Walt Whitman4, americano, uno de los bárbaros, un universo, desordenadamente carnal y sensual... comiendo, bebiendo y engendrando, no soy un sentimen… - Walt Whitman

Something long preparing and formless is arrived and formed in you,
You are henceforth secure, whatever comes or goes.
The threads that were spun are gathered, the weft crosses the warp, the
pattern is systematic.
The preparations have every one been justified, The orchestra have sufficiently tuned their instruments — the baton has given the signal. The guest that was coming — he waited long, for reasons — he is now housed; He is one of those who are beautiful and happy — he is one of those that to look upon and be with is enough.

Praised be the fathomless universe
For life and joy and for objects and knowledge curious;
And for love, sweet love—But praise! O praise and praise
For the sure-enwinding arms of cool-enfolding Death.

إني أرى شيئا من الله كل ساعة من الساعات الأربع والعشرين
وكل لحظة في وجوه الرجال والنساء أرى الله
وفي وجهي أمام المرآة.
فإنني أرى رسائل من الله ملقاة في الشوارع
وكل رسالة موقعة من الله
وأنا أترك الرسائل مكانها
فأنا أعلم أنني حيثما حللت
فإن رسائل أخرى ستظل تجيء ٬ إلى الأبد