When I give, I give myself

The last scud of day holds back for me, It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on the shadow'd wilds,
It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk.

I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun, I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags.

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.

You will hardly know who I am or what I mean,
But I shall be good health to your nevertheless,
And filter and fibre your blood.

Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged,
Missing me one place, search another,
I stop somewhere waiting for you.

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your bootsoles.

I depart as air .... I shake my white locks at the runaway sun,
I effuse my flesh in eddies and drift it in lacy jags.
I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,
If you want me again look for me under your bootsoles.

I must follow the inscrutable exhortations of my soul.

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love
If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.
You will hardly know who I am or what I mean
But I shall be good health to you nonetheless
And filter and fibre your blood.

My heart, but you were dovewinged, I can tell,
Carrier-witted, I am bold to boast...

I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runway sun, I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love. If you want me again look for me under your boot soles. You will hardly know who I am or what I mean. Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, missing me one place search another, I stop somewhere waiting for you

here am I, footsore and hungry, tramping away from it, tramping southward, following the old call, back to the old life, THE life which is mine and which will not let me go.

أنتصب والواحد الذي أنا
يستحيل إلى مئة مني
يقولون إني أطوف حواليك
هراء . أطوف حولي

También yo quiero dejarte
si pienso como se piensa.
Pero voy donde tú vas.
Tú también. Da un paso. Prueba.
Clavos de luna nos funden
mi cintura y tus caderas.

A: So you intend to return to your desert?

B: I am not quick moving. I have to wait for myself — it is always late before the water comes to light out of the well of my self, and I often have to endure thirst for longer than I have patience. That is why I go into solitude — so as not to drink out of everybody’s cistern. When I am among the many I live as the many do, and I do not think as I really think; after a time it always seems as though they want to banish me from myself and rob me of my soul — and I grow angry with everybody and fear everybody. I then require the desert, so as to grow good again.

Me celebro y me canto a mí mismo.
Y lo que yo diga ahora de mí, lo digo de ti,
porque lo que yo tengo lo tienes tú
y cada átomo de mi cuerpo es tuyo también.

By all means use sometimes to be alone.
Salute thyself: see what thy soul doth wear.
Dare to look in thy chest; for ’tis thine own:
And tumble up and down what thou find’st there.
Who cannot rest till he good fellows find,
He breaks up house, turns out of doors his mind.

Faith, I am no such fool; everyone for himself in this desert of selfishness which is called life.