Walt Whitman - Hojas de hierba

So you wanna read...Walt Whitman and listen to Amandla (WB 1989) de Miles Davis.... Es una mezcla extraña... Desde siempre me a gustado la poesí­a de Whitman, "Leaves of grass", claro, y especialmente Song of myself
:

"I know I am solid and sound,
To me the converging objects of the universe perpetually flow,
All are written to me, and I must get what the writing means.

I know I am deathless,
I know this orbit of mine cannot be swept by a carpenter's
compass,
I know I shall not pass like a child's carlacue cut with a
burnt stick at night.

I know I am august,
I do not trouble my spirit to vindicate itself or be understood,
I see that the elementary laws never apologize,
(I reckon I behave no prouder than the level I plant my
house by, after all.)

I exist as I am, that is enough,
If no other in the world be aware I sit content,
And if each and all be aware I sit content."

publicado hace más de un siglo... y en algún momento me ayudo a no sentirme tan solo. Alguien, en algún momento, sintio lo mismo...