Walt Whitman

LEAVES OF GRASS
(1891-92 issue)
complete book, e-book

Nové Literární doupě!

Literární doupě bylo modernizováno a přechází pod novou doménu literdo.com!.

Nový web LD vám přínáší ještě více knih s možností výhodného stahování většího množství e-knih podle vlastního výběru (tedy nejen jednotlivých knih nebo balíčků podle autorů) ve formátech ePub , PDF  a MOBI.

 Přejít na nový web Literární doupě

 

BOOK XXVIII

The Sleepers

1

 I wander all night in my vision,
 Stepping with light feet, swiftly and noiselessly stepping and stopping,
 Bending with open eyes over the shut eyes of sleepers,
 Wandering and confused, lost to myself, ill-assorted, contradictory,
 Pausing, gazing, bending, and stopping.
 
 How solemn they look there, stretch'd and still,
 How quiet they breathe, the little children in their cradles.
 
 The wretched features of ennuyes, the white features of corpses, the
 livid faces of drunkards, the sick-gray faces of onanists,
 The gash'd bodies on battle-fields, the insane in their
 strong-door'd rooms, the sacred idiots, the new-born emerging
 from gates, and the dying emerging from gates,
 The night pervades them and infolds them.
 
 The married couple sleep calmly in their bed, he with his palm on
 the hip of the wife, and she with her palm on the hip of the husband,
 The sisters sleep lovingly side by side in their bed,
 The men sleep lovingly side by side in theirs,
 And the mother sleeps with her little child carefully wrapt.
 
 The blind sleep, and the deaf and dumb sleep,
 The prisoner sleeps well in the prison, the runaway son sleeps,
 The murderer that is to be hung next day, how does he sleep?
 And the murder'd person, how does he sleep?
 
 The female that loves unrequited sleeps,
 And the male that loves unrequited sleeps,
 The head of the money-maker that plotted all day sleeps,
 And the enraged and treacherous dispositions, all, all sleep.
 
 I stand in the dark with drooping eyes by the worst-suffering and
 the most restless,
 I pass my hands soothingly to and fro a few inches from them,
 The restless sink in their beds, they fitfully sleep.
 
 Now I pierce the darkness, new beings appear,
 The earth recedes from me into the night,
 I saw that it was beautiful, and I see that what is not the earth is
 beautiful.
 
 I go from bedside to bedside, I (...)
(......)