FULL of life, now, compact, visible,
I, forty years old the Eighty-third Year of The States,
To one a century hence, or any number of centuries hence,
To you, yet unborn, these, seeking you.
When you read these, I, that was visible, am become invisible;
Now it is you, compact, visible, realizing my poems, seeking me;
Fancying how happy you were, if I could be with you, and become your comrade;
Be it as if I were with you. (Be not too certain but I am now with you.)
He seeks for his heirs with the same leanguage and cultural creeed. Only or mainly this kind of persons must understand him enough well so that the frase “Fancying how happy you were if I could be with you and become your comrade;” does sounds direct and believable; he seeks for imortality and only heirs with the same creeed are seen as his intimate representatives up to undefined future. The anchestor and the heir mutually seeks for each other over centures; great image! How all that racing after one-minute frofit and “succsess” melts in comparison with this huge scope! Dear Americans, whether you are “white”,”black”, “bronze”, and so on, your Great Ancestore,is seeking for you just know, my hoping for me too.
i believe he is saying that even with his death, he stills lives in his poetry, with every word, he speaks to you through his poetry.
I believe he is saying that even with his death, he still lives in his poetry, With every word being brought to you as he resides in your mind, he speaks to you through his poetry.