These are the days that must happen to you. - Walt Whitman

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.

Man or woman, I might tell you how I like you, but cannot,
And might tell what it is in me and what it is in you, but cannot,
And might tell that pining I have, that pulse of my nights and days.
Behold, I do not give lectures or a little charity,
When I give, I give myself.

إنني أتنفس الهواء، لكنّي أخلّف ورائي الكثير منه.