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LIB R ARY

OF THE

UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA.

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Received Accessions No.

Shelf No.

Entered, according to Act ot Congress, in the year I860,

Br WALT WHITMAN, In the Clerk'a Office of the DigtrictSuS/C/^e District of Massachusetts

CONTENTS.

PAGE

PEOTO-LEAF ........................... 5. .to. . 22

WALT WHITMAN ......................... 23 ..... 104

CHANTS DEMOCRATIC )

and Native American 1 ••*»•• 21 ---- 105 ..... 194

LEAVES OF GRASS . . Numbers 1 . . to . . 24 . . . . 195 . . to . . 242

SALUT AU MONDE ........................ 243 . . » . . 258

POEM OF JOYS .......................... 259 ..... 268

A WORD OUT OF THE SEA ..... .............. 269 ..... 277

A Leaf of Faces .......................... 278 ..... 282

Europe, the 72d and 73d Years T. S ................. 283

EINTFABTS D' ADAM . . . Wimbers . 1 . . to . . 15 .... 287 .. to .. 314

POEM OF THE ROAD ....................... 315 ..... 328

To THE SAYERS OF WORDS ................... 329 ..... 336

A Boston Ballad, the 78th Year T. S ................ 337

CALAMUS ......... Numbers . 1 . .to. . 45 . . . . 341 . . to , .378

CROSSING BROOKLYN FERRY .................. 379 ..... 388

Longing's for Home ........................ 389

MESSENGER LEAVES.

PAGE PAGE

To You, Whoever You Are 391

To a foiled Revolter or Revoltress . 394

To Him That was Crucified 397

To One Shortly To Die 398

To a Common Prostitute 399

To Rich Givers 399

Toa Pupil 400

To The States, to Identify the 16th,

17th, or 18th Presidentiad . . .400

To a Cantatrice 401

Walt Whitman's Caution 401

To a President 402

To Other Lands 402

To Old Age 402

To You 403

To You 403

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PXOK

Mannahatta 404

France, the 18th Year T. S 406

THOUGHTS Numbers . . 1 . . to . . 7 408 . . to . . 411

Unnamed Lands 412

Kosmos 414

A Hand Mirror 415

Beginners Tests 416

Savantism Perfections 417

Says 418

Debris. 421

SLEEP-CHASINGS 426 . . to . . 439

BURIAL 440 448

To My Soul 449

So long 451

PROTO-LEAF.

i. FREE, fresh, savage, Fluent, luxuriant, self-content, fond of persons and

places,

Fond of fish-shape Paumanok, where I was born, Fond of the sea lusty-begotten and various, Boy of the Mannahatta, the city of ships, my city, Or raised inland, or of the south savannas, Or full-breath' d on Californian air, or Texan or

Cuban air, Tallying, vocalizing all resounding Niagara

resounding Missouri, Or rude in my home in Kanuck woods, Or wandering and hunting, my drink water, my diet

meat, Or withdrawn to muse and meditate in some deep

recess, Far from the clank of crowds, an interval passing,

rapt and happy, Stars, vapor, snow, the hills, rocks, the Fifth Month

flowers, my amaze, my love,

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Aware of the buffalo, the peace-herds, the bull, strong-breasted and hairy,

Aware of the mocking-bird of the wilds at day break,

Solitary, singing in the west, I strike up for a new world.

2. Victory, union, faith, identity, time, the Soul, your

self, the present and future lands, the indisso luble compacts, riches, mystery, eternal progress, the kosmos, and the modern reports.

3. This then is life,

Here is what has come to the surface after so many throes and convulsions.

4. How curious ! How real !

Underfoot the divine soil Overhead the sun.

5. See, revolving,

The globe the ancestor-continents, away, grouped

together, The present and future continents, north and south,

with the isthmus between.

e. See, vast, trackless spaces,

As in a dream, they change, they swiftly fill, Countless masses debouch upon them, They are now covered with the foremost people, arts, institutions known.

7. See projected, through time, For me, an audience interminable.

PROTO-LEAF. 7

s. With firm and regular step they wend they never

stop,

Successions of men, Americanos, a hundred millions, One generation playing its part and passing on, And another generation playing its part and passing

on in its turn, With faces turned sideways or backward toward me

to listen, With eyes retrospective toward me.

9. Americanos ! Masters ! Marches humanitarian ! Foremost ! Century marches ! Libertad ! Masses ! For you a programme of chants.

10. Chants of the prairies,

Chants of the long-running Mississippi,

Chants of Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, Wisconsin, Iowa,

and Minnesota,

Inland chants chants of Kanzas, Chants away down to Mexico, and up north to

Oregon Kanadian chants, Chants of teeming and turbulent cities chants of

mechanics, Yankee chants Pennsylvanian chants chants of

Kentucky and Tennessee,

Chants of dim-lit mines chants of mountain-tops, Chants of sailors chants of the Eastern Sea and the

Western Sea, Chants of the Mannahatta, the place of my dearest

love, the place surrounded by hurried and

sparkling currents, Health chants joy chants robust chants of young

men,

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Chants inclusive wide reverberating chants, Chants of the Many In One.

11. In the Year 80 of The States,

My tongue, every atom of my blood, formed from

this soil, this air, Born here of parents born here, From parents the same, and their parents' parents

the same, I, now thirty-six years old, in perfect health,

begin, Hoping to cease not till death.

12. Creeds and schools in abeyance,

Eetiring back a while, sufficed at what they are, but

never forgotten,

With accumulations, now coming forward in front, Arrived again, I harbor, for good or bad I permit

to speak, Nature, without check, with original energy.

13. Take my leaves, America !

Make welcome for them everywhere, for they are

your own offspring; Surround them, East and West! .for they would

surround you, And you precedents ! connect lovingly with them, for

they connect lovingly with you.

14. I conned old times,

I sat studying at the feet of the great masters ; Now, if eligible, 0 that the great masters might return and study me !

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is, In the name of These States, shall I scorn the

antique ?

Why These are the children of the antique, to justify it.

16. Dead poets, philosophs, priests,

Martyrs, artists, inventors, governments long since,

Language-shapers, on other shores,

Nations once powerful, now reduced, withdrawn, or

desolate, I dare not proceed till I respectfully credit what you

have left, wafted hither, I have perused it I own it is admirable, I think nothing can ever be greater Nothing can

ever deserve more than it deserves ; I regard it all intently a long while, Then take my place for good with my own day and

race here.

17. Here lands female and male,

Here the heirship and heiress-ship of the world

Here the flame of materials,

Here Spirituality, the translatress, the openly-avowed, The ever-tending, the finale of visible forms, The satisfier, after due long-waiting, now advancing, Yes, here comes the mistress, the Soul.

la The SOUL !

Forever and forever Longer than soil is brown and solid Longer than water ebbs and flows.

19. I will make the poems of materials, for I think they are to be the most spiritual poems,

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And I will make the poems of my body and of

mortality, For I think I shall then supply myself with the

poems of my Soul and of immortality.

20. I will make a song for These States, that no one

State may under any circumstances be subjected

to another State, And I will make a song that there shall be comity by

day and by night between all The States, and

between any two of them, And I will make a song of the organic bargains of

These States And a shrill song of curses on

him who would dissever the Union ; And I will make a song for the ears of the President,

full of weapons with menacing points, And behind the weapons countless dissatisfied faces.

21. I will acknowledge contemporary lands,

I will trail the whole geography of the globe, and salute courteously every city large and small ;

And employments! I will put in my poems, that with you is heroism, upon land and sea And I will report all heroism from an American point of view ;

And sexual organs and acts ! do you concentrate in me For I am determined to tell you with courageous clear voice, to prove you illustrious.

22. I will sing the song of companionship,

I will show what alone must -compact These, I believe These are to found their own ideal of manl; love, indicating it in me ;

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I will therefore let flame from me the burning fires that were threatening to consume me,

I will lift what has too long kept down those smoul dering fires,

I will give them complete abandonment,

I will write the evangel-poem of comrades and

of love,

(For who but I should understand love, with all its sorrow and joy ?

And who but I should be the poet of comrades ?)

23. I am the credulous man of qualities, ages, races,

I advance from the people en-rnasse in their own

spirit, Here is what sings unrestricted faith.

24. Omnes ! Omnes !

Let others ignore what they may,

I make the poem of evil also I commemorate that

part also, I am myself just as much evil as good And I say

there is in fact no evil, Or if there is, I say it is just as important to you, to

the earth, or to me, as anything else.

25. I too, following many, and followed by many, inau

gurate a Religion I too go to the wars, It may be I am destined to utter the loudest cries

thereof, the conqueror's shouts, They may rise from me yet, and soar above every

thing.

26. Each is not for its own sake,

I say the whole earth, and all the stars in the sky, are for Religion's sake.

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27. I say no man has ever been half devout enough, None has ever adored or worship' d half enough, None has begun to think how divine he himself is,

and how certain the future is.

28. I specifically announce that the real and perma

nent grandeur of These States must be their Religion, Otherwise there is no real and permanent grandeur.

29. What are you doing, young man ?

Are you so earnest so given up to literature,

science, art, amours ?

These ostensible realities, materials, points ? Your ambition or business, whatever it may be ?

so. It is well Against such I say not a word I am

their poet also ; But behold ! such swiftly subside burnt up for

Religion's sake, For not all matter is fuel to heat, impalpable flame,

the essential life of the earth, Any more than such are to Religion.

si. What do you seek, so pensive and silent ? What do you need, comrade ? Mon cher ! do you think it is love ?

32. Proceed, comrade,

It is a painful thing to love a man or woman to

excess yet it satisfies it is great, But there is something else very great it makes the whole coincide,

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It, magnificent, beyond materials, with continuous hands, sweeps and provides for all.

ss. 0 I see the following poems are indeed to drop in the earth the germs of a greater Religion.

34. My comrade !

For you, to share with me, two greatnesses And a third one, rising inclusive and more resplendent,

The greatness of Love and Democracy and the greatness of Religion.

35. Melange mine !

Mysterious ocean where the streams empty, Prophetic spirit of materials shifting and flickering

around me,

Wondrous interplay between the seen and unseen, Living beings, identities, now doubtless near us, in

the air, that we know not of, Extasy everywhere touching and thrilling me, Contact daily and hourly that will not release me, These selecting These, in hints, demanded of me.

36. Not he, adhesive, kissing me so long with his daily

kiss, Has winded and twisted around me that which holds

me to him, Any more than I am held to the heavens, to the

spiritual world, And to the identities of the Gods, my unknown

lovers, After what they have done to me, suggesting

such themes.

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37. 0 such themes ! Equalities !

0 amazement of things 1 0 divine average ! 0 warblings under the sun ushered, as now, or at noon, or setting!

0 strain, musical, flowing through ages now

reaching hither,

1 take to your reckless and composite chords I

add to them, and cheerfully pass them forward.

38. As I have walked in Alabama my morning walk,

I have seen where the she-bird, the mocking-bird, sat on her nest in the briers, hatching her brood.

39. I have seen the he-bird also,

I have paused to hear him, near at hand, inflating his throat, and joyfully singing.

40. And while I paused, it came to me that what he

really sang for was not there only, Nor for his mate nor himself only, nor all sent back

by the echoes,

But subtle, clandestine, away beyond, A charge transmitted, and gift occult, for those

being born.

41. Democracy!

Near at hand to you a throat is now inflating itself and joyfully singing.

42. Ma femme !

For the brood beyond us and of us,

For those who belong here, and those to come,

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I, exultant, to be ready for them, will now shake out carols stronger and haughtier than have ever yet been heard upon the earth.

43. I will make the songs of passions, to give them

their way,

And your songs, offenders for I scan you with kindred eyes, and carry you with me the same as any.

44. I will make the true poem of riches,

Namely, to earn for the body and the mind, what adheres, and goes forward, and is not dropt by death.

45. I will effuse egotism, and show it underlying all

And I will be the bard of Personality ; And I will show of male and female that either is but

the equal of the other, And I will show that there is no imperfection in male

or female, or in the earth, or in the present

and can be none in the future, And I will show that whatever happens to anybody, it

may be turned to beautiful results And I will

show that nothing can happen more beautiful

than death ; And I will thread a thread through my poems that no

one thing in the universe is inferior to another

thing, And that all the things of the universe are perfect

miracles, each as profound as any.

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46. I will not make poems with reference to parts,

But I will make leaves, poems, poemets, songs, says,

thoughts, with reference to ensemble ; And I will not sing with reference to a day, but with

reference to all days, And I will not make a poem, nor the least part of

a poem, but has reference to the Soul, Because, having looked at the objects of the universe,

I find there is no one, nor any particle of one,

but has reference to the Soul.

47. Was somebody asking to see the Soul ?

See ! your own shape and countenance persons, substances, beasts, the trees, the running rivers, the rocks and sands. .

48. All hold spiritual joys, and afterward loosen them, How can the real body ever die, and be buried ?

49. Of your real body, and any man's or woman's real

body, item for item, it will elude the hands of the corpse-cleaners, and pass to fitting spheres, carrying what has accrued to it from the moment of birth to the moment of death.

so. Not the types set up by the printer return their im pression, the meaning, the main concern, any more than a man's substance and life, or a woman's substance and life, return in the body and the Soul, indifferently before death and after death.

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51. Behold ! the body includes and is the meaning, the

main concern and includes and is the Soul ; Whoever you are ! how superb and how divine is your body, or any part of it.

52. Whoever you are ! to you endless announcements.

53. Daughter of the lands, did you wait for your poet ? Did you wait for one with a flowing mouth and

indicative hand?

54. Toward the male of The States, and toward the

female of The States,

Toward the President, the Congress, the diverse Gov ernors, the new Judiciary,

Live words words to the lands.

55. 0 the lands !

Lands scorning invaders ! Interlinked, food-yielding lands !

Land of coal and iron ! Land of gold ! Lands of cotton, sugar, rice !

Odorous and sunny land ! Floridian land !

Land of the spinal river, the Mississippi ! Land of the Alleghanies ! Ohio's land !

Land of wheat, beef, pork ! Land of wool and hemp ! Land of the potato, the apple, and the grape !

Land of the pastoral plains, the grass-fields of the world ! Land of those sweet-aired interminable plateaus ! Land there of the herd, the garden, the healthy house of adobie ! Land there of rapt thought, and of the realization of the stars I Land of simple, holy, untamed lives !

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Lands where the northwest Columbia winds, and

where the southwest Colorado winds ! Land of the Chesapeake ! Land of the Delaware ! Land of Ontario, Erie, Huron, Michigan ! Land of the Old Thirteen ! Massachusetts land !

Land of Vermont and Connecticut ! Land of many oceans ! Land of sierras and peaks ! Land of boatmen and sailors ! Fishermen's land ! Inextricable lands ! the clutched together ! the

passionate lovers ! The side by side ! the elder and younger brothers !

the bony-limbed !

The great women's land ! the feminine ! the ex perienced sisters and the inexperienced sisters ! Far breath' d land ! Arctic braced ! Mexican breezed !

the diverse ! the compact ! The Pennsylvanian ! the Virginian ! the double

Carolinian ! 0 all and each well-loved by me ! my intrepid nations !

0 I cannot be discharged from you ! 0 Death ! 0 for all that, I am yet of you, unseen,

this hour, with irrepressible love, Walking New England, a friend, a traveller, Splashing my bare feet in the edge of the summer

ripples, on Paumanok's sands, Crossing the prairies dwelling again in Chicago

dwelling in many towns, Observing shows, births, improvements, structures,

arts, Listening to the orators and the oratresses in public

halls,

Of and through The States, as during life each man and woman my neighbor,

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The Louisianian, the Georgian, as near to me, and I

as near to him and her, The Mississippian and Arkansian the woman and

man of Utah, Dakotah, Nebraska, yet -with mo

and I yet with any of them, Yet upon the plains west of the spinal river yet

in my house of adobie, Yet returning eastward yet in the Sea-Side State,

or in Maryland, Yet a child of the North yet Kanadian, cheerily

braving the winter the snow and ice welcome

to me, Yet a true son either of Maine, or of the Granite

State, or of the Narragansett Bay State, or of

the Empire State, Yet sailing to other shores to annex the same yet

welcoming every new brother, Hereby applying these leaves to the new ones, from

the hour they unite with the old ones, Coming among the new ones myself, to be their

companion coming personally to you now, Enjoining you to acts, characters, spectacles, with

me.

so. With me, with firm holding yet haste, haste on.

57. For your life, adhere to me,

Of all the men of the earth, I only can unloose you

and toughen you, I may have to be persuaded many times before I

consent to give myself to you but what of

that ? Must not Nature be persuaded many times ?

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ss. No dainty dolce affettuoso I ;

Bearded, sunburnt, gray-necked, forbidding, I have

arrived, To be wrestled with as I pass, for the solid prizes

of the universe, For such I afford whoever can persevere to win them.

59. On my way a moment I pause,

Here for you ! And here for America !

Still the Present I raise aloft— Still the Future of

The States I harbinge, glad and sublime, And for the Past I pronounce what the air holds of

the red aborigines.

eo. The red aborigines !

Leaving natural breaths, sounds of rain and winds, calls as of birds and animals in the woods, syllabled to us for names,

Okonee, Koosa, Ottawa, Monongahela, Sauk, Natchez, Chattahoochee, Kaqueta, Oronoco.

Wabash, Miami, Saginaw, Chippewa, Oshkosh, Walla- Walla,

Leaving such to The States, they melt, they depart, charging the water and the land with names.

ei. 0 expanding and swift ! 0 henceforth,

Elements, breeds, adjustments, turbulent, quick, and

audacious, A world primal again Vistas of glory, incessant

and branching, A new race, dominating previous ones, and grander

far, New politics New literatures and religions New

inventions and arts.

