lördag 17 september 2011

I love none better than you

Whoever you are, I fear you are walking the walks of dreams,
I fear these supposed realities are to melt from under your
feet and hands,
Even now your features, joys, speech, house, trade, manners,
troubles, follies, costume, crimes, dissipate away from
Your true soul and body appear before me,
They stand forth out of affairs, out of commerce, shops,
work, farms, clothes, the house, buying, selling, eating,
drinking, suffering, dying.

Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you, that you
be my poem,
I whisper with my lips close to your ear,
I have loved many women and men, but I love none better
than you.

Walt Whitman

2 kommentarer:

Skymning sa...

Har rätt svårt för Whitman, men det här var bra.

Niklas sa...

Hej Skymning! Roligt att du också gillade dikten.