Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен)

Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 30. Unseen Buds

Unseen buds, infinite, hidden well,
Under the snow and ice, under the darkness, in every square or cubic inch,
Germinal, exquisite, in delicate lace, microscopic, unborn,
Like babes in wombs, latent, folded, compact, sleeping;
Billions of billions, and trillions of trillions of them waiting,
(On earth and in the sea—the universe—the stars there in the
      heavens,)
Urging slowly, surely forward, forming endless,
And waiting ever more, forever more behind.

1. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 13. Bravo, Paris Exposition!
2. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 40. The Voice of the Rain
3. Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 34. To a Western Boy
4. Leaves of Grass. 20. By the Roadside. 17. The Runner
5. Leaves of Grass. 20. By the Roadside. 24. Hast Never Come to Thee an Hour

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