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62. These ! These, my voice announcing I will sleep

no more, but arise ;

You oceans that have been calm within me ! how I feel you, fathomless, stirring, preparing unprecedented waves and storms.

63. See ! steamers steaming through my poems !

See, in my poems immigrants continually coming and landing ;

See, in arriere, the wigwam, the trail, the hunter's hut, the flat-boat, the maize-leaf, the claim, the rude fence, and the backwoods village ;

See, on the one side the Western Sea, and on the other side the Eastern Sea, how they advance and retreat upon my poems, as upon their own shores ;

See, pastures and forests in my poems See, animals, wild and tame See, beyond the Kanzas, count less herds of buffalo, feeding on short curly grass ;

See, in my poems, old and new cities, solid, vast, inland, with paved streets, with iron and stone edifices, and ceaseless vehicles, and commerce ;

See the populace, millions upon millions, handsome, tall, muscular, both sexes, clothed in easy and dignified clothes teaching, commanding, mar rying, generating, equally electing and elective ;

See, the many-cylinder 'd steam printing-press See, the electric telegraph See, the strong and quick locomotive, as it departs, panting, blowing the steam-whistle ;

See, ploughmen, ploughing farms See, miners, digging mines See, the numberless factories ;

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See, mechanics, busy at their benches, with tools See from among them, superior judges, philo- sophs, Presidents, emerge, dressed in working dresses ;

See, lounging through the shops and fields of The States, me, well-beloved, close-held by day and night,

Hear the loud echo of my songs there ! Read the hints come at last.

64. 0 my comrade !

0 you and me at last and us two only ;

0 power, liberty, eternity at last !

0 to be relieved of distinctions! to make as much

of vices as virtues ! 0 to level occupations and the sexes ! 0 to bring

all to common ground ! 0 adhesiveness ! 0 the pensive aching to be together you know not

why, and I know not why.

65. 0 a word to clear one's path ahead endlessly !

0 something extatic and undemonstrable ! 0 music

wild!

0 now I triumph and you shall also ; 0 hand in hand 0 wholesome pleasure 0 one

more desirer and lover, 0 haste, firm holding haste, haste on, with me.

WALT WHITMAN.

1. I CELEBRATE myself,

And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me, as good belongs to you.

2. I loafe and invite my Soul,

I lean and loafe at iny ease, observing a spear of summer grass.

3. Houses and rooms are full of perfumes the shelves

are crowded with perfumes, I breathe the fragrance myself, and know it and

like it, The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall

not let it.

4. The atmosphere is not a perfume it has no taste of

the distillation, it is odorless, It is for my mouth forever I am in love with it, I will go to the bank by the wood, and become

undisguised and naked, I am mad for it to be in contact with me.

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4. LEAVES OF GRASS.

5. The smoke of my own breath,

Echoes, ripples, buzzed whispers, love-root, silk- thread, crotch and vine, My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my

heart, the passing of blood and air through my

lungs, The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the

shore, and dark-colored sea-rocks, and of hay in

the barn, The sound of the belched words of my voice, words

loosed to the eddies of the wind, A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around

of arms, The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple

boughs wag, The delight alone, or in the rush of the streets, or

along the fields and hill-sides, The feeling of health, the full-noon trill, the song of

me rising from bed and meeting the sun.

6. Have you reckoned a thousand acres much ? Have

you reckoned the earth much ? Have you practised so long to learn to read ? Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of

poems ?

7. Stop this day and night with me, and you shall pos

sess the origin of all poems, You shall possess the good of the earth and sun

there are millions of suns left, You shall no longer take things at second or third

hand, nor look through the eyes of the dead,

nor feed on the spectres in books,

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You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take

things from me, You shall listen to all sides, and filter them from

yourself.

s. I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk

of the beginning and the end, But I do not talk of the beginning or the end.

9. There was never any more inception than there is

now,

Nor any more youth or age than there is now, And will never be any more perfection than there is

now, Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.

10. Urge, and urge, and urge,

Always the procreant urge of the world.

11. Out of the dimness opposite equals advance always

substance and increase, always sex, Always a knit of identity always distinction always a breed of life.

12. To elaborate is no avail learned and unlearned

feel that it is so.

is. Sure as the most certain sure, plumb in the uprights,

well entretied, braced in the beams, Stout as a horse, affectionate, haughty, electrical, I and this mystery here we stand.

14. Clear and sweet is my Soul, and clear and sweet is all that is not my Soul.

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15. Lack one lacks both, and the unseen is proved by the

seen,

Till that becomes unseen, and receives proof in its turn.

IB. Showing the best, and dividing it from the worst, age

vexes age,

Knowing the perfect fitness and equanimity of things, while they discuss I am silent, and go bathe and admire myself.

17. Welcome is every organ and attribute of me, and of

any man hearty and clean,

Not an inch, nor a particle of an inch, is vile, and none shall be less familiar than the rest.

is. I am satisfied I see, dance, laugh, sing ;

As the hugging and loving Bed-fellow sleeps at my

side through the night, and withdraws at the

peep of the day, And leaves for me baskets covered with white towels,

swelling the house with their plenty, Shall I postpone my acceptation and realization, and

scream at my eyes,

That they turn from gazing after and down the road, And forthwith cipher and show me to a cent, Exactly the contents of one, and exactly the contents

of two, and which is ahead ?

19. Trippers and askers surround me,

People I meet the effect upon me of my early life, or the ward and city I live in, or the nation,

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The latest news, discoveries, inventions, societies,

authors old and new, My dinner, dress, associates, looks, work, compliments,

dues, The real .or fancied indifference of some man or

woman I love, The sickness of one of my folks, or of myself, or

ill-doing, or loss or lack of money, or depressions

or exaltations, These come to me days and nights, and go from me

again, But they are not the Me myself.

20. Apart from the pulling and hauling stands what I am, Stands amused, complacent, compassionating, idle,

unitary, Looks down, is erect, or bends an arm on an

impalpable certain rest, Looking with side-curved head, curious what will

come next, Both in and out of the game, and watching and

wondering at it.

21. Backward I see in my own days where I sweated

through fog with linguists and contenders, I have no mockings or arguments I witness and wait.

22. I believe in you, my Soul the other I am must

not abase itself to you, And you must not be abased to the other.

23. Loafe with me on the grass loose the stop from

your throat,

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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.

24. I mind how once we lay, such a transparent summer

morning, How you settled your head athwart my hips, and

gently turned over upon me, And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and

plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart, And reached till you felt my beard, and reached till

you held my feet.

25. Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and

joy and knowledge that pass all the art and

argument of the earth, And I know that the hand of God is the promise of

my own, And I know that the spirit of God is the brother of

my own, And that all the men ever born are also my brothers,

and the women my sisters and lovers, And that a kelson of the creation is love, And limitless are leaves, stiff or drooping in the

fields,

And brown ants in the little wells beneath them, And mossy scabs of the worm-fence, and heaped

stones, elder, mullen, and pokeweed.

26. A child said, What is the grass ? fetching it to me

with full hands ;

How could I answer the child ? I do not know what it is, any more than he,

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27. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of

hopeful green stuff woven.

28. Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord,

A scented gift and remembrancer, designedly dropped, Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may see and remark, and say Whose ?

29. Or I guess the grass is itself a child, the produced

babe of the vegetation.

so. Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic,

And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and

narrow zones,

Growing among black folks as among white, Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them

the same, I receive them the same.

31. And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of

graves.

32. Tenderly will I use you, curling grass,

It may be you transpire from the breasts of young

men, It may be if I had known them I would have loved

them, It may be you are from old people, and from women,

and from offspring taken soon out of their

mothers' laps, And here you are the mothers' laps.

33. This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of

old mothers, Darker than the colorless beards of old men,

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Dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths.

34. 0 I perceive after all so many uttering tongues !

And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing.

35. I wish I could translate the hints about the dead

young men and women,

And the hints about old men and mothers, and the offspring taken soon out of their laps.

36. What do you think has become of the young and

old men?

And what do you think has become of the women and children?

37. They are alive and well somewhere,

The smallest sprout shows there is really no death, And if ever there was, it led forward life, and does

not wait at the end to arrest it, And ceased the moment life appeared.

38. All goes onward and outward nothing collapses, And to die is different from what any one supposed,

and luckier.

39. Has any one supposed it lucky to be born ?

I hasten to inform him or her, it is just as lucky to die, and I know it.

40. I pass death with the dying, and birth with the new-

washed babe, and am not contained between my hat and boots,

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And peruse manifold objects, no two alike, and every

one good, The earth good, and the stars good, and their

adjuncts all good.

41. I am not an earth, nor an adjunct of an earth,

I am the mate and companion of people, all just as

immortal and fathomless as myself; They do not know how immortal, but I know.

42. Every kind for itself and its own for me mine, male

and female, For me those that have been boys, and that love

women, For me the man that is proud, and feels how it stings

to be slighted, For me the sweetheart and the old maid for me

mothers, and the mothers of mothers, For me lips that have smiled, eyes that have shed

tears, For me children, and the begetters of children.

43. Who need be afraid of the merge ?

Undrape ! you are not guilty to me, nor stale, nor

discarded, I see through the broadcloth and gingham, whether

or no, And am around, tenacious, acquisitive, tireless, and

can never be shaken away.

44. The little one sleeps in its cradle,

I lift the gauze and look a long time, and silently brush away flies with my hand.

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45. The youngster and the red-faced girl turn aside up

the bushy hill, I peeringly view them from the top.

46. The suicide sprawls on the bloody floor of the

bedroom ;

It is so I witnessed the corpse there the pistol had fallen.

47. The blab of the pave, the tires of carts, sluff of boot-

soles, talk of the promenaders, The heavy omnibus, the driver with his interrogating

thumb, the clank of the shod horses on the

granite floor, The snow-sleighs, the clinking, shouted jokes, pelts of

snow-balls, The hurrahs for popular favorites, the fury of roused

mobs, The flap of the curtained litter, a sick man inside,

borne to the hospital, The meeting of enemies, the sudden oath, the blows

and fall, The excited crowd, the policeman with his star,

quickly working his passage to the centre of

the crowd, The impassive stones that receive and return so many

echoes, The Souls moving along (are they invisible, while

the least of the stones is visible ?) What groans of over-fed or half-starved wha fall sun- struck, or in fits, What exclamations of women taken suddenly, who

hurry home and give birth to babes,

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What living and buried speech is always vibrating here what howls restrained by decorum,

Arrests of criminals, slights, adulterous offers made, acceptances, rejections with convex lips,

I mind them or the show or resonance of them I come and I depart.

48. The big doors of the country-barn stand open and

ready,

The dried grass of the harvest-time loads the slow- drawn wagon,

The clear light plays on the brown gray and green intertinged,

The armfuls are packed to the sagging mow.

49. I am there I help I came stretched atop of the

load,

I felt its soft jolts one leg reclined on the other ; I jump from the cross-beams and seize the clover and

timothy, And roll head over heels, and tangle my hair full of

wisps.

50. Alone, far in the wilds and mountains, I hunt, Wandering, amazed at my own lightness and glee,

Li the late afternoon choosing a safe spot to pass the

night,

Kindling a fire and broiling the fresh-killed game, Soundly falling asleep on the gathered leaves, with

my dog and gun by my side.

51. The Yankee clipper is under her three sky-sails

she cuts the sparkle and scud,

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My eyes settle the land I bend at her prow, or sjiout joyously from the deck.

62. The boatmen and clam-diggers arose early and

stopped for me, I tucked my trowser-ends in my boots, and went and

had a good time ; You should have been with us that day round the

chowder-kettle.

53. I saw the marriage of the trapper in the open air in the far-west the bride was a red girl,

Her father and his friends sat near, cross-legged and dumbly smoking they had moccasons to their feet, and large thick blankets hanging from their shoulders ;

On a bank lounged the trapper he was dressed mostly in skins his luxuriant beard and curls protected his neck,

One hand rested on his rifle the other hand held firmly the wrist of the red girl,

She had long eyelashes her head was bare her coarse straight locks descended upon her volup tuous limbs and reached to her feet.

64. The runaway slave came to my house and stopped outside,

I heard his motions crackling the twigs of the wood pile,

Through the swung half-door of the kitchen I saw him limpsy and weak,

And went where he sat on a log, and led him in and assured him,

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And brought water, and filled a tub for his sweated

body and bruised feet, And gave him a room that entered from my own, an^

gave him some coarse clean clothes, And remember perfectly well his revolving eyes and

his awkwardness, And remember putting plasters on the galls of his

neck and ankles ; He staid with me a week before he was recuperated

and passed north, I had him sit next me at table my fire-lock leaned

in the corner.

55. Twenty-eight young men bathe by the shore, Twenty-eight young men, and all so friendly ; Twenty-eight years of womanly life, and all so

lonesome.

56. She owns the fine house by the rise of the bank,

She hides, handsome and richly drest, aft the blinds of the window.

57. Which of the young men does she like the best ? Ah, the homeliest of them is beautiful to her.

58. Where are you off to, lady ? for I see you,

You splash in the water there, yet stay stock still in your room.

69. Dancing and laughing along the beach came the

twenty-ninth bather,

The rest did not see her, but she saw them and loved them.

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60. The beards of the young men glistened with wet, it

ran from their long hair, Little streams passed all over their bodies.

ci. An unseen hand also passed over their bodies,

It descended tremblingly from their temples and ribs.

62. The young men float on their backs their white

bellies bulge to the sun they do not ask who

seizes fast to them, They do not know who puffs and declines with

pendant and bending arch, They do not think whom they souse with spray.

63. The butcher-boy puts off his killing-clothes, or sharp

ens his knife at the stall in the market, I loiter, enjoying his repartee and his shuffle and break-down.

64. Blacksmiths with grimed and hairy chests environ the

anvil,

Each has his main-sledge they are all out there is a great heat in the fire.

65. From the cinder-strewed threshold I follow their

movements, The lithe sheer of their waists plays even with their

massive arms, Overhand the hammers roll overhand so slow

overhand so sure, They do not hasten each man hits in his place.

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66. The negro holds firmly the reins of his four horses

the blocks swags underneath on its tied-over chain,

The negro that drives the huge dray of the stone-yard

steady and tall he stands, poised on one leg on the string-piece,

His blue shirt exposes his ample neck and breast, and

loosens over his hip-band, His glance is calm and commanding he tosses the

slouch of his hat away from his forehead, The sun falls on his crispy hair and moustache

falls on the black of his polished and perfect

limbs.

67. I behold the picturesque giant and love him and

I do not stop there, I go with the team also.

es. In me the caresser of life wherever moving back ward as well as forward slueing, To niches aside and junior bending.

69. Oxen that rattle the yoke or halt in the shade ! what

is that you express in your eyes ? It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life.

70. My tread scares the wood-drake and wood-duck, on

my distant and day-long ramble, They rise together they slowly circle around.

71. I believe in those winged purposes,

And acknowledge red, yellow, white, playing within me,

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And consider green and violet, and the tufted crown,

intentional, And do not call the tortoise unworthy because she is

not something else, And the mocking-bird in the swamp never studied the

gamut, yet trills pretty well to me, And the look of the bay mare shames silliness out

of me.

72. The wild gander leads his flock through the cool

night, Ya-honk ! he says, and sounds it down to me like an

invitation ; The pert may suppose it meaningless, but I listen

close, I find its purpose and place up there toward the

wintry sky.

73. The sharp-hoofed moose of the north, the cat on the

house-sill, the chickadee, the prairie-dog, The litter of the grunting sow as they tug' at her

teats,

The brood of the turkey-hen, and she with her half- spread wings, I see in them and myself the same old law.

74. The press of my foot to the earth springs a hundred

affections, They scorn the best I can do to relate them.

75. I am enamoured of growing outdoors,

Of men that live among cattle, or taste of the ocean or woods,

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Of the builders and steerers of ships, and the wielders

of axes and mauls, and the drivers of horses, I can eat and sleep with them week in and week out.

76. What is commonest, cheapest, nearest, easiest, is Me, Me going in for my chances, spending for vast

returns, Adorning myself to bestow myself on the first that

will take me,

Not asking the sky to come down to my good will, Scattering it freely forever.

