Análise

The butcher-boy
          puts off his killing-clothes,
                   or sharpens his knife
                            at the stall in the market,
                                     I loiter enjoying his repartee
                                                and his shuffle and break-down.
...
From the _
           I follow their movements
...
They do not hasten,
           each man hits in his place.


Walt Whitman (1819-1892)
Song of Myself, 12