I Begin By Invoking Walt Whitman
--by Pablo Neruda
Because I love my country
I claim you, essential brother,
old Walt Whitman with your gray hands,
so that, with your special help
line by line, we will tear out by the roots
this bloodthirsty President Nixon.
There can be no happy man on earth,
no one can work well on this planet
while that nose continues to breathe in Washington.
Asking the old bard to confer with me
I assume the duties of a poet
armed with a terrorist's sonnet
because I must carry out with no regrets
this sentence, never before witnessed,
of shooting a criminal under siege,
who in spite of his trips to the moon
has killed so many here on earth
that the paper flies up and the pen is unsheathed
to set down the name of this villain
who practices genocide from the White House.