Poesie di Walt Whitman

Poeta, scrittore e giornalista, nato lunedì 31 maggio 1819 a West Hills, New York (Stati Uniti d'America), morto sabato 26 marzo 1892 a Camden, New Jersey (Stati Uniti d'America)
Questo autore lo trovi anche in Frasi & Aforismi e in Frasi per ogni occasione.

Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz

To a common prostitute

Be composed-be at ease with me-I am Walt Whitman, liberal and lusty as Nature,
Not till the sun excludes you do I exclude you,
Not till the waters refuse to glisten for you and the leaves to rustle for you,
do my words refuse to glisten and rustle for you.

My girl I appoint with you an appointment, and I charge you that you make
preparation to be worthy to meet me,
And I charge you that you be patient and perfect till I come.

Till then I salute you with a significant look that you do not forget me.
Walt Whitman
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    Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz

    For You, O Democracy

    Come, I will make the continent indissoluble,
    I will make the most splendid race the sun ever shone upon,
    I will make divine magnetic lands,
    With the love of comrades,
    Whit the life-long love of comrades.

    I will plant companionship thick as trees along all the rivers of america,
    and along the shores of the great lakes, and all over the prairies,
    I will make inseparable cities with their arms about each other's necks,
    By the love of comrades,
    By the manly love of comrades.

    For you these from me, O Democracy, to serve you ma femme!
    For you, for you I am trilling these songs.
    Walt Whitman
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      Poets to Come

      Poets to come! Orators, singers, musicians to come!
      Not to-day is to justify me and answer what I am for,
      but you, a new brood, native, athletic, continental, greater than before known,
      Arouse! For you must justify me.
      I myself but write one or two indicative words for the future,
      I but advance a moment only to wheel and hurry back in the darkness,
      I am a man who, sauntering along without fully stopping, turns a casual look upon you
      And then averts his face,
      Leaving it to you to prove and define it,
      Expecting the main things from you.
      Poeti venturi! Oratori, cantanti, musicisti venturi!
      Non l'oggi può giustificarmi o spiegare ciò che io sono, ma voi, novella stirpe originale, atletica, continentale, maggiore di quante si conoscano, sorgete! spetta a voi giustificarmi. Per conto mio scrivo appena una parola o due, che preludono al futuro, non faccio che avanzare un istante, e volgermi, e rituffarmi nella tenebra. Io sono colui che va in giro, né mai veramente s'arresta, che lascia cadere su di voi, per caso, uno sguardo e subito volge la faccia, a voi commettendo il compito di provarlo e definirlo, attendendosi le cose più importanti da voi.
      Walt Whitman
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        One's-Self I sing

        One's-self I sing, a simple separate person,
        Yet utter the word Democratic, the word En. Masse.

        Of physiology from top to toe I sing,
        Not physiognomy alone nor brain alone is worthy
        for the Muse, I say the Form complete is
        worthier far,
        The Female equally with the Male I sing.

        Of Life immense in passion, pulse, and power,
        Cheerful, for freest action form'd under the laws divine,
        The Modern Man I sing.
        Walt Whitman
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