WHITMAN, Children of Adam, "From Pent-up Aching Rivers"

" (...) The fase, the limbs, the index from head to foot, and what it arouses,
The mystic deliria, the madness amourous, the utter abandonment,
(Hark, close and still what I now whisper to you,
I love you, O you entirely possess me,
O that and I escape from the rest and go utterly off, free and lawless,
Two haws in the air, two fishes swimming in the see not more lawless
than we;)
The furious storm through me careeing, I passionately trembling,
the oath of inseparableness of two together, of the woman that
loves me and whom I love more than my life, that oath swearing
(O I willing stake all for you,
O let me be lost if it must be so!
O you and I! what is it to us what the rest do or think?
what is all else to us? only that we enjoy each other and exhaust each other if it must be so;) (...)"


Dios, qué bonito, c´e l´amour!!!