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Poetas Futuros

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  • Title: Poetas Futuros
  • Creator(s): Whitman, Walt
  • Whitman Archive ID: med.00507
  • Source: Poetas Futuros Saludos al mundo y otros poemas Carlos Montemayor (Argentina: Ed. Colihue, 1997), 25. Transcribed from a digital image of a print original. For a description of the editorial rationale behind our treatment of translations, see our statement of editorial policy.
  • Editorial note(s): Like Borges's edition, Montemayor's features facing-page versions in English and Spanish. Transcriptions of both the English and Spanish versions are included here. Montemayor's translation is based on the final form of the poem as it appeared in Leaves of Grass. For more on Montemayor's translation, see Matt Cohen, Nicole Gray, and Rey Rocha, "'Poets to Come': An Introduction to the Spanish Translations."
  • Contributors to digital file: Elizabeth Lorang Rey Rocha Vanessa Steinroetter Janel Cayer Brett Barney
  • Cite this page: Whitman, Walt. "Poetas Futuros." The Walt Whitman Archive. Gen. ed. Matt Cohen, Ed Folsom, & Kenneth M. Price. Accessed 25 April 2024. <http://www.whitmanarchive.org>.
  • Source File: med.00507.xml (TEI)
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POETS TO COME

Poets to come! orators, singers, musicians to come! Not to-day is to justify me and answer what I am for, But you, a new brood, native, athletic, continental,  
 greater than before known, Arouse! for you must justify me. I myself but write one or two indicative words  
 for the future, I but advance a moment only to wheel and hurry  
 back in the darkness. I am a man who, sauntering along without fully  
 stopping,  
 turns a casual look upon you and then averts his face, Leaving it to you to prove and define it, Expecting the main things from you.  med.00507.002.jpg

POETAS FUTUROS

¡Poetas futuros, oradores, cantantes, músicos futuros! Este día no me justifica ni me revela por qué estoy aquí. Nueva progenie continental, atlética, más grande que  
 todas las anteriores, ¡despierta a justificarme! Yo sólo he escrito una o dos palabras para señalar  
 el futuro, avanzo un momento y apresuradamente regreso  
 a la oscuridad. Soy un hombre que al caminar, sin detenerse  
 totalmente, dirige la mirada hacia ustedes y luego aparta el rostro: permite que ustedes lo examinen y definan, espera de ustedes las principales cosas.
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