Loafe with me ...

Loafe with me on the grass, loose the stop from your throat,
Not words, not music or rhyme I want, not custom or lecture, not even the best,
Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice.

                                      (...)

                          W.W. : Songs of myself.


Entrégate comigo sobre a herba, solta o freo da túa gorxa,
Non quero verbas, nin música, nin versos, nin costumes, nin conferencias, nin siquera as mellores,
Só quero o teu arrolo, o asubio da túa graduada voz.