77. The pure contralto sings in the organ loft,

The carpenter dresses his plank the tongue of his

foreplane whistles its wild ascending lisp, The married and unmarried children ride home to

their Thanksgiving dinner, , The pilot seizes the king-pin he heaves down with

a strong arm, The mate stands braced in the whale-boat lance

and harpoon are ready, The duck-shooter walks 'by silent and cautious

stretches, The deacons are ordained with crossed hands at the

altar, The spinning-girl retreats and advances to the hum

of the big wheel, The farmer stops by the bars, as he walks on a First

Day loafe, and looks at the oats and rye, The lunatic is carried at last to the asylum, a con firmed case, He will never sleep any more as he did in the cot in

his mother's bedroom ;

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The jour printer with gray head and gaunt jaws

works at his case, He turns his quid of tobacco, while his eyes blurr

with the manuscript ; The malformed limbs are tied to the anatomist's

table,

What is removed drops horribly in a pail ; The quadroon girl is sold at the stand the drunkard

nods by the bar-room stove, The machinist rolls up his sleeves the policeman

travels his beat the gate-keeper marks who

pass, The young fellow drives the express-wagon I love

him, though I do not know him, The half-breed straps on his light boots to compete

in the race, The western turkey-shooting draws old and young

some lean on their rifles, some sit on logs, Out from the crowd steps the marksman, takes his

position, levels his piece ; The groups of newly-come emigrants cover the wharf

or levee,

As the woolly-pates hoe in the sugar-field, the over seer views them from his saddle, The bugle calls in the ball-room, the gentlemen run

for their partners, the dancers bow to each other, The youth lies awake in the cedar-roofed garret, and

harks to the musical rain, The Wolverine sets traps on the creek that helps fill

the Huron, The reformer ascends the platform, he spouts with

his mouth and nose,

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The company returns from its excursion, the darkey

brings up the rear and bears the well-riddled

target, The squaw, wrapt in her yellow-hemmed cloth, is

offering moccasons and bead-bags for sale, The connoisseur peers along the exhibition-gallery

with half-shut eyes bent side-ways, As the deck-hands make fast the steamboat, the plank

is thrown for the shore-going passengers, The young sister holds out the skein, while the elder

sister winds it off in a ball, and stops now and

then for the knots, The one-year wife is recovering and happy, having

a week ago borne her first child,

The clean-haired Yankee girl works with her sewing- machine, or in the factory or mill, The nine months' gone is in the parturition chamber,

her faintness and pains are advancing, The paving-man leans on his two-handed rammer

the reporter's lead flies swiftly over the note book the sign-painter is lettering with red and

gold, The canal-boy trots on the tow-path the bookkeeper

counts at his desk the shoemaker waxes his

thread, The conductor beats time for the band, and all the

performers follow him, The child is baptized the convert is making his first

professions, The regatta is spread on the bay how the white

sails sparkle ! The drover, watching his drove, sings out to them that

would stray,

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The pedler sweats with his pack on his back, the purchaser higgling about the odd cent,

The camera and plate are prepared, the lady must sit for her daguerreotype,

The bride unrumples her white dress, the minute- hand of the clock moves slowly,

The opium-eater reclines with rigid head and just- opened lips,

The prostitute draggles her shawl, her bonnet bobs on her tipsy and pimpled neck,

The crowd laugh at her blackguard oaths, the men

jeer and wink to each other,

(Miserable ! I do not laugh at your oaths, nor jeer you;)

The President, holding a cabinet council, is sur rounded by the Great Secretaries,

On the piazza walk five friendly matrons with twined arms,

The crew of the fish-smack pack repeated layers of halibut in the hold,

The Missourian crosses the plains, toting his wares and his cattle,

As the fare-collector goes through the train, he gives notice by the jingling of loose change,

The floor-men are laying the floor the tinners are tinning the roof the masons are calling for mortar,

.In single file, each shouldering his hod, pass onward the laborers,

Seasons pursuing each other, the indescribable crowd is gathered— -it is the Fourth of Seventh Month What salutes of cannon and small arms !

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Seasons pursuing each other, the plougher ploughs,

the mower mows, and the winter-grain falls in

the ground, OIF on the lakes the pike-fisher watches and waits by

the hole in the frozen surface, The stumps stand thick round the clearing, the

squatter strikes deep with his axe, Flatboatmen make fast, towards dusk, near the cotton- wood or pekan-trees, Coon-seekers go through the regions of the Red river,

or through those drained by the Tennessee, or

through those of the Arkansaw, Torches shine in the dark that hangs on the Chatta-

hooche or Altamahaw, Patriarchs sit at supper with sons and grandsons and

great-grandsons around them, In walls of adobie, in canvas tents, rest hunters and

trappers after their day's sport, The city sleeps and the country sleeps, The living sleep for their time, the dead sleep for

their time, The old husband sleeps by his wife, and the young

husband sleeps by his wife ; And these one and all tend inward to me, and I tend

outward to them, And such as it is to be of these, more or less, I ana.

I am of old and young, of the foolish as much as the

wise,

Regardless of others, ever regardful of others, Maternal as well as paternal, a child as well as a man, Stuffed with the stuff that is coarse, and stuffed with

the stuff that is fine,

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One of the great nation, the nation of many nations, the smallest the same, and the largest the same,

A southerner soon as a northerner, a planter non chalant and hospitable,

A Yankee, bound my own way, ready for trade, my joints the limberest joints on earth and the sternest joints on earth,

A Kentuckian, walking the vale of the Elkhorn in my deer-skin leggings,

A boatman over lakes or bays, or along coasts a Hoosier, Badger, Buckeye,

A Louisianian or Georgian a Poke-easy from sand hills and pines,

At home on Kanadian snow-shoes, or up in the bush, or with fishermen off Newfoundland,

At home in the fleet of ice-boats, sailing with the rest, and tacking,

At home on the hills of Vermont, or in the woods of Maine, or the Texan ranch,

Comrade of Californians comrade of free north- westerners, and loving their big proportions,

Comrade of raftsmen and coalmen comrade of all who shake hands and welcome to drink and meat,

A learner with the simplest, a teacher of the thought- fullest,

A novice beginning, yet experient of myriads of seasons,

Of every hue, trade, rank, caste and religion,

Not merely of the New World, but of Africa, Europe, Asia a wandering savage,

A farmer, mechanic, artist, gentleman, sailor, lover, quaker,

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A prisoner, fancy-man, rowdy, lawyer, physician, priest.

79. I resist anything better than my own diversity, And breathe the air, and leave plenty after me, And am not stuck up, and am in my place.

so. The moth and the fish-eggs are in their place,

The suns I see, and the suns I cannot see, are in their

place, The palpable is in its place, and the impalpable is in

its place.

si. These are the thoughts of all men in all ages and

lands they are not original with me, If they are not yours as much as mine, they are

nothing, or next to nothing, If they do not enclose everything, they are next to

nothing, If they are not the riddle and the untying of the

riddle, they are nothing, If they are not just as close as they are distant, they

are nothing.

82. This is the grass that grows wherever the land is

and the water is, This is the common air that bathes the globe.

83. This is the breath for America, because it is my

breath,

This is for laws, songs, behavior, This is the tasteless water of Souls this is the true

sustenance.

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84. This is for the illiterate, and for the judges of the

Supreme Court, and for the Federal capitol and the State capitols,

And for the admirable communes of literats, com posers, singers, lecturers, engineers, and savans,

And for the endless races of work-people, farmers, and seamen.

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85. This is the trilling of thousands of clear cornets,

screaming of octave flutes, striking of triangles.

86. I play not here marches for victors only I play

great marches for conquered and slain persons.

87. Have you heard that it was good to gain the day ?

I also say it is good to fall battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.

88. I beat triumphal drums for the dead,

I blow through my embouchures my loudest and gayest music to them.

89. Vivas to those who have failed !

And to those whose war-vessels sank in the sea !

And those themselves who sank in the sea !

And to all generals that lost engagements! and all

overcome heroes ! And the numberless unknown heroes, equal to the

greatest heroes known.

90. This is the meal pleasantly set this is the meat and

drink for natural hunger,

It is for the wicked just the same as the righteous I make appointments with all,

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I will not have a single person slighted or left away, The kept-woman, sponger, thief, are hereby invited, The heavy-lipped slave is invited the venerealee is

invited, There shall be no difference between them and the

rest.

91. This is the press of a bashful hand this is the float

and odor of hair, This is the touch of my lips to yours this is the

murmur of yearning, This is the far-off depth and height reflecting my

own face, This is the thoughtful merge of myself, and the outlet

again.

92. Do you guess I have some intricate purpose ?

Well, I have for the Fourth Month showers have, and the mica on the side of a rock has.

93. Do you take it I would astonish ?

Does the daylight astonish ? Does the early redstart,

twittering through the woods ? Do I astonish more than they ?

94. This hour I tell things in confidence,

I might not tell everybody, but I will tell you.

95. Who goes there ! hankering, gross, mystical, nude ? How is it I extract strength from the beef I eat ?

96. What is a man anyhow? What am I? What are

you?

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97. All I mark as my own, you shall offset it with your

own, Else it were time lost listening to me.

98. I do not snivel that snivel the world over,

That months are vacuums, and the ground but

wallow and filth, That life is a suck and a sell, and nothing remains at

the end but threadbare crape, and tears.

99. Whimpering and truckling fold with powders for

invalids conformity goes to the fourth-removed, I cock my hat as I please, indoors or out.

100. Why should I pray ? Why should I venerate and be

ceremonious ?

101. Having pried through the strata, analyzed to a hair,

counsel!' d with doctors, and calculated close, I find no sweeter fat than sticks to my own bones.

102. In all people I see myself none more, and not one a

barleycorn less, And the good or bad I say of myself I say of them.

103. And I know I am solid and sound,

To me the converging objects of the universe per petually flow,

All are written to me, and I must get what the writing means.

101. I know I am deathless,

I know this orbit of mine cannot be swept by a carpenter's compass,

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I know I shall not pass like a child's carlacue cut with a burnt stick at night.

105. I know I am august,

I do not trouble my spirit to vindicate itself or be

understood,

I see that the elementary laws never apologize, I reckon I behave no prouder than the level I plant my house by, after all.

ice. I exist as I am that is enough,

If 110 other in the world be aware, I sit content, And if each and all be aware, I sit content.

107. One world is aware, and by far the largest to me, and that is myself,

And whether I come to my own to-day, or in ten thousand or ten million years,

I can cheerfully take it now, or with equal cheerful ness I can wait.

los. My foothold is tenoned and mortised in granite, I laugh at what you call dissolution, And I know the amplitude of time.

109. I am the poet of the body,

And I am the poet of the Soul. *

no. The pleasures of heaven are with me, and the pains

of hell are with me,

The first I graft and increase upon myself the latter I translate into a new tongue.

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in. I am the poet of the woman the same as the man, And I say it is as great to be a woman as to be a

man, And I say there is nothing greater than the mother

of men.

112. I chant the chant of dilation or pride,

We have had ducking and deprecating about enough, I show that size is only development.

us. Have you outstript the rest ? Are you the President ? It is a trifle they will more than arrive there every one, and still pass on.

in. I am He that walks with the tender and growing

Night, I call to the earth and sea, half-held by the Night.

us. Press close, bare-bosomed Night! Press close, mag netic, nourishing Night!

Night of south winds ! Night of the large few stars ! Still, nodding night ! Mad, naked, summer night.

lie. Smile, 0 voluptuous, cool-breathed Earth ! Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees ! Earth of departed sunset ! Earth of the mountains,

misty-topt ! Earth of the vitreous pour of the full moon, just

tinged with blue ! Earth of shine and dark, mottling the tide of the

river ! Earth of the limpid gray of clouds, brighter and

clearer for my sake !

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Far-swooping elbowed Earth ! Rich, apple-blossomed

Earth ! Smile, for YOUR LOVER comes!

117. Prodigal, you have given me love ! Therefore I to you give love !

0 unspeakable passionate love !

us. Thruster holding me tight, and that I hold tight ! We hurt each other as the bridegroom and the bride hurt each other.

119. You Sea ! I resign myself to you also I guess

what you mean,

1 behold from the beach your crooked inviting fingers, I believe you refuse to go back without feeling of me ; We must have a turn together I undress hurry

me out of sight of the land, Cushion me soft, rock me in billowy drowse, Dash me with amorous wet I can repay you.

120. Sea of stretched ground-swells !

Sea breathing broad and convulsive breaths !

Sea of the brine of life ! Sea of unshovelled and

always-ready graves! Howler and scooper of storms ! Capricious and dainty

Sea! I am integral with you I too am of one phase, and

of all phases.

121. Partaker of influx and efflux extoller of hate and

conciliation,

Extoller of amies, and those that sleep in each others' arms.

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122. I am he attesting sympathy,

Shall I make my list of things in the house, and skip the house that supports them ?

123. I am the poet of common sense, and of the demon

strable, and of immortality,

And am not the poet of goodness only I do not decline to be the poet of wickedness also.

124. Washes and razors for foofoos for me freckles and

a bristling beard.

125. What blurt is this about virtue and about vice ?

Evil propels me, and reform of evil propels me I

stand indifferent,

My gait is no fault-finder's or rejecter's gait, I moisten the roots of all that has grown.

120. Did you fear some scrofula out of the unflagging

pregnancy ?

Did you guess the celestial laws are yet to be worked over and rectified ?

127. I step up to say that what we do is right, and what

we affirm is right and some is only the ore of right,

Witnesses of us one side a balance, and the antip odal side a balance,

Soft doctrine as steady help as stable doctrine, Thoughts and deeds of the present, our rouse and early start.

128. This minute that comes to me over the past decillions, There is no better than it and now.

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129. What behaved well in the past, or behaves well

to-day, is not such a wonder,

The wonder is, always and always, how can there be a mean man or an infidel.

130. Endless unfolding of words of ages !

And mine a word of the modern a word en-masse.

isi. A word of the faith that never balks,

One time as good as another time here or hence forward, it is all the same to me.

132. A word of reality r— materialism first and last im

buing.

133. Hurrah for positive Science ! long live exact demon

stration !

Fetch stonecrop, mixt with cedar and branches of lilac,

This is the lexicographer this the chemist this made a grammar of the old cartouches,

These mariners put the ship through dangerous un known seas,

This is the geologist this works with the scalpel and this is a mathematician.

134. Gentlemen ! I receive you, and attach and clasp

hands with you,

The facts are useful and real they are not my dwelling I enter by them to an area of the dwelling.

135. I am less the reminder of property or qualities, and

more the reminder of life,

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And go on the square for my own sake and for others'

sakes, And make short account of neuters and geldings, and

favor men and women fully equipped, And beat the gong of revolt, and stop with fugitives, and them that plot and conspire.

136. Walt Whitman, an American, one of the roughs, a

kosmos,

Disorderly, fleshy, sensual, eating, drinking, breeding, No sentimentalist no stander above men and wo men, or apart from them, No more modest than immodest.

is?. Unscrew the locks from the doors t

Unscrew the doors themselves from their jambs !

iss. Whoever degrades another degrades me,

And whatever is done or said returns at last to me, And whatever I do or say, I also return.

139. Through me the afflatus surging and surging

through me the current and index.

140. I speak the pass-word primeval I give the sign of

democracy,

By God ! I will accept nothing which all cannot have their counterpart of on the same terms.

i«. Through me many long dumb voices,

Voices of the interminable generations of slaves, Voices of prostitutes, and of deformed persons, Voices of the diseased and despairing, and of thieves and dwarfs,

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Voices of cycles of preparation and accretion,

And of the threads that connect the stars and of

wombs, and of the fatherstuff,

And of the rights of them the others are down upon, Of the trivial, flat, foolish, despised, Fog in the air, beetles rolling balls of dung.

142. Through me forbidden voices,

Yoices of sexes and lusts voices veiled, and I

remove the veil, Yoices indecent, by me clarified and transfigured.

143. I do not press my finger across my mouth,

I keep as delicate around the bowels as around the

head and heart, Copulation is no more rank to me than death is.

144. I believe in the flesh and the appetites,

Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle.

145. Divine am I inside and out, and I make holy what

ever I touch or am touched from, The scent of these arm-pits, aroma finer than prayer, This head more than churches, bibles, and all the

creeds.

HO. If I worship any particular thing, it shall be some of the spread of my own body.

147. Translucent mould of me, it shall be you! Shaded ledges and rests, it shall be you ! Firm masculine colter, it shall be you.

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MS. Whatever goes to the tilth of me, it shall be you ! You my rich blood ! Your milky stream, pale strip- pings of my life.

149. Breast that presses against other breasts, it shall be

you! My brain, it shall be your occult convolutions.

150. Root of washed sweet-flag ! Timorous pond-snipe !

Nest of guarded duplicate eggs ! it shall be

you! Mixed tussled hay of head, beard, brawn, it shall

be you ! Trickling sap of maple ! Fibre of manly wheat ! it

shall be you!

151. Sun so generous, it shall be you !

Vapors lighting and shading my face, it shall be you!

You sweaty brooks and dews, it shall be you !

Winds whose soft-tickling genitals rub against me, it shall be you !

Broad, muscular fields ! Branches of live oak ! Lov ing lounger in my winding paths! it shall be you!

Hands I have taken face I have kissed mortal I have ever touched ! it shall be you.

152. I dote on myself there is that lot of me, and all so

luscious, Each moment, and whatever happens, thrills me with

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153. 0 I am so wonderful !

I cannot tell how my ankles bend, nor whence the

cause of my faintest wish, Nor the cause of the friendship I emit, nor the cause

of the friendship I take again.

is*. That I walk up my stoop, I pause to consider if it

really be, That I eat and drink is spectacle enough for the great

authors and schools, A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than

the metaphysics of books.

155. To behold the day-break !

The little -light fades the immense and diaphanous

shadows, The air tastes good to my palato.

156. Hefts of the moving world, at innocent gambols,

silently rising, freshly exuding, Scooting obliquely high and low.

157. Something I cannot see puts upward libidinous

prongs, Seas of bright juice suffuse heaven.

158. The earth by the sky staid with the daily close of

their junction, The heaved challenge from the east that moment over

my head, The mocking taunt, See then whether you shall be

master !

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159. Dazzling and tremendous, how quick the sun-rise

would kill me,

If I could not now and always send sun-rise out of me.

160. We also ascend, dazzling and tremendous as the sun, We found our own, 0 my Soul, in the calm and cool

of the day-break.

lei. My voice goes after what my eyes cannot reach,

With the twirl of my tongue I encompass worlds, and volumes of worlds.

162. Speech is the twin of my vision it is unequal to

measure itself; It provokes me forever, It says sarcastically, Walt, you understand enough

why don't you let it out then ?

163. Come now, I will not be tantalized you conceive

too much of articulation.

164. Do you not know how the buds beneath are folded ? Waiting in gloom, protected by frost,

The dirt receding before my prophetical screams,

I underlying causes, to balance them at last,

My knowledge my live parts it keeping tally with

the meaning of things, Happiness which, whoever hears me, let him or her

set out in search of this day.

