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What widens within you Walt Whitman ? What waves and soils exuding ? What climes ? what persons and cities are here ? Who are the infants, some playing, some slumbering ? Who are the girls ? who are the married women ? Who are the groups of old men going slowly with their arms about each other’s necks ?

What rivers are these ? what forests and fruits are these ? What are the mountains call’d that rise so high in the mists ? What myriads of dwellings are they fill’d with dwellers ?

Within me latitude widens, longitude lengthens,

Asia, Africa, Europe, are to the east — America is provided for in the west,

Banding the bulge of the earth winds the hot equator, Curiously north and south turn the axis-ends,

Within me is the longest day, the sun wheels in slanting rings, it does not set for months,

Stretch’d in due time within me the midnight sun just rises above the horizon and sinks again,

Within me zones, seas, cataracts, forests, volcanoes, groups, Malaysia, Polynesia, and the great West Indian islands.

What do you hear Walt Whitman ?

I hear the workman singing and the farmer’s wife singing, I hear in the distance the sounds of children and of animals early in the day,

I hear emulous shouts of Australians pursuing the wild horse, I hear the Spanish dance with castanets in the chestnut shade, to the rebeck and guitar, I hear continual echoes from the Thames, I hear fierce French liberty songs,

I hear of the Italian boat-sculler the musical recitative of old poems…

What do you see Walt Whitman ?

Who are they you salute, and that one after another salute you ? I see a great round wonder rolling through space, I see diminute farms, hamlets, ruins, graveyards, jails, factories, palaces, hovels, huts of barbarians, tents of nomads upon the surface..,

5 I see the tracks of the railroads of the earth, I see them in Great Britain, I see them in Europe, I see them in Asia and in Africa…

Joya nos sir, e nun ixa nos sar, Dus da yen urbo dey nam mi tacar, E sar nur kon tu ke mi parti var, In et kalma land vo mi oblo kirir, In et trista land vo abrig mi trovir, To ki de joy e de viv me restar.

Mi te dankar amik, m’i ramemat K’amor existar, ed an amikeso.

A. Werfel-Lachin.

salut al mond!

(Salut al Mond!) (Da пит 3 a пит 12 nur I’enso del strofos.)

Oh, prenu ma man, Walt Whitman! Ka marvos fildar ye, ka spektos e sonos!

Ka katenelos senende unat, shakun jukat al folga Shakun a tos rispande, kon tos lo ter partande.

Ко largar ine tu, Walt Whitman ? Ka ondos e suolos ensuvar ? Ka klimos ? Ka personos e ka civos ik ? Ki et infanos, dey unos ludar, osunos dormelar ? Ki lo felos ? ki lo femos marlat ?

Ki lo grupos d’oldunos, lent-vada, uce brasos al kolo ?

Ka flumos etunos ? Et forestos, et frutos ? Ka lo nam d’et montos tan alta nel brumos ? Et sennuma demoros, plena de demoreros ?

Ine mi latitud largar, longitud longar,

Azyo, Afrik, Europ oryente, Amerik ar sa plas weste, Bendande lo med del ter, lo brula eqator volvar, Strane norde e sude l’endos del ax tornar,

Ine mi l’id longesta, in anelos obliqa lo solyo volvar, dun mesos no kushar,

In mi justempe ritirat minoxa solyo ju parsar orizonye e it rekushar, Ine mi zonos, maros, kataraktos, forestos, volkanos, grupos, Malezyo, Polinezyo e lo gran West-Ind Islos.

3 Ke udar tu, Walt Whitman ?

Mi udar l’oprer kantanda e l’farmerin kantanda

Mi udar in dus id-ense rumos d’infanos e d’animalos,

Mi udar gridos d’Australyanos emulanda in persek de vildipos,

Mi udar Espanas dansi kon kastanyelos, ombre lo kastanyer, kon

rebek e gitar,

Mi udar ekelos sencesa dal Tamiz,

Mi udar fyera fransa kantos de frid

Mi udar del itala barker lo meloda ricit d’old poemos…

Ke vidar tu, Walt Whitman ?

Ki los ke tu salutar, ki un do un te salutar ? Mi vidar un gran runda marvo volvi nel spaso,

Mi vidar minuskla farmos, dorfolos, ruinos, paxaros, prizos, fabrikos, palasos, barakos, kabanolos de barbaras, tendos de nomadas ol surfaco…