Canto a mi mismo

SONG OF MY SELF
There is that in me—I do not know what it is—but I know it is in me.
Wrench'd and sweaty—calm and cool then my bodybecomes,
I sleep—I sleep long.
I do not know it—it is without name—it is a word unsaid,
It is not in any dictionary, utterance,symbol.
Something it swings on more than the earth I swing on,
To it the creation is the friend whose embracing awakes me.
Perhaps Imight tell more. Outlines! I plead for my brothers and sisters.
Do you see O my brothers and sisters?
It is not chaos or death—it isform, union, plan—it is eternal life—it is Happiness.

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barkingwith a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circlemoaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let thetraffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon,my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever; I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out everyone;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood,
For nothing now can ever come to any good.