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Song of Myself (51)

de Walt Whitman

(free version in English by Gabriela Brown)

The past and present wilt. The
filled.
emptied.
I will complete my next sheet of the future.
.
When you hear up there:
What you have to tell me?
Look into my eyes as I breathe the stealthy advance of the night.
(Talk honestly, no one listens to you,
and I stay only a few minutes)
.
What I contradict myself?
Okay, I contradict myself.
(I am large, I contain multitudes)
.
Me interest that are nearby.
hope here at the door.
.
Who has done his daily work today?
Who will be the fastest finish dinner?
Who wants to walk with me?
.
you going to talk before I go?
Or prove your existence too late?

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Song of Myself (51) Walt Whitman

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The past and present wilt - I Have Them fill'd, empties Them, And
Proceed to fill my next fold of the future.
.
Listener up there! What have you to confide to me?
Look in my face while I snuff the sidle of evening,
(Talk honestly, no one else hears you, and I stay only a minute longer.)
.
Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)
.
I concentrate toward them that are nigh, I wait on the door-slab.
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Who has done his day's work? who will soonest be through with his supper?
Who wishes to walk with me?
.
Will you speak before I am gone? will you prove already too late?
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