Song of the flag of dawn
Walt Whitman
poet
A new song, a free song,
Fly, fly, fly, with sound, with clearer sound,
Accompanied by wind and drums.
Accompanied by the sound of flags, the sound of children, the sound of the sea, the voice of father,
Down to the ground, up to the sky,
Where the father and the child stand,
They look up at the high sky,
The flag of dawn is flying there.
Words, words in books, what are you?
There are no words, but please listen and see.
There is my song in the vast sky,
I want to sing in harmony with the flying flags and flags.
I want to knit strings, I want to knit them,
The wishes of adults and babies, I want to weave them into my life.
I want to install a sharp bayonet, and I want bullets and iron filings to roar.
Like a man who goes deep into the future with symbols and warnings,
Blow the horn, wake up and look out! Watch out! Wake up! )
I will pour poetry and blood together, full of joy and heroism,
Then relax, go out, go forward,
Competing with flying flags and flags.
porcelain (work)