The thin red jellies within you or within me, the bones and the marrow in the bones, The exquisite realization of health; O I say these are not the p… - Walt Whitman

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

I do not ask who you are, that is not important to me, You can do nothing and be nothing but what I will infold you.

The words of the true poems give you more than poems,
They give you to form for yourself poems, religions, politics, war, peace, behavior, histories, essays, daily life, and everything else,
They balance the ranks, colors, races, creeds, and the sexes,
They do not seek beauty, they are sought,
Forever touching them or close upon them follows beauty, longing, fain, love-sick.

They prepare for death, yet they are not the finish, but rather the outset,
They bring none of his or her terminus or to be content and full,
Whom they take they take into space to behold the birth of the stars, to learn one of the meanings,
To launch off with absolute faith, to sweep through the ceaseless rings and never be quiet again.