165. My final merit I refuse you I refuse putting from

me the best I am*

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ice. Encompass worlds, but never try to encompass me, I crowd your sleekest talk by simply looking toward you.

is?. "Writing and talk do not prove me,

I carry the plenum of proof, and everything else, in

my face,

With the hush of my lips I confound the topmost skeptic.

168. I think I will do nothing for a long time but listen, To accrue what I hear into myself to let sounds

contribute toward me.

169. I hear bravuras of birds, bustle of growing wheat,

gossip of flames, clack of sticks cooking my meals.

170. I hear the sound I love, the sound of the human

voice, I hear all sounds running together, combined, fused

or following, Sounds of the city and sounds out of the city

sounds of the day and night, Talkative young ones to those that like them the

recitative of fish-pedlers and fruit-pedlers the

loud laugh of work-people at their meals, The angry base of disjointed friendship the faint

tones of the sick, The judge with hands tight to the desk, his shaky lips

pronouncing a death-sentence, The heave'e'yo of stevedores unlading ships by the

wharves the refrain of the anchor-lifters,

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The ring of alarm-bells the cry of fire the whirr of swift-streaking engines and hose-carts, with premonitory tinkles, and colored lights,

The steam-whistle the solid roll of the train of approaching cars,

The slow-march played at night at the head of the

association, marching two and two, (They go to guard some corpse the flag-tops are draped with black muslin.)

171. I hear the violoncello, or man's heart's complaint ;

I hear the keyed cornet it glides quickly in through

my ears, It shakes mad-sweet pangs through my belly and

breast.

172. I hear the chorus it is a grand-opera, Ah, this indeed is music ! This suits me.

173. A tenor large and fresh as the creation fills me,

The orbic flex of his mouth is pouring and filling me full.

174. I hear the trained soprano she convulses me like

the climax of my love-grip, The orchestra wrenches such ardors from me, I did

not know I possessed them,

It throbs me to gulps of the farthest down horror, It sails me I dab with bare feet they are licked

by the indolent waves,

I am exposed, cut by bitter and poisoned hail, Steeped amid honeyed morphine, my windpipe throt tled in fakes of death,

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At length let up again to feel the puzzle of puzzles, And that we call BEING.

175. To be in any form what is that ?

(Round and round we go, all of us, and ever come

back thither,)

If nothing lay more developed, the quahaug in its callous shell were enough.

176. Mine is no callous shell,

I have instant conductors all over me, whether I pass

or stop, They seize every object, and lead it harmlessly

through me.

177. I merely stir, press, feel with my fingers, and am

happy,

To touch my person to some one else's is about as much as I can stand.

178. Is this then a touch ? quivering me to a new identity, Flames and ether making a rush for my veins, Treacherous tip of me reaching and crowding to

help them, My flesh and blood playing out lightning to strike

what is hardly different from myself, On all sides prurient provokers stiffening my limbs, Straining the udder of my heart for its withheld

drip,

Behaving licentious toward me, taking no denial, Depriving me of my best, as for a purpose, Unbuttoning my clothes, holding me by the bare

waist,

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Deluding my confusion with the calm of the sun-light

and pasture-fields,

Immodestly sliding the fellow-senses away, They bribed to swap off with touch, and go and graze

at the edges of me, No consideration, no regard for my draining strength

or my anger, Fetching the rest of the herd around to enjoy them

a while, Then all uniting to stand on a headland and worry

me.

179. The sentries desert every other part of me, They have left me helpless to a red marauder, They all come to the headland, to witness and assist against me.

iso. I am given up by traitors,

I talk wildly I have lost my wits I and nobody

else am the greatest traitor, I went myself first to the headland my own hands

carried me there.

isi. You villain touch ! what are you doing ? My breath

is tight in its throat, Unclench your floodgates ! you are too much for me.

12. Blind, loving, wrestling touch ! sheathed, hooded,

sharp-toothed touch ! Did it make you ache so, leaving me ?

m Parting, tracked by arriving perpetual payment of perpetual loan,

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Rich showering rain, and recompense richer after ward.

is*. Sprouts take and accumulate stand by the curb

prolific and vital,

Landscapes, projected, masculine, full-sized, and golden.

185. All truths wait in all things,

They neither hasten "their own delivery, nor resist it, They do not need the obstetric forceps of the

surgeon,

The insignificant is as big to me as any, What is less or more than a touch ?

186. Logic and sermons never convince,

The damp of the night drives deeper into my Soul.

is?. Only what proves itself to every man and woman

is so, Only what nobody denies is so.

iss. A minute and a drop of me settle my brain,

I believe the soggy clods shall become lovers and

lamps, And a compend of compends is the meat of a man or

woman, And a summit and flower there is the feeling they

have for each other, And they are to branch boundlessly out of that lesson

until it becomes omnific, And until every one shall delight us, and we them.

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189. I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-

work of the stars, And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of

sand, and the egg of the wren, And the tree-toad is a chef-d'oeuvre for the highest, And the running blackberry would adorn the parlors

of heaven, And the narrowest hinge in my hand puts to scorn all

machinery, And the cow crunching with depressed head surpasses

any statue, And a mouse is miracle enough to stagger sextillions

of infidels, And I could come every afternoon of my life to look

at the farmer's girl boiling her iron tea-kettle

and baking short-cake.

190. I find I incorporate gneiss, coal, long-threaded moss,

fruits, grains, esculent roots,

And am stuccoed with quadrupeds and birds all over, And have distanced what is behiiid me for good

reasons, An I call anything close again, when I desire it.

191. In vain the speeding or shyness,

In vain the plutonic rocks send their old heat against my approach,

In vain the mastodon retreats beneath its own pow dered bones,

In vain objects stand leagues off, and assume manifold shapes,

In vain the ocean settling in hollows, and the great monsters lying low,

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In vain the buzzard houses herself with the sky,

In vain the snake slides through the creepers and

logs, In vain the elk takes to the inner passes of the

woods, In vain the razor-billed auk sails far north to

Labrador, I follow quickly, I ascend to the nest in the fissure

of the cliff.

192. I think I could turn and live with animals, they are

so placid and self-contained,

I stand and look at them sometimes an hour at a stretch.

193. They do not sweat and whine about their condition, They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their

sins, They do not make me sick discussing their duty to

God, No one is dissatisfied not one is demented with the

mania of owning things, Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived

thousands of years ago, Not one is respectable or industrious over the whole

earth.

194. So they show their relations to me, and I accept

them,

They bring me tokens of myself they evince them plainly in their possession.

195. I do not know where they get those tokens,

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I may have passed that way untold times ago, and negligently dropt them,

Myself moving forward then and now forever,

Gathering and showing more always and with velocity,

Infinite and omnigenous, and the like of these among them, '

Not too exclusive toward the reachers of my remem brancers,

Picking out here one that I love, to go with on brotherly terms.

196. A gigantic beauty of a stallion, fresh and responsive

to my caresses,

Head high in the forehead, wide between the ears, Limbs glossy and supple, tail dusting the ground, Eyes well apart, full of sparkling wickedness ears

finely cut, flexibly moving.

197. His nostrils dilate, as my heels embrace him,

His well-built limbs tremble with pleasure, as we speed around and return.

198. I but use you a moment, then I resign you stallion, Why do I need your paces, when I myself out-gallop

them? Even, as I stand or sit, passing faster than you.

199. 0 swift wind ! Space ! my Soul ! now I know it is

true, what I guessed at, What I guessed when I loafed on the grass, What I guessed while I lay alone in my bed, And again as I walked the beach under the paling

stars of the morning.

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200. My ties and ballasts leave me I travel I sail

my elbows rest in the sea-gaps, I skirt the sierras my palms cover continents, I am afoot with my vision.

201. By the city's quadrangular houses in log huts

camping with lumbermen, Along the ruts of the turnpike along the dry gulch

and rivulet bed, Weeding my onion-patch, or hoeing rows of carrots

and parsnips crossing savannas trailing in

forests, Prospecting gold-digging girdling the trees of a

new purchase, Scorched ankle-deep by the hot sand hauling my

boat down the shallow river,

Where the panther walks to and fro on a limb over head Where the buck turns furiously at the

hunter, Where the rattlesnake suns his flabby length on a

rock Where the otter is feeding on fish, Where the alligator in his tough pimples sleeps by the

bayou, Where the black bear is searching for roots or honey

Where the beaver pats the mud with his

paddle-tail, Over the growing sugar over the cotton plant

over the rice in its low moist field, Over the sharp-peaked farm house, with its scalloped

scum and slender shoots from the gutters, Over the western persimmon over the long-leaved

corn over the delicate blue-flowered flax, Over the white and brown buckwheat, a hummer

and buzzer there with the rest,

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Over the dusky green of the rye as it ripples and

shades in the breeze, Scaling mountains, pulling myself cautiously up,

holding on by low scragged limbs, Walking the path worn in the grass and beat through

the leaves of the brush, Where the quail is whistling betwixt the woods and

the wheat-lot, Where the bat flies in the Seventh Month eve

Where the great gold-bug drops through the

dark,

Where the flails keep time on the barn floor, Where the brook puts out of the roots of the old tree

and flows to the meadow, Where cattle stand and shake away flies with the

tremulous shuddering of their hides, Where the cheese-cloth hangs in the kitchen Where

andirons straddle the hearth-slab Where cob webs fall in festoons from the rafters, Where trip-hammers crash Where the press is

whirling its cylinders, Wherever the human heart beats with terrible throes

out of its ribs, Where the pear-shaped balloon is floating aloft, floats

ing in it myself, and looking composedly down, Where the life-car is drawn on the slip-noose Where

the heat hatches pale-green eggs in the dented

sand, Where the she-whale swims with her calf, and never

forsakes it,

Where the steam-ship trails hind-ways its long pen nant of smoke, Where the fin of the shark cuts like a black chip out

of the water,

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Where the half-burned brig is riding on unknown

currents, Where shells grow to her slimy deck Where the

dead are corrupting below, Where the striped and starred flag is borne at the

head of the regiments, Approaching Manhattan, up by the long-stretching

island, Under Niagara, the cataract falling like a veil over

my countenance, Upon a door-step upon the horse-block of hard

wood outside, Upon the race-course, or enjoying picnics or jigs, or

a good game of base-ball, At he-festivals, with blackguard gibes, ironical license,

bull-dances, drinking, laughter, At the cider-mill, tasting the sweet of the brown

sqush, sucking the juice through a straw, At apple-peelings, wanting kisses for all the red fruit

I find, At musters, beach-parties, friendly bees, huskings,

house-raisings ;

Where the mocking-bird sounds his delicious gur gles, cackles, screams, weeps, Where the hay-rick stands in the barn-yard Where

the dry-stalks are scattered Where the brood

cow waits in the hovel, Where the bull advances to do his masculine work

Where the stud to the mare Where the cock

is treading the hen, Where heifers browse Where geese' nip their food

with short jerks, Where sun-down shadows lengthen over the limitless

and lonesome prairie,

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Where herds of buffalo make a crawling spread of

the square miles far and near, Where the humming-bird shimmers Where the

neck of the long-lived swan is curving and

winding, Where the laughing-gull scoots by the shore, where

she laughs her near-human laugh, Where bee-hives range on a gray bench in the garden,

half hid by the high weeds, Where band-necked partridges roost in a ring on the

ground with their heads out, Where burial coaches enter the arched gates of a

cemetery, Where winter wolves bark amid wastes of snow and

icicled trees, Where the yellow-crowned heron comes to the edge of

the marsh at night and feeds upon small crabs, Where the splash of swimmers and divers cools the

warm noon, Where the katy-did works her chromatic reed on the

walnut-tree over the well, Through patches of citrons and cucumbers with

silver-wired leaves,

Through the salt-lick or orange glade, or under con ical firs, Through the gymnasium through the curtained

saloon through the office or public hall, Pleased with the native, and pleased with the foreign

pleased with the new and old, Pleased with women, the homely as well as the

handsome, Pleased with the quakeress as she puts off her bonnet

and talks melodiously,

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Pleased with the tunes of the choir of the white washed church, Pleased with the earnest words of the sweating

Methodist preacher, or any preacher Impressed

seriously at the camp-meeting, Looking in at the shop-windows of Broadway the

whole forenoon flatting the flesh of my nose

on the thick plate-glass, Wandering the same afternoon with my face turned

up to the clouds, My right and left arms round the sides of two

friends, and I in the middle ; Coming home with the silent and dark-cheeked

bush-boy riding behind him at the drape of

the day,

Far from the settlements, studying the print of ani mals' feet, or the moccason print, By the cot in the hospital, reaching lemonade to a

feverish patient, By the coffined corpse when all is still, examining

with a candle,

Voyaging to every port, to dicker and adventure, Hurrying with the modern crowd, as eager and fickle

as any, Hot toward one I hate, ready in my madness to knife

him, Solitary at midnight in my back yard, my thoughts

gone from me a long while, Walking the old hills of Judea, with the beautiful

gentle God by my side, Speeding through space speeding through heaven

and the stars.

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Speeding amid the seven satellites, and the broad ring, and the diameter of eighty thousand miles,

Speeding with tailed meteors throwing fire-balls like the rest,

Carrying the crescent child that carries its own full mother in its belly,

Storming, enjoying, planning, loving, cautioning,

Backing and filling, appearing and disappearing,

I tread day and night such roads.

202. I visit the orchards of spheres, and look at the product, And look at quintillions ripened, and look at quin-

tillions green.

203. I fly the flight of the fluid and swallowing soul, My course runs below the soundings of plummets.

204. I help myself to material and immaterial,

No guard can shut me off, nor law prevent me.

205. I anchor my ship for a little while only,

My messengers continually cruise away, or bring their returns to me.

206. I go hunting polar furs and the seal Leaping

chasms with a pike-pointed staff Clinging to topples of brittle and blue.

207. I ascend to the foretruck,

I take my place late at night in the crow's-nest, We sail the arctic sea it is plenty light enough, Through the clear atmosphere I stretch around on the wonderful beauty,

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The enormous masses of ice pass me, and I pass them

the scenery is plain in all directions, The white-topped mountains show in the distance

I fling out my fancies toward them, We are approaching some great battle-field in which

we are soon to be engaged, We pass the colossal out-posts of the encampment

we pass with still feet and caution, Or we are entering by the suburbs some vast and ruined city, The blocks and fallen architecture more than all the

living cities of the globe.

208. I am a free companion I bivouac by invading

watchfires.

209. I turn the bridegroom out of bed, and stay with the

bride myself, I tighten her all night to my thighs and lips.

210. My voice is the wife's voice, the screech by the rail

of the stairs, They fetch my man's body up, dripping and drowned.

211. I understand the large hearts of heroes, The courage of present times and all times,

How the skipper saw the crowded and rudderless

wreck of the steam-ship, and Death chasing it up

and down the storm, How he knuckled tight, and gave not back one inch,

and was faithful of days and faithful of nights, And chalked in large letters, on a board, Be of good

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How he followed with them, and tacked with them

and would nqt give it up, How he saved the drifting company at last, How the lank loose-gowned women looked when

boated from the side of their prepared graves, How the silent old-faced infants, and the lifted sick,

and the sharp-lipped unshaved men, All this I swallow it tastes good I like it well

it becomes mine, I am the man I suffered I was there. »

212. The disdain and calmness of martyrs,

The mother, condemned for a witch, burnt with dry

wood, her children gazing on, The hounded slave that flags in the race, leans by the

the fence, blowing, covered with sweat, The twinges that sting like needles his legs and neck

the murderous buck-shot and the bullets, All these I feel or am.

213. I am the hounded slave, I wince at the bite of the

dogs, Hell and despair are upon me, crack and again crack

the marksmen, I clutch the rails of the fence, my gore dribs, thinned

with the ooze of my skin, I fall on the weeds and stones, The riders spur their unwilling horses, haul close, Taunt my dizzy ears, and beat me violently over the

head with whip-stocks.

214. Agonies are one of my changes of garments,

I do not ask the wounded person how he feels I myself become the wounded person,

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My hurt turns livid upon me as I lean on a cane and observe.

215. I am the mashed fireman with breastbone broken, Tumbling walls buried me in their debris,

Heat and smoke I inspired I heard the yelling

shouts of my comrades,

I heard the distant click of their picks and shovels, They have cleared the beams away they tenderly

lift me forth.

216. I lie in the night air in my red shirt the pervading

hush is for my sake,

Painless after all I lie, exhausted but not so unhappy, White and beautiful are the faces around me the

heads are bared of their fire-caps, The kneeling crowd fades with the light of the

torches.

217. Distant and dead resuscitate,

They show as the dial or move as the hands of me I am the clock myself.

218. I am an old artillerist I tell of my fort's bombard

ment, I am there again.

•2 o. Again the reveille of drummers,

Again the attacking cannon, mortars, howitzers, Again the attacked send cannon responsive.

220. I take part I see and hear the whole,

The cries, curses, roar the plaudits for well-aimed shots,

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The ambulanza slowly passing, trailing its red drip,

Workmen searching after damages, making indis pensable repairs,

The fall of grenades through the rent roof the fan-shaped explosion,

The whizz of limbs, heads, stone, wood, iron, high in the air.

221. Again gurgles the mouth of my dying general he

furiously waves with his hand,

He gasps through the clot, Mind not me mind the entrenchments.

222. I tell not the fall of Alamo,

Not one escaped to tell the fall of Alamo, The hundred and fifty are dumb yet at Alamo.

