I make a pact with you, Walt Whitman--
　　I have detested you long enough.
　　I come to you as a grown child
　　Who has had a pig-headed father;
　　I am old enough now to make friends.
　　It was you that broke the new wood,
　　Now is a time for carving.
　　We have one sap and one root--
　　Let there be commerce between us.