Em dia de regresso ao trabalho, num ano que prevejo confuso,
os 'velhos e deliciosos fardos' parecem-me mais pesados.
os 'velhos e deliciosos fardos' parecem-me mais pesados.
Imagino um caminho aberto à minha frente.
Afoot and
light-hearted I take to the open road,
Healthy,
free, the world before me,
The long
brown path before me leading wherever I choose.
Henceforth
I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune,
Henceforth
I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Done with
indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms,
Strong and
content I travel the open road.
The earth,
that is sufficient,
I do not
want the constellations any nearer,
I know they
are very well where they are,
I know they
suffice for those who belong to them.
(Still here
I carry my old delicious burdens,
I carry
them, men and women, I carry them with me wherever I go,
I am fill’d
with them, and I will fill them in return.)
Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Biografia aqui: http://www.americanpoems.com/poets/waltwhitman/
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