22.3. Hear now the tale of the murder in cold blood of four hundred and twelve young men.

224. Retreating, they had formed in a hollow square, with

their baggage for breastworks, Nine hundred lives out of the surrounding enemy's,

nine times their number, was the price they took

in advance, Their colonel was wounded and their ammunition

gone, They treated for an honorable capitulation, received

writing and seal, gave up their arms, and

marched back prisoners of war.

225. They were the glory of the race of rangers, Matchless with horse, rifle, song, supper, courtship,

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Large, turbulent, generous, brave, handsome, proud,

and affectionate, Bearded, sunburnt, dressed in the free costume of

hunters, Not a single one over thirty years of age.

226. The second First Day morning they were brought out

in squads arid massacred it was beautiful early summer,

The work commenced about five o'clock, and was over by eight.

227. None obeyed the command to kneel,

Some made a mad and helpless rush some stood stark and straight,

A few fell at once, shot in the temple or heart the living and dead lay together,

The maimed and mangled dug in the dirt the new comers saw them there,

Some, half-killed, attempted to crawl away,

These were despatched with bayonets, or battered with the blunts of muskets,

A youth not seventeen years old seized his assassin till two more came to release him,

The three were all torn, and covered with the boy's blood.

228. At eleven o'clock began the burning of the bodies : That is the tale of the murder of the four hundred

and twelve young men.

229. Did you read in the sea-books of the old-fashioned

frigate-fight ?

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Did you learn who won by the light of the moon and stars ?

230. Our foe was no skulk in his ship, I tell you,

His was the English pluck and there is no tougher

or truer, and never was, and never will be ; Along the lowered eve he came, horribly raking us.

231. We closed with him the yards entangled the

cannon touched, My captain lashed fast with his own hands.

232. We had received some eighteen-pound shots under

the water,

On our lower-gun-deck two large pieces had burst at the first fire, killing all around, and blowing up overhead. ^

233. Ten o'clock at night, and the full moon shining, and

the leaks on the gain, and five feet of water reported,

The master-at-arms loosing the prisoners confined in the after-hold, to give them a chance for them selves.

234. The transit to and from the magazine was now

stopped by the sentinels,

They saw so many strange faces, they did not know whom to trust.

235. Our frigate was afire,

The other asked if we demanded quarter ?

If our colors were struck, and the fighting done ?

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230. I laughed content when I heard the voice of my little

captain,

We have not struck, he composedly cried, We have just begun our part of the fighting.

237. Only three guns were in use,

One was directed by the captain himself against the

enemy's main-mast, Two, well served with grape and canister, silenced his

musketry and cleared his decks.

238. The tops alone seconded the fire of this little battery,

especially the main-top,

They all held out bravely during the whole of the action.

239. Not a moment's cease,

The leaks gained fast on the pumps the fire eat

toward the powder-magazine, One of the pumps was shot away it was generally

thought we were sinking.

240. Serene stood the little captain,

He was not hurried his voice was neither high nor low,

His eyes gave more light to us than our battle- lanterns.

241. Toward twelve at night, there in the beams of the

moon, they surrendered to us.

242. Stretched and still lay the midnight,

Two great hulls motionless on the breast of the darkness,

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Our vessel riddled and slowly sinking preparations

to pass to the one we had conquered, The captain on the quarter-deck coldly giving his

orders through a countenance white as a sheet, Near by, the corpse of the child that served in the

cabin, The dead face of an old salt with long white hair and

carefully curled whiskers, The flames, spite of all that could be done, flickering

aloft and below, The husky voices of the two or three officers yet fit

for duty, Formless stacks of bodies, and bodies by themselves

dabs of flesh upon the masts and spars, Cut of cordage, dangle of rigging, slight shock of the

soothe of waves, Black and impassive guns, litter of powder-parcels,

strong scent, Delicate sniffs of sea-breeze, smells of sedgy grass and

fields by the shore, death-messages given in

charge to survivors, The hiss of the surgeon's knife, the gnawing teeth of

his saw, Wheeze, cluck, swash of falling blood, short wild

scream, and long dull tapering groan, These so these irretrievable.

243. 0 Christ ! This is mastering me !

Through the conquered doors they crowd. I am possessed.

244. What the rebel said, gayly adjusting his throat to the

rope-noose,

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What the savage at the stump, his eye-sockets empty,

his mouth spirting whoops and defiance, What stills the traveller come to the vault at Mount

Vernon, What sobers the Brooklyn boy as he looks down the

shores of the Wallabout and remembers the

Prison Ships, What burnt the gums of the red-coat at Saratoga

when he surrendered his brigades, These become mine and me every one and they are

but little, I become as much more as I like.

245. I become any presence or truth of humanity here, See myself in prison shaped like another man, And feel the dull uniiitermitted pain.

246. For me the keepers of convicts shoulder their

carbines and keep watch, It is I let out in the morning and barred at night.

247. Not a mutineer walks hand-cuffed to the jail, but I

am hand-cuffed to him and walk by his side, I am less the jolly one there, and more the silent one, with sweat on my twitching lips.

248. Not a youngster is taken for larceny, but I go up too,

and am tried and sentenced.

249. Not a cholera patient lies at the last gasp, but I also

lie at the last gasp,

My face is ash-colored my sinews gnarl away from me people retreat.

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250. Askers embody themselves in me, and I am embodied

in them, I project my hat, sit shame-faced, and beg.

251. Enough I bring such to a close,

Kise extatic through all, sweep with the true gravita tion, The whirling and whirling elemental within me.

252. Somehow I have been stunned. Stand back !

Give me a little time beyond my cuffed head, slum bers, dreams, gaping, I discover myself on the verge of a usual mistake.

253. That I could forget the mockers and insults !

That I could forget the trickling tears, and the blows

of the bludgeons and hammers ! That I could look with a separate look on my own

crucifixion and bloody crowning.

254. I remember now,

I resume the over staid fraction,

The grave of rock multiplies what has been confided

to it, or to any graves, Corpses rise, gashes heal, fastenings roll from me.

255. I troop forth replenished with supreme power, one of

an average unending procession, We walk the roads of the six North Eastern States,

and of Virginia, Wisconsin, Manhattan Island-,

Philadelphia, New Orleans, Texas, Charleston,

Havana, Mexico, Inland and by the sea-coast and boundary lines, and

we pass all boundary lines.

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256. Our swift ordinances are on their way over the whole

earth,

The blossoms we wear in our hats are the growth of two thousand years.

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257. Eleves, I salute you !

I see the approach of your numberless gangs I see

you understand yourselves and me, And know that they who have eyes and can walk are

divine, and the blind and lame are equally divine, And that my steps drag behind yours, yet go before

them, And are aware how I am with you no more than I am

with everybody.

258. The friendly and flowing savage, Who is he ?

Is he waiting for civilization, or past it and master ing it ?

259. Is he some south-westerner, raised out-doors ? Is he

Kanadian ?

Is he from the Mississippi country ? Iowa, Oregon, California ? the mountains ? prairie-life, 'bush- life ? or from the sea ?

260. Wherever he goes men and women accept and desire

him,

They desire he should like them, touch them, speak to them, stay with them.

261. Behavior lawless as snow-flakes, words simple as

grass, uncombed head, laughter, and naivete, Slow-stepping feet, common features, common modes and emanations,

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They descend in new forms from the tips of his

fingers, They are wafted with the odor of his body or breath

they fly out of the glance of his eyes.

262. Flaunt of the sunshine, I need not your bask, lie

over !

You light surfaces only I force surfaces and depths also.

Earth ! you seem to look for something at my hands, Say, old Top-knot ! what do you want ?

263. Man or woman ! I might tell how I like you, but

cannot, And might tell what it is in me, and what it is in

you, but cannot, And might tell that pining I have that pulse of my

nights and days.

264. Behold ! I do not give lectures or a little charity, What I give, I give out of myself.

2G5. You there, impotent, loose in the knees,

Open your scarfed chops till I blow grit within you, Spread your palms, and lift the flaps of your pockets ; I am not to be denied I compel I have stores

plenty and to spare, And anything I have I bestow.

266. I do not ask who you are that is not important to

me,

You can do nothing, and be nothing, but what I will infold you.

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se?. To a drudge of the cotton-fields or cleaner of privies

I lean,

On his right cheek I put the family kiss, And in my soul I swear, I never will deny him.

208. On women fit for conception I start bigger and nim bler babes,

This day I am jetting the stuff of far more arrogant republics.

269. To any one dying thither I speed, and twist the

knob of the door, *

Turn the bed-clothes toward the foot of the bed, Let the physician and the priest go home.

270. I seize the descending man, and raise him with resist

less will.

271. 0 despairer, here is my neck,

By God ! you shall not go down ! Hang your whole weight upon me.

272. I dilate you with tremendous breath I buoy you up, Every room of the house do I fill with an armed force, Lovers of me, bafflers of graves.

273. Sleep ! I and they keep guard all night,

Not doubt not decease shall dare to lay finger upon

you, I have embraced you, and henceforth possess you to

myself, And when you rise in the morning you will find what

I tell you is so.

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274. I am he bringing help for the sick as they pant on

their backs,

And for strong upright men I bring yet more needed help.

275. I heard what was said of the universe,

Heard it and heard it of several thousand years ;

It is middling well as far as it goes, But is that all ?

276. Magnifying and applying come I,

Outbidding at the start the old cautious hucksters, The most they offer for mankind and eternity less

than a spirt of my own seminal wet, Taking myself the exact dimensions of Jehovah, Lithographing Kronos, Zeus his son, and Hercules

his grandson,

Buying drafts of Osiris, Isis, Belus, Brahma, Buddha, In my portfolio placing Manito loose, Allah on a leaf,

the crucifix engraved, With Odin, and the hideous-faced Mexitli, and every

idol and image, Taking them all for what they are worth, and not a

cent more, Admitting they were alive and did the work of their

day, Admitting they bore mites, as for unfledged birds,

who have now to rise and fly and sing for them selves, Accepting the rough deific sketches to fill out better

in myself bestowing them freely on each man

and woman I see, Discovering as much, or more, in a framer framing a

house,

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Putting higher claims for him there with his rolled-

up sleeves, driving the mallet and chisel, Not objecting to special revelations considering a

curl of smoke or a hair on the back of my hand

just as curious as any revelation, Those ahold of fire engines and hook-and-ladder ropes

no less to me than the Gods of the antique wars, Minding their voices peal through the crash of

destruction, Their brawny limbs passing safe over charred laths

their white foreheads whole and unhurt out of

the flames ; By the mechanic's wife with her babe at her nipple

interceding for every person born, Three scythes at harvest whizzing in a row from

three lusty angels with shirts bagged out at

their waists, The snag-toothed hostler with red hair redeeming sins

past and to come, Selling all he possesses, travelling on foot to fee

lawyers for his brother, and sit by him while he

is tried for forgery ; What was strewn in the amplest strewing the square

rod about me, and not filling the square rod

then,

The bull and the bug never worshipped half enough, Dung and dirt more admirable than was dreamed, The supernatural of no account myself waiting my

time to be one of the Supremes, The day getting ready for me when I shall do as

much good as the best, and be as prodigious, Guessing when I am it will not tickle me much to

receive puffs out of pulpit or print ;

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By my life-lumps ! becoming already a creator, Putting myself here and now to the ambushed womb of the shadows.

277. A call in the midst of the crowd,

My own voice, orotund, sweeping, final.

278. Come my children,

Come my boys and girls, my women, household,

and intimates, Now the performer launches his nerve he has

passed his prelude on the reeds within.

279. Easily written, loose-fingered chords ! I feel the thrum

of their climax and close.

280. My head slues round on my neck, Music rolls, but not from the organ,

Folks are around me, but they are no household of mine.

281. Ever the hard unsunk ground,

Ever the eaters and drinkers Ever the upward and downward sun Ever the air and the cease less tides,

Ever myself and my neighbors, refreshing, wicked, real,

Ever the old inexplicable query Ever that thorned thumb that breath of itches and thirsts,

Ever the vexer's hoot! hoot! till we find where the sly one hides, and bring him forth ;

Ever love Ever the sobbing liquid of life,

Ever the bandage under the chin Ever the tressels of death.

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282. Here and there, with dimes on the eyes walking, To feed the greed of the belly, the brains liberally

spooning, Tickets buying, taking, selling, but in to the feast

never once going, Many sweating, ploughing, thrashing, and then the

chaff for payment receiving, A few idly owning, and they the wheat continually

claiming.

283. This is the city, and I am one of the citizens, Whatever interests the rest interests me politics,

markets, newspapers, schools,

Benevolent societies, improvements, banks, tariffs, steamships, factories, stocks, stores, real estate, and personal estate.

284. They who piddle and patter here in collars and tailed

coats I am aware who they are they are not worms or fleas.

285. I acknowledge the duplicates of myself the weakest

and shallowest is deathless with me, What I do and say, the same waits for them, Every thought that flounders in me, the same floun ders in them.

286. I know perfectly well my own egotism,

I know my omnivorous words, and cannot say any

less, And would fetch you, whoever you are, flush with

myself.

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287. My words are words of a questioning, and to indicate

reality and motive power : This printed and bound book but the printer, and

the printing-office boy ? The well-taken photographs but your wife or friend

close and solid .in your arms ? The fleet of ships of the line, and all the modern

improvements but the craft and pluck of the

admiral ? The dishes and fare and furniture but the host and

hostess, and the look out of their eyes ? The sky up there yet here, or next door, or across

the way ?

The saints and sages in history but you yourself ? Sermons, creeds, theology but the human brain,

and what is reason ? and what is love ? and what

is life ?

288. I do not despise you, priests,

My faith is the greatest of faiths, and the least of

faiths, Enclosing all worship ancient and modern, and all

between ancient and modern, Believing I shall come again upon the earth after

five thousand years, Waiting responses from oracles, honoring the Gods,

saluting the sun, Making a fetish of the first rock or stump, powwowing

with sticks in the circle of obis, Helping the lama or brahmin as he trims the lamps

of the idols,

Dancing yet through the streets in a phallic pro cession rapt and austere in the woods, a

gymnosophist,

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Drinking mead from the skull-cup to Shastas and

Yedas admirant minding the Koran, Walking the teokallis, spotted with gore from the

stone and knife, beating the serpentrskin drum, Accepting the Gospels accepting him that was

crucified, knowing assuredly that he is divine, To the mass kneeling, or the puritan's prayer rising,

or sitting patiently in a pew,

Ranting and frothing in my insane crisis, or waiting

dead-like till my spirit arouses me, Looking forth on pavement and land, or outside of

pavement and land, Belonging to the winders of the circuit of circuits.

289. One of that centripetal and centrifugal gang, I turn

and talk like a man leaving charges before a journey.

290. Down-hearted doubters, dull and excluded, Frivolous, sullen, moping, angry, affected, disheart ened, atheistical,

I know every one of you I know the unspoken

interrogatories, By experience I know them.

291. How the flukes splash !

How they contort, rapid as lightning, with spasms, and spouts of blood !

292. Be at peace, bloody flukes of doubters and sullen

mopers,

I take my place among you as much as among any, The past is the push of you, jDafi^a^-,. precisely the

same, y^5f

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Day and night are for you, me, all, And what is yet untried and afterward is for you, me, all, precisely the same.

293. I do not know what is untried and afterward, But I know it is sure, alive, sufficient.

294. Each who passes is considered Each who stops is

considered Not a single one can it fail.

295. It cannot fail the young man who died and was

buried, Nor the young woman who died and was put by his

side, Nor the little child that peeped in at the door, and

then drew back, and was never seen again, Nor the old man who has lived without purpose, and

feels it with bitterness worse than gall, Nor him in the poor-house, tubercled by rum and

the bad disorder, Nor the numberless slaughtered and wrecked nor

the brutish koboo called the ordure of humanity, Nor the sacs merely floating with open mouths for

food to slip in, Nor anything in the earth, or down in the oldest

•graves of the earth, Nor anything in the myriads of spheres nor one of

the myriads of myriads that inhabit them, Nor the present nor the least wisp that is known.

2%. It is time to explain myself Let us stand up.

297. What is known I strip away,

I launch all men and women forward with me into THE UNKNOWN.

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298. The clock indicates the moment but what does

eternity indicate ?

299. We have thus far exhausted trillions of winters and

summers, There are trillions ahead, and trillions ahead of them.

300. Births have brought us richness and variety,

And other births will bring us richness and variety.

301. I do not call one greater and one smaller,

That which fills its period and place is equal to any.

302. Were mankind murderous or jealous upon you, my

brother, my sister ?

I am sorry for you they are not murderous or jeal ous upon me,

All has been gentle with me I keep no account

with lamentation, (What have I to do with lamentation ?)

303. I am an acme of things accomplished, and I an

encloser of things to be.

304. My feet strike an apex of the apices of the stairs,

On every step bunches of ages, and larger bunches

between the steps, All below duly travelled, and still I mount and mount.

305. Rise after rise bow the phantoms behind me,

Afar down I see the huge first Nothing I know I

was even there,

I waited unseen and always, and slept through the

lethargic mist,

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And took my time, and took no hurt from the fetid carbon.

30o. Long I was hugged close long and long.

so?. Immense have been the preparations for me,

Faithful and friendly the arms that have helped me.

308. Cycles ferried my cradle, rowing and rowing like

cheerful boatmen,

For room to me stars kept aside in their own rings, They sent influences to look after what was to

hold me.

309. Before I was born out of my mother, generations

guided me,

My embryo has never been torpid nothing could overlay it.

310. For it the nebula cohered to an orb, The long slow strata piled to rest it on, Vast vegetables gave it sustenance,

Monstrous sauroids transported it in their mouths, and deposited it with care.

311. All forces have been steadily employed to complete

and delight me, Now I stand on this spot with my Soul.

