A Pact

I’ll make a pact with you, Walt Whitman–
I have detested you long enough.
I come to you as a grown child
Who has had a pig-headed father;
I am old enough now to make friends.
It was you that broke the new wood
Now is a time for carving.
We have one sap and one root–
Let there be commerce between us.

1913, 1916

(2 votes, average: 3,50 out of 5)

Podobne wiersze:

„Chłopczyk zbłąkany” „Ojcze, tatusiu, gdzie jesteś? Poczekaj! Jak znajdę ślady twoje? Ojcze, tatusiu, odezwij się do mnie! Tatusiu, ja się boję! Noc […]...
T. S. Eliot – Cousin Nancy Miss Nancy Ellicott Strode across the hills and broke them, Rode across the hills and broke them– The barren New […]...
Lament A Villanelle The sting of bees took away my father who walked in a swarming shroud of wings and scorned […]...
Infant Sorrow My mother groand! My father wept. Into the dangerous world I leapt: Helpless, naked, piping loud Like a fiend hid […]...
„Chłopczyk znaleziony” Chłopczyk zbłąkany wśród bagian pustkowia Gdzie błędne wiodły go ognie, Szlochał z rozpaczy, lecz Bóg go zobaczył I dłoń mu […]...
Romance Romance, who loves to nod and sing, With drowsy head and folded wing, Among the green leaves as they shake […]...
THE ROAD NOT TAKEN Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I […]...
HOME BURIAL He saw her from the bottom of the stairs Before she saw him. She was starting down, Looking back over […]...
Co z tego? / What then? His chosen comrades thought at school He must grow a famous man; He thought the same and lived by rule, […]...
BIRCHES When I see birches bend to left and right Across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think […]...
A Young Child and His Pregnant Mother At four years Nature is mountainous, Mysterious, and submarine. Even A city child knows this, hearing the subway’s Rumor underground. […]...
The School boy I love to rise in a summer morn, When the birds sing on every tree; The distant huntsman winds his […]...
Freedom Freedom W HAT freeman knoweth freedom? Never he Whose father’s father through long lives have reigned O’er kingdoms which mere […]...
Języki obce Czy twój ojciec pali fajkę? Tak mój ojciec pali fajkę Yes, my father smokes the pipe powtórz to zdanie otworzy […]...
The wings EDBURGA: I am Edburga, and the daughter of Ulf. My mother was a slave. For she was sold, And given […]...
‚OUT, OUT–‚ The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood, Sweet-scented stuff when […]...
The Little Black Boy MY mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but O, my soul is white! White as […]...
O Mądrości, Co Przychodzi z Czasem / The Coming of Wisdom with Time Korzeń jest jeden, choć liści tysiące. Przez cały zakłamany młodości dzień Kąpałem swoje kwiaty, swoje liście w słońcu, Teraz się […]...
Reeds of Innocence PIPING down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing […]...
Kwiaty i każda rzecz nieżywa Kwiaty i każda rzecz nieżywa Ma zapach w domu tym przyjemny. Stosami leżą już warzywa Na grzędach, pstrząc czarnoziem ciemny. […]...
By The Fire By The FireWe who are lovers sit by the fire, Cradled warm ‚twixt thought and will, Sit and drowse like […]...
Lenore Ah broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever! Let the bell toll! – a saintly soul floats on […]...
Little Lamb Little lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee, Gave thee life, and bade thee feed By the […]...
An asphodel O dear sweet rosy Unattainable desire …How sad, no way To change The mad Cultivated asphodel, The Visible reality… And […]...
THE COW IN APPLE TIME Something inspires the only cow of late To make no more of a wall than an open gate, And think […]...
The little Girl Lost The Little Girl Lost In futurity I prophetic see That the earth from sleep (Grave the sentence deep) Shall arise […]...
Spacer O wierzch powozu zahaczyłam piórem. W oczy spojrzałam mu – i serce drgnęło, Przejęte nagle jakimś dziwnym bólem, Chociaż nieszczęścia […]...
THE WITCH OF COOS I staid the night for shelter at a farm Behind the mountains, with a mother and son, Two old-believers. They […]...
Wieczorem Muzyka brzmiała w tym ogrodzie Boleścią tak niewysłowioną. I morza ostry zapach wionął Od ostryg na półmisku w lodzie. Rzekł: […]...
THE WOOD-PILE Out walking in the frozen swamp one gray day I paused and said, ‚I will turn back from here. No, […]...
Valedictory ValedictoryI had remarked – how sharply one observes When life is disappearing round the curves Of yet another corner, out […]...
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading–treading–till it seemed That Sense was breaking […]...
O Captain! My Captain! O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is […]...
[ANG] Continual Conversation With A Silent Man The old brown hen and the old blue sky, Between the two we live and die– The broken cartwheel on […]...
O Love, Sweet Animal O Love, dark animal, With your strangeness go Like any freak or clown: Appease tee child in her Because she […]...
Annabel Lee It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden lived whom you […]...
Ave Maria Gratia Plena Was this His coming! I had hoped to see A scene of wondrous glory, as was told Of some great […]...
Daddy You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot […]...
Soil A flowers’s mother A soldier’s father The farmer’s wife The strat and end of life, The sword can’t cut it, […]...
Books and Thoughts Books and ThoughtsOld ghosts that death forgot to ferry Across the Lethe of the years – These are my friends, […]...