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20 Marzo, 2012

Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

by gabriella

I wander all night in my vision,
Stepping with light feet …. swiftly and noiselessly stepping
and stopping,

Bending with open eyes over the shut eyes of sleepers,
Wandering and confused …. lost to myself …. ill-assorted …. contradictory,
Pausing and gazing and bending and stopping.

How solemn they look there, stretched and still;
How quiet they breathe, the little children in their cradles.

The wretched features of ennuyés, the white features of corpses, the livid faces
of drunkards, the sick-gray faces of onanists,
The gashed bodies on battlefields, the insane in their strong-doored rooms, the
sacred idiots,

The newborn emerging from gates and the dying emerging from gates,
The night pervades and enfolds them.

The married couple sleep calmly in their bed, he with his palm on the hip of the
wife, and she with her palm on the hip of the husband,
The sisters sleep lovingly side by side in their bed,

The men sleep lovingly side by side in theirs,
And the mother sleeps with her little child carefully wrapped.
The blind sleep, and the deaf and dumb sleep,

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