312. 0 span of youth ! Ever-pushed elasticity ! 0 manhood, balanced, florid, and full.

313. My lovers suffocate me !

Crowding my lips, thick in the pores of my skin, Jostling me through streets and public halls coming naked to me at night,

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Crying by day Ahoy! from the rocks of the river

swinging and chirping over my head, Calling my name from flower-beds, vines, tangled

under-brush,

Or while I swim in the bath, or drink from the pump at the corner or the curtain is down at the opera, or I glimpse at a woman's face in the railroad car,

Lighting on every moment of my life, Bussing my body with soft balsamic busses, Noiselessly passing handfuls out of their hearts, and giving them to be mine.

si*. Old age superbly rising ! 0 welcome, ineffable grace of dying days !

sis. Every condition promulges not only itself it pro-

mulges what grows after and out of itself, And the dark hush promulges as much as any.

316. I open my scuttle at night and see the far-sprinkled

systems,

And all I see, multiplied as high as I can cipher, edge but the rim of the farther systems.

317. Wider and wider they spread, expanding, always

expanding, Outward, outward, and forever outward.

318 My sun has his sun, and round him obediently

wheels,

He joins with his partners a group of superior circuit, And greater sets follow, making specks of the greatest

inside them.

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319. There is no stoppage, and never can be stoppage,

If I, you, the worlds, all beneath or upon their sur faces, and all the palpable life, were this moment reduced back to a pallid float, it would not avail in the long run,

We should surely bring up again where we now stand,

And as surely go as much farther and then farther and farther.

320. A few quadrillions of eras, a few octillions of cubic

leagues, do not hazard the span, or make it impatient, They are but parts anything is but a part.

321. See ever so far, there is limitless space outside

of that,

Count ever so much, there is limitless time around that.

322. My rendezvous is appointed,

The Lord will be there, and wait till I come on per fect terms.

323. I know I have the best of time and space, and was

never measured, and never will be measured.

324. I tramp a perpetual journey,

My signs are a rain-proof coat, good shoes, and a staff

cut from the woods,

No friend of mine takes his ease in my chair, I have no chair, no church, no philosophy, I lead no man to a dinner-table, library, or exchange,

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But each man and each woman of you I lead upon

a knoll,

My left hand hooking you round the waist, My right hand pointing to landscapes of continents,

and a plain public road.

325. Not I not any one else, can travel that road for

you, You must travel it for yourself.

326. It is not far it is within reach,

Perhaps you have been on it since you were born,

and did not know, Perhaps it is every where on water and on land.

327. Shoulder your duds, and I will mine, and let us

hasten forth,

Wonderful cities and free nations we shall fetch as we go.

328. If you tire, give me both burdens, and rest the chuff

of your hand on my hip, And in due time you shall repay the same service

to me, For after we start we never lie by again.

329. This day before dawn I ascended a hill, and looked

at the crowded heaven, And I said to my Spirit, When we become the

enfolders of those orbs, and the pleasure and

knowledge of everything1 in them, shall we be

filled and satisfied then ? And my Spirit said No, we level that lift, to pass and

continue beyond.

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330. You are also asking me questions, and I hear you,

I answer that I cannot answer you must find out for yourself.

331. Sit a while, wayfarer,

Here are biscuits to eat, and here is milk to drink,

But as soon as you sleep, and renew yourself in

sweet clothes, I will certainly kiss you with my

good-bye kiss, and open the gate for your egress

hence.

332. Long enough have you dreamed contemptible dreams, Now I wash the gum from your eyes,

You must habit yourself to ftie dazzle of the light, and of every moment of your life.

333. Long have you timidly waded, holding a plank by

the shore,

Now I will you to be a bold swimmer, To jump off in the midst of the sea, rise again, nod

to me, shout, and laughingly dash with your hair.

334. I am the teacher of athletes,

He that by me spreads a wider breast than my own,

proves the width of my own, He most honors my style who learns under it to

destroy the teacher.

335. The boy I love, the same becomes a man, not through

derived power, but in his own right, Wicked, rather than virtuous out of conformity or

fear, Fond of his sweetheart, relishing well his steak,

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Unrequited love, or a slight, cutting him worse than

a wound cuts, First rate to ride, to fight, to hit the bull's-eye, to

sail a skiff, to sing a song, or play on the banjo, Preferring scars, and faces pitted with small-pox, over

all latherers, and those that keep out of the sun.

336. I teach straying from me yet who can stray from

me? I follow you, whoever you are, from the present

hour, My words itch at your ears till you understand

them.

337. I do not say these things for a dollar, or to fill up

the time while I wait for a boat, It is you talking just as much as myself I act as

the tongue of you, Tied in your mouth, in mine it begins to be loosened.

338. I swear I will never again mention love or death

inside a house,

And I swear I will never translate myself at all, only to him or her who privately stays with me in the open air.

»39. If you would understand me, go to the heights or

water-shore, The nearest gnat is an explanation, and a drop or

motion of waves a key, The maul, the oar, the hand-saw, second my words.

340. No shuttered room or school -can commune with me, But roughs and little children better than they.

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341. The young mechanic is closest to me he knows me

pretty well,

The woodman, that takes his axe and jug with him, shall take me with him all day,

The farm-boy, ploughing in the field, feels good at the sound of my voice,

In vessels that sail, my words sail I go with fisher men and seamen, and love them.

342. My face rubs to the hunter's face, when he lies down

alone in his blanket, The driver, thinking of me, does not mind the jolt

of his wagon,

The young mother and old mother comprehend me, The girl and the wife rest the needle a moment, and

forget where they are, They and all would resume what I have told them.

343. I have said that the Soul is not more than the

body, And I have said that the body is not more than

the Soul, And nothing, not God, is greater to one than one's

self is, And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy,

walks to his own funeral, dressed in his shroud, And I or you, pocketless of a dime, may purchase

the pick of the earth, And to glance with an eye, or show a bean in its

pod, confounds the learning of all times, And there is no trade or employment but the young

man following it may become a hero,

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And there is no object so soft but it makes a hub

for the wheeled universe, And any man or woman shall stand cool and

supercilious before a million universes.

344. And I call to mankind, Be not curious about God, For I, who am curious about each, am not curious

about God,

No array of terms can say how much I am at peace about God, and about death.

345. I hear and behold God in every object, yet under

stand God not in the least,

Nor do I understand who there can be more won derful than myself.

346. Why should I wish to see God better than this day ?

I see something of God each hour of the twenty-four,

and each moment then, In the faces of men and women I see God, and in

my own face in the glass, I find letters from God dropped in the street and

every one is signed by God's name, And I leave them where they are, for I know that

others will punctually come forever and ever.

347. And as to you Death, and you bitter hug of mortality,

it is idle to try to alarm me.

348. To his work without flinching the accoucheur comes, I see the elder-hand, pressing, receiving, supporting, I recline by the sills of the exquisite flexible doors,

and mark the outlet, and mark the relief and escape.

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349. And as to you corpse, I think you are good manure,

but that does not offend me,

I smell the white roses sweet-scented and growing, I reach to the leafy lips I reach to the polished

breasts of melons.

350. And as to you life, I reckon you are the leavings of

many deaths,

No doubt I have died myself ten thousand times before.

351. I hear you whispering there, 0 stars of heaven,

0 suns ! 0 grass of graves ! 0 perpetual transfers and

promotions ! If you do not say anything, how can I say anything?

352. Of the turbid pool that lies in the autumn forest,

Of the moon that descends the steeps of the soughing

twilight, Toss, sparkles of day and dusk ! toss on the black

stems that decay in the muck ! Toss to the moaning gibberish of the dry limbs.

353. I ascend from the moon, I ascend from the night,

1 perceive of the ghastly glimmer the sunbeams re

flected,

And debouch to the steady and central from the offspring great or small.

354. There is that in me I do not know what it is but

I know it is in me.

355. Wrenched and sweaty calm and cool then my body

becomes, I sleep I sleep long.

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356. I do not know it it is without name it is a word

unsaid, It is not in any dictionary, utterance, symbol.

357. Something it swings on more than the earth I swing on, To it the creation is the friend whose embracing

awakes me.

358. Perhaps I might tell more. Outlines ! I plead for my

brothers and sisters.

359. Do you see, 0 my brothers and sisters ?

It is not chaos or death it is form, union, plan it is eternal life it is HAPPINESS.

360. The past and present wilt I have filled them, emp

tied them, And proceed to fill my next fold of the future.

361. Listener up there ! Here you ! What have you to

confide to me ?

Look in my face, while I snuff the sidle of evening, Talk honestly no one else hears you, and I stay

only a minute longer.

362. Do I contradict myself ?

Very well, then, I contradict myself, I am large I contain multitudes.

363. I concentrate toward them that are nigh I wait on

the door-slab.

364. Who has done his day's work ? Who will soonest be

through with his supper ? Who wishes to walk with me ?

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365. Will you speak before I am gone ? Will you prove already too late ?

sac. The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me he complains of my gab and my loitering.

so?. I too am not a bit tamed I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.

368. The last scud of day holds back for me,

It flings my likeness, after the rest, and true as any,

on the shadowed wilds, It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk.

369. I depart as air I shake my white locks at the

run-away sun, I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags.

370. I bequeathe myself to the dirt, to grow from the

grass I love,

If you want me again, look for me under your boot- soles.

371. You will hardly know who I am, or what I mean, But I shall be good health to you nevertheless, And filter and fibre your blood.

372. Failing to fetch me at first, keep encouraged, Missing me one place, search another,

I stop somewhere waiting for you.

CHANTS

DEMOCRATIC

AND

NATIVE AMERICAN.

0 mater! 0 fils !

0 brood continental !

0 flowers of the prairies !

0 space boundless ! 0 hum of mighty products !

0 you teeming cities ! 0 so invincible, turbulent,

proud !

0 race of the future ! 0 women ! 0 fathers ! 0 you men of passion and the storm ! 0 native power only ! 0 beauty ! 0 yourself ! 0 God ! 0 divine average ! 0 you bearded roughs ! 0 bards ! 0 all those slum-

berers ! 0 arouse ! the dawn-bird's throat sounds shrill ! Do

you not hear the cock crowing ? 0, as I walk'd the beach, I heard the mournful notes

foreboding a tempest the low, oft-repeated

shriek of the diver, the long-lived loon ;

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0 I heard, and yet hear, angry thunder ; 0 you

sailors ! 0 ships ! make quick preparation ! 0 from his masterful sweep, the warning cry of the

eagle ! (Give way there, all ! It is useless ! Give up your

spoils ;) 0 sarcasms ! Propositions ! (0 if the whole world

should prove indeed a sham, a sell !) 0 I believe there is nothing real but America and

freedom !

0 to sternly reject all except Democracy ! 0 imperator ! 0 who dare confront you and me ? 0 to promulgate our own ! 0 to build for that which

builds for mankind ! 0 feuillage ! 0 North ! 0 the slope drained by the

Mexican sea !

0 all, all inseparable ages, ages, ages ! 0 a curse on him that would dissever this Union for

any reason whatever !

0 climates, labors ! 0 good and evil ! 0 death ! 0 you strong with iron and wood ! 0 Personality ! 0 the village or place which has the greatest man or

woman ! even if it be only a few ragged huts ; 0 the city where women walk in public processions in

the streets, the same as the men ; 0 a wan and terrible emblem, by me adopted ! O shapes arising ! shapes of the future centuries ! 0 muscle and pluck forever for me ! O workmen and workwomen forever for me ! 0 farmers and sailors ! 0 drivers of horses forever

for me !

0 I will make the new bardic list of trades and tools ! 0 you coarse and wilful ! I love you !

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0 South ! 0 longings for my dear home ! 0 soft and

sunny airs ! 0 pensive ! 0 I must return where the palm grows

and the mocking-bird sings, or else I die ! 0 equality ! 0 organic compacts ! I am come to be

your born poet ! 0 whirl, contest, sounding and resounding ! I am

your poet, because I am part of you ; 0 days by-gone ! Enthusiasts ! Antecedents ! O vast preparations for These States ! 0 years ! 0 what is now being sent forward thousands of years

to come !

O mediums ! 0 to teach ! to convey the invisible faith ! To promulge real things ! to journey through all The

States ! O creation ! 0 to-day ! 0 laws ! 0 unmitigated

adoration !

0 for mightier broods of orators, artists, and singers ! 0 for native songs ! carpenter's, boatman's, plough man's songs ! shoemaker's songs ! 0 haughtiest growth of time ! 0 free and extatic ! 0 what I, here, preparing, warble for ! 0 you hastening light ! 0 the sun of the world will

ascend, dazzling, and take his height and you

too will ascend ; 0 so amazing and so broad ! up there resplendent,

darting and burning ; 0 prophetic ! 0 vision staggered with weight of light !

with pouring glories ! 0 copious ! 0 hitherto unequalled ! 0 Libertad ! 0 compact ! 0 union impossible to

dissever !

0 my Soul ! 0 lips becoming tremulous, powerless! 0 centuries, centuries yet ahead !

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0 voices of greater orators ! I pause I listen for

you! 0 you States ! Cities ! defiant of all outside authority !

I spring at once into your arms! you I most

love !

0 you grand Presidentiads ! I wait for you ! New history ! New heroes ! I project you ! Visions of poets ! only you really last ! 0 sweep on !

sweep on !

0 Death ! 0 you striding there ! 0 I cannot yet ! O heights ! 0 infinitely too swift and dizzy yet ! 0 purged lumine ! you threaten me more than I can

stand !

0 present ! I return while yet I may to you ! 0 poets to come, I depend upon you !

1. A NATION announcing itself, (many in one,)

I myself make the only growth by which I can be

appreciated, I reject none, accept all, reproduce all in my own

forms.

2. A breed whose testimony is behavior,

What we are WE ARE nativity is answer enough

to objections ; We wield ourselves as a weapon is wielded,

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We are powerful and tremendous in ourselves,

We are executive in ourselves We are sufficient

in the variety of ourselves,

We are the most beautiful to ourselves, and in our selves,

Nothing is sinful to us outside of ourselves, Whatever appears, whatever does not appear, we are beautiful or sinful in ourselves only.

3. Have you thought there could be but a single

Supreme ?

There can be any number of Supremes One does not countervail another, any more than one eye sight countervails another, or one life counter vails another.

4. All is eligible to all,

All is for individuals All is for you,

No condition is prohibited, not God's or any,

If one is lost, you are inevitably lost.

5. All comes by the body only health puts you rapport

with the universe.

e. Produce great persons, the rest follows.

7. How dare a sick man, or an obedient man, write

poems for These States?

Which is the theory or book that, for our purposes, is not diseased ?

s. Piety and conformity to them that like !

Peace, obesity, allegiance, to them that like !

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no LEAVES OF GRASS.

I am he who tauntingly compels men, women, nations, to leap from their seats and contend for their lives.

9. I am he who goes through the streets with a barbed tongue, questioning every one I meet ques tioning you up there now :

Who are you, that wanted only to be told what you knew before ?

Who are you, that wanted only a book to join you in your nonsense ?

10. Are you, or would you be, better than all that has

ever been before ?

If you would be better than all that has ever been before, come listen to me, and not otherwise.

11. Fear grace Fear delicatesse,

Fear the mellow sweet, the sucking of honey-juice, Beware the advancing mortal ripening of nature, Beware what precedes the decay of the ruggedness of states and men.

12. Ages, precedents, poems, have long been accumu

lating undirected materials, America brings builders, and brings its own styles.

is. Mighty bards have done their work, and passed to

other spheres,

One work forever remains, the work of surpassing all they have done.

14. America, curious toward foreign characters, stands by its own at all hazards,

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Stands removed, spacious, composite sound,

Sees itself promulger of men and women, initiates the true use of precedents,

Does not repel them or the past, or what they have produced under their forms, or amid other pol itics, or amid the idea of castes, or the old religions,

Takes the lesson with calmness, perceives the corpse slowly borne from the eating and sleeping rooms of the house,

Perceives that it waits a little while in the door that it was fittest for its days,

That its Kfe has descended to the stalwart and well- shaped heir who approaches,

And that he shall be fittest for his days.

15. Any period, one nation must lead,

One land must be the promise and reliance of the future.

16. These States are the amplest poem,

Here is not merely a nation, but a teeming nation of nations,

Here the doings of men correspond with the broad cast doings of the day and night,

Here is what moves in magnificent masses, carelessly faithful of particulars,

Here are the roughs, beards, friendliness, combative- ness, the Soul loves,

Here the flowing trains here the crowds, equality, diversity, the Soul loves.

