Leaves of Grass

LEAVES OF GRASS

Lighting the light, the sky and stars, delving the earth, sailing the sea,

(What were all those, indeed, without thee, unseen soul? of what amount without thee?)

More evolutionary, vast, puzzling, O my soul! More multiform far—more lasting thou than they.

UNSEEN BUDS

Unseen buds, infi nite, hidden well,

Under the snow and ice, under the darkness, in every square or cubic inch,

Germinal, exquisite, in delicate lace, microscopic, unborn, Like babes in wombs, latent, folded, compact, sleeping; Billions of billions, and trillions of trillions of them waiting,

(On earth and in the sea—the universe—the stars there in the heavens,)

Urging slowly, surely forward, forming endless, And waiting ever more, forever more behind.

GOOD-BYE MY FANCY!

Good-bye my Fancy!

Farewell dear mate, dear love! I’m going away, I know not where,

Or to what fortune, or whether I may ever see you again, So Good-bye my Fancy.

Now for my last—let me look back a moment;

The slower fainter ticking of the clock is in me,

Exit, nightfall, and soon the heart-thud stopping.

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Литературно-художественное издание

Walt Whitman

Leaves of Grass

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