We are a people living in shells and moving
Crablike; reticent, awkward, deeply suspicious;
Watching the world from a corner of half-closed eyelids,
Afraid lest someone show that he hates or loves us,
Afraid lest someone weep in the railway train.

We are coiled and clenched like a foetus clad in armour.
We hold our hearts for fear they fly like eagles.
We grasp our tongues for fear they cry like trumpets.
We listen to our own footsteps. We look both ways
Before we cross the silent empty road.

We are a people easily made uneasy,
Especially wary of praise, of passion, of scarlet
Cloaks, of gesturing hands, of the smiling stranger
In the alien hat who talks to all or the other
In the unfamiliar coat who talks to none.

We are afraid of too-cold thought or too-hot
Blood, of the opening of long-shut shafts or cupboards,
Of light in caves, of X-rays, probes, unclothing
Of emotion, intolerable revelation
Of lust in the light, of love in the palm of the hand.

We are afraid of, one day on a sunny morning,
Meeting ourselves or another without the usual
Outer sheath, the comfortable conversation,
And saying all, all, all we did not mean to,
All, all, all we did not know we meant.

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Poems in English 

• Locations and Times. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Lo! Victress on the Peaks. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Lessons. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Laws for Creations. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Last Invocation, The. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Kosmos. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Joy, Shipmate, Joy! by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Italian Music in Dakota. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Inscription. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Indications, The. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• In the New Garden in all the Parts. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• In Paths Untrodden. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• In Midnight Sleep. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• In Cabin’d Ships at Sea. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• I will Take an Egg Out of the Robin’s Nest. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• I was Looking a Long While. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• I Thought I was not Alone. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• I Sit and Look Out. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• I Sing the Body Electric. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• I saw Old General at Bay. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman

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