17. Race of races, and bards to corroborate !

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Of them, standing among them, one lifts to the light

his west-bred face, To him the hereditary countenance bequeathed, both

mother's and father's,

His first parts substances, earth, water, animals, trees, Built of the common stock, having room for far and

near, Used to dispense with other lands, incarnating this

land, Attracting it body and Soul to himself, hanging on its

neck with incomparable love, Plunging his Semitic muscle into its merits and

demerits,

Making its geography, cities, beginnings, events,

glories, defections, diversities, vocal in him, Making its rivers, lakes, bays, embouchure in him, Mississippi with yearly freshets and changing chutes

Missouri, Columbia, Ohio, Niagara, Hudson,

spending themselves lovingly in him, If the Atlantic coast stretch, or the Pacific coast

stretch, he stretching with them north or south, Spanning between them east and west, and touching

whatever is between them, Growths growing from him to offset the growth of

pine, cedar, hemlock, live-oak, locust, chest nut, cypress, hickory, lime-tree, cotton-wood,

tulip-tree, cactus, tamarind, orange, magnolia,

persimmon, Tangles as tangled in him as any cane-brake or

swamp, He likening sides and peaks of mountains, forests

coated with transparent ice, and icicles hanging

from the boughs,

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Off him pasturage sweet and natural as savanna, upland, prairie,

Through him flights, songs, screams, answering those of HIQ wild-pigeon, coot, fish-hawk, qua-bird, mocking-bird, condor, night-heron, eagle ;

His spirit surrounding his country's spirit, unclosed to good and evil,

Surrounding the essences of real things, old times % and present times,

Surrounding just found shores, islands, tribes of red aborigines,

Weather-beaten vessels, landings, settlements, the rapid stature and muscle,

The haughty defiance of the Year 1 war, peace, the formation of the Constitution,

The separate States, the simple, elastic scheme, the immigrants,

The Union, always swarming with blatherers, and always calm and impregnable,

The unsurveyed interior, log-houses, clearings, wild animals, hunters, trappers ;

Surrounding the multiform agriculture, mines, tem perature, the gestation of new States,

Congress convening every Twelfth Month, the mem bers duly coming up from the uttermost parts ;

Surrounding the noble character of mechanics and farmers, especially the young men,

Responding their manners, speech, dress, friendships the gait they have of persons who never knew how it felt to stand in the presence of superiors,

The freshness and candor of their physiognomy, the

copiousness and decision of their phrenology, 10*

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The picturesque looseness of their carriage, their deathless attachment to freedom, their fierceness when wronged,

The fluency of their speech, their delight in music, their curiosity, good temper, and open-handed- ness the whole composite make,

The prevailing ardor and enterprise, the large am- ativeness,

The perfect equality of the female with the male, the fluid movement of the population,

The superior marine, free commerce, fisheries, whaling, gold-digging,

Wharf-hemmed cities, railroad and steamboat lines, intersecting all points,

Factories, mercantile life, labor-saving machinery, the north-east, north-west, south-west,

Manhattan firemen, the Yankee swap, southern plan tation life,

Slavery, the tremulous spreading of hands to shelter it the stern opposition to itr, which ceases only when it ceases.

is. For these and the like, their own voices ! For these, space ahead !

Others take finish, but the Republic is ever con structive, and ever keeps vista ;

Others adorn the past but you, 0, days of the present, I adorn you !

0 days of the future, I believe in you !

0 America, because you build for mankind, I build for you !

0 well-beloved stone-cutters ! I lead them who plan with decision and science,

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I lead the present with friendly hand toward the future.

19. Bravas to States whose Semitic impulses send whole

some children to the next age !

But damn that which spends itself on flaunters and dalliers, with no thought of the stain, pains, dismay, feebleness, it is bequeathing.

20. By great bards only can series of peoples and States

be fused into the compact organism of one nation.

21. To hold men together by paper and seal, or by com

pulsion, is no account,

That only holds men together which is living prin ciples, as the hold of the limbs of the body, or the fibres of plants.

22. Of all races and eras, These States, with veins full

of poetical stuff, most need poets, and are to have the greatest, and use them the greatest, Their Presidents shall not be their common referee so much as their poets shall.

23. Of mankind, the poet is the equable man,

Not in him, but off from him, things are grotesque, eccentric, fail of their full returns,

Nothing out of its place is good, nothing in its place is bad,

He bestows on every object or quality its fit propor tions, neither more nor less,

He is the arbiter of the diverse, he is the key,

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He is the equalizer of his age and land,

He supplies what wants supplying he checks what

wants checking,

In peace, out of him speaks the spirit of peace, large, rich, thrifty, building populous towns, encour aging agriculture, arts, commerce, lighting the study of man, the Soul, health, immortality, government,

In war, he is the best backer of the war he fetches artillery as good as the engineer's he can make every word he speaks draw blood ; The years straying toward infidelity, he withholds by

his steady faith,

He is no arguer, he is judgment, He judges not as the judge judges, but as the sun

falling round a helpless thing ; As he sees the farthest he has the most faith, His thoughts are the hymns of the praise of things, In the dispute on God and eternity he is silent, He sees eternity less like a play with a prologue and

denouement,

He sees eternity in men and women he does not see men and women as dreams or dots.

24. Of the idea of perfect and free individuals, the idea

of These States, the bard walks in advance, leader of leaders,

The attitude of him cheers up slaves, and horrifies foreign despots.

25. Without extinction is Liberty ! Without retrograde

is Equality !

They live in the feelings of young men, and the best women,

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Not for nothing have the indomitable heads of the earth been always ready to fall for Liberty !

26. Are YOU indeed for Liberty ?

Are you a man who would assume a place to teach

here, of lead here, or be a poet here ? The place is august the terms obdurate.

27. Who would assume to teach here may well prepare

himself, body and mind, He may well survey, ponder, arm, fortify, harden,

make lithe, himself, He shall surely be questioned beforehand by me with

many and stern questions.

28. Who are you, indeed, who would talk or sing in

America ?

Have you studied out MY LAND, its idioms and men?

Have you learned the physiology, phrenology, poli tics, geography, pride, freedom, friendship, of my land ? its substratums and objects ?

Have you considered the organic compact of the first day of the first year of the independence of The States, signed by the Commissioners, ratified by The States, and read by Washington at the head of the army ?

Have you possessed yourself of the Federal Constitu tion ?

Do you acknowledge Liberty with audible and abso lute acknowledgment, and set slavery at nought for life and death ?

Do you see who have left described processes and poems behind them, and assumed new ones ?

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Are you faithful to things ? Do you teach whatever the land and sea, the bodies of men, womanhood, amativeness, angers, excesses, crimes, teach ?

Have you sped through customs, laws, popularities ?

Can you hold your hand against all seductions, follies, whirls, fierce contentions ? Are you very strong ? Are you of the whole people ?

Are you not of some coterie ? some school or religion ?

Are you done with reviews and criticisms of life ? ani mating to life itself ?

Have you vivified yourself from the maternity of These States?

Have you sucked the nipples of the breasts of the mother of many children ?

Have you too the old, ever-fresh, forbearance and impartiality ?

Do you hold the like love for those hardening to maturity ? for the last-born ? little and big ? and for the errant ?

29- What is this you bring my America ?

Is it uniform with my country ?

Is it not something that has been better told or done before ?

Have you not imported this, or the spirit of it, in some ship?

Is it a mere tale ? a rhyme ? a prettiness ?

Has it never dangled at the heels of the poets, poli ticians, literats, of enemies' lands ? .

Does it not assume that what is notoriously gone is still here ?

Does it answer universal needs ? Will it improve manners ?

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Can your performance face the open fields and the sea-side ?

Will it absorb into me as I absorb food, air, nobility, meanness to appear again in my strength, gait, face?

Have real employments contributed to it ? original makers not amanuenses ?

Does it meet modern discoveries, calibers, facts, face to face ?

Does it respect me ? Democracy ? the Soul ? to-day ?

What does it mean to me ? to American persons, progresses, cities? Chicago, Kanada, Arkansas? the planter, Yankee, Georgian, native, immi grant, sailors, squatters, old States, new States ?

Does it encompass all The States, and the unexcep tional rights of all the men and women of the earth, the genital impulse of These States ?

Does it see behind the apparent custodians, the real custodians, standing, menacing, silent, the mechanics, Manhattanese, western men, south erners, significant alike in their apathy and in the promptness of their love ?

Does it see what befalls and has always befallen each temporizer, patcher, outsider, partialist, alarmist, infidel, who has ever asked anything of America ?

What mocking and scornful negligence ?

The track strewed with the dust of skeletons ?

By the roadside others disdainfully tossed ?

30. Rhymes and rhymers pass away poems distilled

from other poems pass away,

The swarms of reflectors and the polite pass, and leave ashes ;

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Admirers, importers, obedient persons, make the soil

of literature ; America justifies itself, give it time no disguise can

deceive it, or conceal from it it is impassive

enough, Only toward the likes of itself will it advance to meet

them, If its poets appear, it will advance to meet them

there is no fear of mistake, The proof of a poet shall be sternly deferred, till his

country absorbs him as affectionately as he has

absorbed it.

31. He masters whose spirit masters he tastes sweetest

who results sweetest in the long run, The blood of the brawn beloved of time is uncon-

straint,

In the need of poems, philosophy, politics, manners, engineering, an appropriate native grand-opera, shipcraft, any craft, he or she is greatest who contributes the greatest original practical ex ample.

32. Already a nonchalant breed, silently emerging, fills

the houses and streets, People's lips salute only doers, lovers, satisfiers,

positive knowers ; There will shortly be no more priests I say their

work is done, Death is without emergencies here, but life is pep

petual emergencies here, Are your body, days, manners, superb ? after death

you shall be superb ;

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Friendship, self-esteem, justice, health, clear the way

with irresistible power ; How dare you place anything before a man ?

33. Fall behind me, States !

A man, before all myself, typical, before all.

34. Give me the pay I have served for !

Give me to speak beautiful words ! take all the

rest ; I have loved the earth, sun, animals I have despised

riches, I have given alms to every one that asked, stood up

for the stupid and crazy, devoted my income

and labor to others, I have hated tyrants, argued not concerning God,

had patience and indulgence toward the people,

taken off my hat to nothing known or unknown, I have gone freely with powerful uneducated persons,

and with the young, and with the mothers of

families, I have read these leaves to myself in the open air

I have tried them by trees, stars, rivers, I have dismissed whatever insulted my own Soul or

denied my body, I have claimed nothing to myself which I have not

carefully claimed for others on the same terms, I have studied my land, its idioms and men, I am willing to wait to be understood by the growth

of the taste of myself, I reject none, I permit all, Whom I have staid with once I have found longing

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34. I swear I begin to see the meaning of these things ! It is not the earth, it is not America, who is so great, It is I who am great, or to be great it is you, or

any one,

It is to walk rapidly through civilizations, govern ments, theories, nature, poems, shows, to indi viduals.

35. Underneath all are individuals,

I swear nothing is good to me now that ignores

individuals !

The American compact is altogether with individuals, The only government is that which makes minute of

individuals, The whole theory of the universe is directed to one

single individual namely, to You.

36. Underneath all is nativity,

I swear I will stand by my own nativity pious or

impious, so be it ;

I swear I am charmed with nothing except nativity, Men, women, cities, nations, are only beautiful from

nativity.

37. Underneath all is the need of the expression of love

for men and women, I swear I have had enough of mean and impotent

modes of expressing love for men and women, After this day I take my own modes of .expressing

love for men and women.

i

ss. I swear I will have each quality of my race in myself,

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Talk as you like, he only suits These States whose manners favor the audacity and sublime turbu lence of The States.

39. Underneath the lessons of things, spirits, nature,

governments, ownerships, I swear I perceive

other lessons, Underneath all to me is myself to you, yourself,

(the same monotonous old song,) If all had not kernels for you and me, what were it

to you and me ?

40. 0 I see now, flashing, that this America is only you

and me,

Its power, weapons, testimony, are you and me, Its roughs, beards, haughtiness, ruggedness, are you

and me,

Its ample geography, the sierras, the prairies, Mis sissippi, Huron, Colorado, Boston, Toronto,

Raleigh, Nashville, Havana, are you and me, Its settlements, wars, the organic compact, peace,

Washington, the Federal Constitution, are you

and me, Its young men's manners, speech, dress, friendships,

are you and me, Its crimes, lies, thefts, defections, slavery, are you

and me, Its Congress is you and me the officers, capitols,

armies, ships, are you and me, Its endless gestations of new States are you and me, Its inventions, science, schools, are you and me, Its deserts, forests, clearings, log-houses, hunters, are

you and me,

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Natural and artificial are you and me,

Freedom, language, poems, employments, are you

and me,

Failures, successes, births, deaths, are you and me, Past, present, future, are only you and me.

41. I swear I dare not shirk any part of myself, Not any part of America, good or bad,

Not my body not friendship, hospitality, pro creation,

Not my Soul, nor the last explanation of prudence, Not the similitude that interlocks me with all iden tities that exist, or ever have existed, Not faith, sin, defiance, nor any disposition or duty

of myself, Not the promulgation of Liberty not to cheer up

slaves and horrify despots,

Not to build for that which builds for mankind, Not to balance ranks, complexions, creeds, and the

sexes,

Not to justify science, nor the march of equality, Nor to feed the arrogant blood of the brawn beloved of time.

42. I swear I am for those that have never been

mastered ! For men and women whose tempers have never been

mastered, For those whom laws, theories, conventions, can never

master.

43. I swear I am for those who walk abreast with the

whole earth ! Who inaugurate one to inaugurate all.

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44. I swear I will not be outfaced by irrational things !

I will penetrate what it is in them that is sarcastic

upon me !

I will make cities and civilizations defer to me ! (This is what I have learnt from America it is the

amount and it I teach again.)

45. I will confront these shows of the day and night ! I will know if I am to be less than they !

I will see if I am not as majestic as they !

I will see if I am not as subtle and real as they !

I will see if I am to be less generous than they !

46. I will see if I have no meaning, while the houses and

ships have meaning !

I will see if the fishes and birds are to be enough for themselves, and I am not to be enough for myself.

47. I match my spirit against yours, you orbs, growths,

mountains, brutes,

Copious as you are, I absorb you all in myself, and become the master myself.

48. The Many In One what is it finally except myself? These States what are they except myself ?

49. I have learned why the earth is gross, tantalizing,

wicked it is for my sake,

1 take you to be mine, you beautiful, terrible, rude forms.

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CHANTS DEMOCKATIC.

1. BROAD-AXE, shapely, naked, wan ! Head from the mother's bowels drawn !

Wooded flesh and metal bone ! limb only one and

lip only one ! Gray-blue leaf by red-heat grown ! helve produced

from a little seed sown ! Resting the grass amid and upon, To be leaned, and to lean on.

2. Strong shapes, and attributes of strong shapes

masculine trades, sights and sounds, Long varied train of an emblem, dabs of music, Fingers of the organist skipping staccato over the

keys of the great organ.

3. Welcome are all earth's lands, each for its kind, Welcome are lands of pine and oak, Welcome are lands of the lemon and fig, Welcome are lands of gold,

Welcome are lands of wheat and maize welcome

those of the grape, Welcome are lands of sugar and rice, Welcome the cotton-lands welcome those of the

white potato and sweet potato, Welcome are mountains, flats, sands, forests, prairies,

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the rich borders of rivers, table-lands,

openings, Welcome the measureless grazing lands welcome

the teeming soil of orchards, flax, honey, hemp, Welcome just as much the other more hard-faced

lands,

Lands rich as lands of gold, or wheat and fruit lands, Lands of mines, lands of the manly and rugged ores, Lands of coal, copper, lead, tin, zinc, LANDS OF IRON ! lands of the make of the axe !

4. The log at the wood-pile, the axe supported by it, The sylvan hut, the vine over the doorway, the space

cleared for a garden, The irregular tapping of rain down on the leaves,

after the storm is lulled, The wailing and moaning at intervals, the thought of

the sea, The thought of ships struck in the storm, and put on

their beam-ends, and the cutting away of masts ; The sentiment of the huge timbers of old-fashioned

houses and barns ; The remembered print or narrative, the voyage at a

venture of men, families, goods, The disembarkation, the founding of a new city, The voyage of those who sought a New England and

found it the outset anywhere, The settlements of the Arkansas, Colorado, Ottawa,

Willamette, The slow progress, the scant fare, the axe, rifle,

saddle-bags ;

The beauty of all adventurous and daring persons, The beauty of wood-boys and wood-men, with their

clear untrimmed faces,

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The beauty of independence, departure, actions that

rely on themselves, The American contempt for statutes and ceremonies,

the boundless impatience of restraint, The loose drift of character, the inkling through

random types, the solidification ; The butcher in the slaughter-house, the hands aboard

schooners and sloops, the raftsman, the pioneer, Lumbermen in their winter camp, daybreak in the

woods, stripes of snow on the limbs of trees, the

occasional snapping, The glad clear sound of one's own voice, the merry

song, the natural life of the woods, the strong

day's work, The blazing fire at night, the sweet taste of supper,

the talk, the bed of hemlock boughs, and the

bear-skin ;

The house-builder at work in cities or anywhere, The preparatory jointing, squaring, sawing, mor tising, The hoist-up of beams, the push of them in their

places, laying them regular, Setting the studs by their tenons in the mortises,

according as they were prepared, The blows of mallets and hammers, the attitudes of

the men, their curved limbs, Bending, standing, astride the beams, driving in pins,

holding on by posts and braces, The hooked arm over the plate, the other arm

wielding the axe,

The floor-men forcing the planks close, to be nailed, Their postures bringing their weapons downward on

the bearers,

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The echoes resounding through the vacant building ;

The huge store-house carried up in the city, well under way,

The six framing-men, two in the middle and two at each end, carefully bearing on their shoulders a heavy stick for a cross-beam,

The crowded line of masons with trowels in their right hands, rapidly laying the long side-wall, two hundred feet from front to rear,

The flexible rise and fall of backs, the continual click of the trowels striking the bricks,

The bricks, one after another, each laid so workman like in its place, and set with a knock of the trowel-handle,

The piles of materials, the mortar on the mortar boards, and the steady replenishing by the hod men ;

Spar-makers in the spar-yard, the swarming row of well-grown apprentices,

The swing of their axes on the square-hewed log, shaping it toward the shape of a mast,

The brisk short crackle of the steel driven slantingly into the pine,

The butter-colored chips flying off in great flakes and slivers,

The limber motion of brawny young arms and hips in easy costumes ;

The constructor of wharves, bridges, piers, bulk-heads, floats, stays against the sea ;

The city fireman the fire that suddenly bursts forth in the close-packed square,

The arriving engines, the hoarse shouts, the nimble stepping and daring,

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The strong command through the fire-trumpets, the

falling in line, the rise and fall of the arms

forcing the water, The slender, spasmic blue-white jets the bringing

to bear of the hooks and ladders, and their

execution, The crash and cut away of connecting wood-work, or

through floors, if the fire smoulders under them, The crowd with their lit faces, watching the glare

and dense shadows ; The forger at his forge-furnace, and the user of iron

after him, The maker of the axe large and small, and the

welder and temperer, The chooser breathing his breath on the cold steel,

and trying the edge with his thumb, The one who clean-shapes the handle and sets it

firmly in the socket, The shadowy processions of the portraits "of the past

users also, The primal patient mechanics, the architects and

engineers,

The far-off Assyrian edifice and Mizra edifice, The Roman lictors preceding the consuls, The antique European warrior with his axe in

combat, The uplifted arm, the clatter of blows on the

helmeted head, The death-howl, the limpsey tumbling body, the rush

of friend and foe thither,

The siege of revolted lieges determined for liberty, The summons to surrender, the battering at castle

gates, the truce and parley,

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The sack of an old city in its time,

The bursting in of mercenaries and bigots tumul-

tuously and disorderly, Roar, flames, blood, drunkenness, madness, Goods freely rifled from houses and temples, screams

of women in the gripe of brigands, Craft and thievery of camp-followers, men running,

old persons despairing, The hell of war, the cruelties of creeds, The list of all executive deeds and words, just or

unjust, The power of personality, just or unjust.

