My voice goes out after what my eyes cannot reach,
With the twirl of my tongue I encompass worlds and volumes of worlds.
Speech is the twin of my vision … it is unequal to measure itself.
It provokes me forever,
It says sarcastically, Walt, you understand enough … why don’t you let it out then?
Come now I will not be tantalized … you conceive too much of articulation.
—Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass, “Song of Myself”
我的声音在我看不到的地方熄灭，
随着我的舌头旋转，我包围世界和大量的世界。
语言是我视觉的孪生……它不等于衡量自己。
它永远激励着我，
它讽刺地说，Walt，你明白了……为什么不让它出来呢？
现在，我不会被引诱……你构思的发音太多了。
-沃尔特·惠特曼，草的叶子，“我自己的松”（谷歌翻译仅供参考）