What is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the words I have read in my life. - Walt Whitman

Soy una infinidad de cosas ya cumplidas
y una inmensidad de cosas por cumplir.

"Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orchard."

[Give me the splendid silent sun]

O baffled, balk'd, bent to the very earth,
Oppress'd with myself that I have dared to open my mouth,
Aware now that amid all that blab whose echoes recoil upon me I
have not once had the least idea who or what I am,
But that before all my arrogant poems the real Me stands yet
untouch'd, untold, altogether unreach'd,
Withdrawn far, mocking me with mock-congratulatory signs and
bows,
With peals of distant ironical laughter at every word I have written,
Pointing in silence to these songs, and then to the sand beneath.
I perceive I have not really understood any thing, not a single
object, and that no man ever can,
Nature here in sight of the sea taking advantage of me to dart
upon me and sting me,
Because I have dared to open my mouth to sing at all.