Whitman (USA)
one
I praise myself, praise myself,
You will bear what I have suffered,
Because every atom that belongs to me belongs to you.
I wandered and invited my soul,
I leaned down and leisurely observed a summer blade of grass.
My tongue, every atom in my blood, is formed in this soil and this air.
It was born here by my parents, so were my parents, and so were their parents.
I am 37 years old now, and I have been healthy since I was born.
I hope it will be like this forever until I die.
Regardless of creed and school for the time being,
It is enough to take a step back and understand your current situation, but it is by no means forgotten.
No matter what I do, I am allowed to express my views at will.
Comply with nature and keep the original vitality.
two
The room is full of fragrance, and the bookshelves are full of fragrance.
I breathe the fragrance myself, know it, like it,
Its essence will also intoxicate me, but I won't allow it.
The atmosphere is not a fragrance, it has no flavor of spices, it is tasteless,
I can always get it, and I like it.
I'm going to the river in the forest, take off my disguise and be naked.
I really want it to contact me.
The clouds I breathe by myself,
Echo, small waves, whispers, love roots, silk threads, orange branches and vines,
My breath and breath, my heartbeat, blood and air flow through my lungs,
Smell the green leaves and dead leaves, the coast and the black seaside rocks, and the hay in the barn.
The voice of words in my throat floated in the vortex of the wind,
A few kisses, a few hugs, reaching out to hug something,
Flexible branch swing, tree shadow and time game,
Living alone in downtown areas or fields and hillsides,
The feeling of health, the vibrato at noon, and the songs sung when I got out of bed to meet the sun.
Do you think a thousand acres is a lot? Do you think the earth is very big?
Did you practice for a long time before learning to read?
Are you very proud of trying to understand the meaning of poetry?
Please stay with me today and tonight, and you will understand the source of all poems.
You will have the benefits of the earth and the sun (there are millions of suns),
I won't accept second-hand and third-hand things, and I won't borrow things from the dead.
Observe with your eyes, or draw nutrition from ghosts in books,
You won't see through my eyes, you won't accept things through me,
You will listen to opinions from all sides and filter everything yourself.
three
I heard the speaker talking about the beginning and the end.
But I don't say the beginning and the end.
The past never started, and now there is nothing.
Young is not important, old is not important, and you don't have any of these now.
There will never be perfection, unlike now,
There will be no heaven and hell, which is different from what we are doing now.
Try to push, push, push,
Always push forward with the fertility of the world.
The opposite counterpart emerging from darkness is advancing, always matter and diffusion,
Always having sex,
It will always be the knot of identity, there will always be differences, and it will always be the reproduction of life.
It's no use talking more. Both learned and uneducated people feel this way.
If you are sure, you will be very sure. Vertical is absolutely straight, tightly buckled, and the beam and the tree are carried together.
Strong as a horse, affectionate and arrogant, with electricity,
I stand here with this mysterious fact.
My soul is clear and sweet, and everything that does not belong to my soul is clear and sweet.
Missing one is missing two, and the invisible is confirmed by the visible.
When the visible becomes invisible, it will also be confirmed.
Pointing out the best and separating the worst is the trouble that this generation brings to the next generation.
Realizing the complete coincidence and balance of things, I kept calm when they talked.
Mo, I'm going to take a bath and enjoy myself.
I welcome every organ and feature of mine and anyone who is warm and clean.
-His organs and features,
An inch is not evil, there should be nothing.
Things are not as familiar as the rest.
I am satisfied-I can see, jump, laugh and sing;
Those who fall asleep beside me all night, those who hold my bed and love me, it is already dusk.
Left quietly,
Left me some baskets covered with white towels to make the room more colorful.
It also looks spacious,
Should I accept it slowly, without noticing it, but be angry with my eyes?
Tell them to turn around and don't let them look around on the road.
And immediately asked to calculate and accurately point out for me,
Which comes first, the exact value of one thing or the exact value of two things?
four
Passers-by and doubters surrounded me,
Who I met, the influence of my early life on me, and where I lived.
Region, which city or country,
Recent important dates, discoveries, inventions, clubs, new and old writers,
Who does my appearance pay tribute to,
Whether the man or woman I love is really cold to me or just my imagination,
My family or my own illness has led to unhealthy tendencies, loss or lack of money, and depression.
Tired or carried away,
Confrontation, the horror of brotherly war, the uneasiness caused by suspicious news,
Events that happen from time to time and have no rules to follow,
All these things come at me day and night and leave me.
But none of this is me.
Although I was pulled, I stood by myself.
Feel interesting, complacent, pathetic, idle, single,
Look down, stand upright, or bend your arms on an invisible and reliable handrail.
Turn your head to one side and watch curiously, wondering what the next thing will be.
At the same time, stay inside and outside the office, watching and guessing.
Recall how linguists and speakers and I sweated in the thick fog.
Time-consuming,
I don't laugh or argue. I watch and wait.
five
I believe in you, my soul, and the other one will never bow to you.
You must never bow to him.
Please take a leisurely walk on the grass with me to relax the blockage in my throat.
What I want is not words, music or rhythm, conventions or speeches, or even.
Not the best,
I just like the temporary silence, the hum of your gentle voice.
I remember that we used to sleep on such a bright summer morning.
Together,
How did you put your head on my hip and gently turn it over?
Unbutton my shirt on my chest and probe my naked heart with your tongue.
Until you touch my beard, until you hold my feet.
Peace and understanding beyond all eloquence in the world immediately rose and spread around me.
I know that the hand of God is my own promise,
I know that the soul of God is my own brother,
All men in the world are my brothers, and all women are my sisters and lovers.
The wood that nature uses to strengthen the keel is love.
The vertical or curved leaves in the field are endless,
There are brown ants in the hole under the leaves.
There are also traces of bitterness, rocks, elderberry, mullein and Phytolacca acinosa.
Is this all right?