5. Muscle and pluck forever !

What invigorates life, invigorates death, And the dead advance as much as the living advance, And the future is no more uncertain than the present, And the roughness of the earth and of man encloses

as much as the delicatesse of the earth and of

man, And nothing endures but personal qualities.

e. What do you think endures ?

Do you think the greatest city endures ?

Or a teeming manufacturing state ? or a prepared

constitution ? or the best built steamships ? Or hotels of granite and iron ? or any chef-d'oeuvres

of engineering, forts, armaments ?

7. Away ! These are not to be cherished for themselves, They fill their hour, the dancers dance, the musicians

play for them,

The show passes, all does well enough of course, All does very well till one flash of defiance.

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8. The greatest city is that which has the greatest man

or woman,

If it be a few ragged huts, it is still the greatest city in the whole world.

9- The place where the greatest city stands is not the

place of stretched wharves, docks, manufactures,

deposits of produce, Nor the place of ceaseless salutes of new comers, or

the anchor-lifters of the departing, Nor the place of the tallest and costliest buildings,

or shops selling goods from the rest of the earth, Nor the place of the best libraries and schools nor

the place where money is plentiest, Nor the place of the most numerous population.

10. Where the city stands with' the brawniest breed of

orators and bards, Where the city stands that is beloved by these, and

loves them in return, and understands them, Where these may be seen going every day in the

streets, with their arms familiar to the shoulders

of their friends, Where no monuments exist to heroes, but in the

common words and deeds, Where thrift is in its place, and prudence is in its

place,

Where behavior is the finest of the fine arts, Where the men and women think lightly of the

laws, Where the slave ceases, and the master of slaves

ceases,

Where the populace rise at once against the never- ending audacity of elected persons,

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Where fierce men and women pour forth, as the sea

to the whistle of death pours its sweeping and

unript waves, Where outside authority enters always after the

precedence of inside authority, Where the citizen is always the head and ideal and

President, Mayor, Governor, and what not, are

agents for pay, Where children are taught from the jump that they

are to be laws to themselves, and to depend on

themselves,

Where equanimity is illustrated in affairs, Where speculations on the Soul are encouraged, Where women walk in public processions in the

streets, the same as the men, Where they enter the public assembly and take

places the same as the men, and are appealed

to by the orators, the same as the men, Where the city of the faithfulest friends stands, Where the city of the cleanliness of the sexes stands, Where the city of the healthiest fathers stands, Where the city of the best-bodied mothers stands, There the greatest city stands.

11. How beggarly appear poems, arguments, orations,

before an electric deed !

How the floridness of the materials of cities shrivels before a man's or woman's look !

12. All waits, or goes by default, till a strong being

appears ;

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"When he or she appears, materials are overawed, The dispute on the Soul stops,

The old customs and phrases are confronted, turned back, or laid away.

is. What is your money-making now? What can it do

now ?

What is your respectability now ? What are your theology, tuition, society, traditions,

statute-books now ? Where are your jibes of being now ? Where are your cavils about the Soul now?

14. Was that your best ? Were those your vast and

solid ?

Riches, opinions, politics, institutions, to part obe diently from the path of one man or woman !

The centuries, and all authority, to be trod under the foot-soles of one man or woman !

15. A sterile landscape covers the ore there is as

good as the best, for all the forbidding appear ance,

There is the mine, there are the miners, The forgQ-furnace is there, the melt is accomplished, the hammers-men are at hand with their tongs and hammers, What always served and always serves, is at hand.

is. Than this nothing has better served it has served

all,

Served the fluent-tongued and subtle-sensed Greek, and long ere the Greek,

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Served in building the buildings that last longer

than any, Served the Hebrew, the Persian, the most ancient

Hindostanee, Served the mound-raiser on the Mississippi served

those whose relics remain in Central America, Served Albic temples in woods or on plains, with

unhewn pillars, and the druids, and the bloody

body laid in the hollow of the great stone, Served the artificial clefts, vast, high, silent, on the

snow-covered hills of Scandinavia, Served those who, time out of mind, made on the

granite walls rough sketches of the sun, moon,

stars, ships, ocean-waves, Served the paths of the irruptions of the Goths

served the pastoral tribes and nomads, Served the incalculably distant Kelt served the

hardy pirates of the Baltic,

Served before any of those, the venerable and harm less men of Ethiopia, Served the making of helms for the galleys of

pleasure, and the making of those for war, Served all great works on land, and all great works

on the sea, For the mediaeval ages, and before the mediaeval

ages, Served not the living only, then as now, but served

the dead.

I see the European headsman,

He stands masked, clothed in red, with huge legs,

and strong naked arms, And leans on a ponderous axe.

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is. Whom have you slaughtered lately, European heads man ? Whose is that blood upon you, so wet and sticky ?

19. I see the clear sunsets of the martyrs,

I see from the scaffolds the descending ghosts, Ghosts of dead lords, uncrowned ladies, impeached

ministers, rejected kings, Rivals, traitors, poisoners, disgraced chieftains, and

the rest.

20. I see those who in any land have died for the good

cause, The seed is spare, nevertheless the crop shall never

run out,

(Mind you, 0 foreign kings, 0 priests, the crop shall never run out.)

21. I see the blood washed entirely away from the axe, Both blade and helve are clean,

They spirt no more the blood of European nobles they clasp no more the necks of queens.

22. I see the headsman withdraw and become useless,

I see the scaffold untrodden and mouldy I see no

longer any axe upon it, I see the mighty and friendly emblem of the power of

my own race, the newest largest race.

23. America ! I do not vaunt my love for you, I have what I have.

24. The axe leaps !

The solid forest gives fluid utterances,

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They tumble forth, they rise and form,

Hut, tent, landing, survey,

Flail, plough, pick, crowbar, spade,

Shingle, rail, prop, wainscot, jamb, lath, panel, gable,

Citadel, ceiling, saloon, academy, organ, exhibition- house, library,

Cornice, trellis, pilaster, balcony, window, shutter, turret, porch,

Hoe, rake, pitch-fork, pencil, wagon, staff, saw, jack- plane, mallet, wedge, rounce,

Chair, tub, hoop, table, wicket, vane, sash, floor,

Work-box, chest, stringed instrument, boat, frame, and what not,

Capitols of States, and capitol of the nation of States,

Long stately rows in avenues, hospitals for orphans or for the poor or sick,

Manhattan steamboats and clippers, taking the meas ure of all seas.

25. The shapes arise !

Shapes of the using of axes anyhow, and the users,

and all that neighbors them, Cutters down of wood, and haulers of it to the Pe-

nobscot, or Kennebec, Dwellers in cabins among the Californian mountains,

or by the little lakes, or on the Columbia, Dwellers south on the banks of the Gila or Rio

Grande friendly gatherings, the characters and

fun,

Dwellers up north in Minnesota and by the Yellow stone river dwellers on coasts and off coasts, Seal-fishers, whalers, arctic seamen breaking passages

through the ice.

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20. The shapes arise !

Shapes of factories, arsenals, foundries, markets, Shapes of the two-threaded tracks of railroads, Shapes of the sleepers of bridges, vast frameworks,

girders, arches, Shapes of the fleets of barges, tows, lake craft, river

craft.

27. The shapes arise !

Ship-yards and dry-docks along the Eastern and

Western Seas, and in many a bay and by-place, The live-oak kelsons, the pine planks, the spars, the

hackmatack-roots for knees, The ships themselves on their ways, the tiers of

scaffolds, the workmen busy outside and inside, The tools lying around, the great auger and little

auger, the adze, bolt, line, square, gouge, and

bead-plane.

28. The shapes arise !

The shape measured, sawed, jacked, joined, stained, The coffin-shape for the dead to lie within in his

shroud ; The shape got out in posts, in the bedstead posts, in

the posts of the bride's bed, The shape of the little trough, the shape of the

rockers beneath, the shape of the babe's cradle, The shape of the floor-planks, the floor-planks for

dancers' feet, The shape of the planks of the family home, the

home of the friendly parents and children, The shape of the roof of the home of the happy

young man and woman, the roof over the well- married young man and woman,

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The roof over the supper joyously cooked by the chaste wife, and joyously eaten by the chaste husband, content after his day's work.

29. The shapes arise !

The shape of the prisoner's place in the court-room,

and of him or her seated in the place, The shape of the pill-box, the disgraceful ointment- box, the nauseous application, and him or her

applying it, The shape of the liquor-bar leaned against by the

young rum-drinker and the old rum-drinker, The shape of the shamed and angry stairs, trod by

sneaking footsteps, The shape of the sly settee, and the adulterous

unwholesome couple, The shape of the gambling-board with its devilish

winnings and losings, The shape of the slats of the bed of a corrupted body,

the bed of the corruption of gluttony or alcoholic

drinks, The shape of the step-ladder for the convicted and

sentenced murderer, the murderer with haggard

face and pinioned arms, The sheriff at hand with his deputies, the silent and

white-lipped crowd, the sickening dangling of

the rope.

so. The shapes arise!

Shapes of doors giving so many exits and en trances,

The door passing the dissevered friend, flushed., and in haste,

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The door that admits good news and bad news,

The door whence the son left home, confident and

puffed up,

The door he entered again from a long and scan dalous absence, diseased, broken down, without innocence, without means.

31. Their shapes arise, above all the rest the shapes of

full-sized men, Men taciturn yet loving, used to the open air, and the

manners of the open air, Saying their ardor in native forms, saying the old

response, Take what I have then, (saying fain,) take the pay

you approached for, Take the white tears of my blood, if that is what you

are after.

32. Her shape arises,

She, less guarded than ever, yet more guarded than

ever, The gross and soiled she moves among do not make

her gross and soiled, She knows the thoughts as she passes nothing is

concealed from her,

She is none the less considerate or friendly therefore, She is the best-beloved it is without exception

she has no reason to fear, and she does not fear, Oaths, quarrels, hiccupped songs, proposals, smutty

expressions, are idle to her as she passes, She is silent she is possessed of herself they do

not offend her,

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She receives them as the laws of nature receive them

she is strong, She too is a law of nature there is no law stronger

than she is.

33. His shape arises,

Arrogant, masculine, naive, rowdyish,

Laugher, weeper, worker, idler, citizen, countryman,

Saunterer of woods, stander upon hills, summer swimmer in rivers or by the sea,

Of pure American breed, of reckless health, his body perfect, free from taint from top to toe, free forever from headache and dyspepsia, clean- breathed,

Ample-limbed, a good feeder, weight a hundred and eighty pounds, full-blooded, six feet high, forty inches round the breast and back,

Countenance sun-burnt, bearded, calm, unrefined,

Reminder of animals, meeter of savage and gentleman on equal terms,

Attitudes lithe and erect, costume free, neck gray and open, of slow movement on foot,

Passer of his right arm round the shoulders of his friends, companion of the street,

Persuader always of people to give him their sweetest touches, and never their meanest,

A Manhattanese bred, fond of Brooklyn, fond of Broadway, fond of the life of the wharves and the great ferries,

Enterer everywhere, welcomed everywhere, easily understood after all,

Never offering others, always offering himself, corrob orating his phrenology,

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Voluptuous, inhabitive, combative, conscientious, alimentive, intuitive, of copious friendship, sublimity, firmness, self-esteem, comparison, individuality, form, locality, eventuality,

Avowing by life, manners, works, to contribute illus trations of results of The States,

Teacher of the unquenchable creed, namely, egotism,

Inviter of others continually henceforth to try their strength against his.

34. The main shapes arise!

Shapes of Democracy, final result of centuries, Shapes of those that do not joke with life, but are

in earnest with life, Shapes, ever projecting other shapes, Shapes of a hundred Free States, begetting another

hundred north and south, Shapes of turbulent manly cities, Shapes of an untamed breed of young men, and

natural persons,

Shapes of the women fit for These States, Shapes of the composition of all the varieties of the

earth, Shapes of the friends and home-givers of the whole

earth, Shapes bracing the whole earth, and braced with the

whole earth.

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1. COME closer to me,

Push closer, my lovers, and take the best I possess, Yield closer and closer, and give me the best you possess.

2. This is unfinished business with me How is it with

you?

I was chilled with the cold types, cylinder, wet paper between us. *

3. Male and Female !

I pass so poorly with paper and types, I must pass with the contact of bodies and souls.

4. American masses !

I do not thank you for liking me as I am, and liking the touch of me I know that it is good for you to do so.

5. Workmen and Workwomen !

Were all educations, practical and ornamental, well displayed out of me, what would it amount to ?

Were I as the head teacher, charitable proprietor, wise statesman, what would it amount to ?

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Were I to you as the boss employing and paying you, would that satisfy you ?

6. The learned, virtuous, benevolent, and the usual

terms, A man like me, and never the usual terms.

7. Neither a servant nor a master am I,

I take no sooner a large price than a small price I will have my own, whoever enjoys me,

I will be even with you, and you shall be even with me.

s. If you stand at work in a shop, I stand as nigh as

the nighest in the same shop, If you bestow gifts on your brother or dearest friend,

I demand as good as your brother or dearest

friend, If your lover, husband, wife, is welcome by day or

night, I must be personally as welcome, If you become degraded, criminal, ill, then I become

so for your sake, If you remember your foolish and outlawed deeds, do

you think I cannot remember my own foolish

and outlawed deeds ? plenty of them ; If you carouse at the table, I carouse at the opposite

side of the table, If you meet some stranger in the streets, and love

him or her, do I not often meet strangers in the

street, and love them? If you see a good deal remarkable in me, I see just

as much, perhaps more, in you.

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9. Why, what have you thought of yourself ? Is it you then that thought yourself less ? Is it you that thought the President greater than

you? Or the rich better off than you ? or the educated

wiser than you ?

10. Because you are greasy or pimpled, or that you was

once drunk, or a thief, or diseased, or rheumatic, or a prostitute, or are so now, or from frivolity or impotence, or that you are no scholar, and never saw your name in print, do you give in that you are any less immortal ?

11. Souls of men and women ! it is not you I call unseen,

unheard, untouchable and untouching, It is not you I go argue pro and con about, and to

settle whether you are alive or no, I own publicly who you are, if nobody else owns

I see and hear you, and what you give and take, What is there you cannot give and take ?

12. I see not merely that you are polite or white-faced,

married, single, citizens of old States, citizens of

new States, Eminent in some profession, a lady or gentleman in a

parlor, or dressed in the jail uniform, or pulpit

uniform ; Grown, half-grown, and babe, of this country and

every country, indoors and outdoors, one just as

much as the other, I see, And all else is behind or through them.

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13. The wife and she is not one jot less than the

husband,

The daughter and she is just as good as the son, The mother and she is every bit as much as the

father.

I*. Offspring of those not rich, boys apprenticed to

trades, Young fellows working on farms, and old fellows

working on farms, The naive, the simple and hardy, he going to the

polls to vote, he who has a good time, and he

has who a bad time, Mechanics, southerners, new arrivals, laborers, sailors,

man-o' wars-men, merchantmen, coasters, All these I see but nigher and farther the same I

see, None shall escape me, and none shall wish to escape

me.

15. I bring what you much need, yet always have, Not money, amours, dress, eating, but as good ; I send no agent or medium, offer no representative of value, but offer the value itself.

is. There is something that comes home to one now and

perpetually, It is not what is printed, preached, discussed it

eludes discussion and print, It is not to be put in a book it is not in this

book, It is for you, whoever you are it is no farther from

you than your hearing and sight are from you,

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It is hinted by nearest, commonest, readiest it is not them, though it is endlessly provoked by them, (what is there ready and near you now ?)

17. You may read in many languages, yet read nothing

about it, You may read the President's Message, and read

nothing about it there, Nothing in the reports from the State department or

Treasury department, or in the daily papers or

the weekly papers, Or in the census returns, assessors' returns, prices

current, or any accounts of stock.

is. The sun and stars that float in the open air the

apple-shaped earth, and we upon it surely the

drift of them is something grand ! I do not know what it is, except that it is grand,

and that it is happiness, And that the enclosing purport of us here is not a

speculation, or bon-mot, or reconnoissance, And that it is not something which by luck may

turn out well for us, and without luck must be

a failure for us, And not something which may yet be retracted in

a certain contingency.

19. The light and shade, the curious sense of body and identity, the greed that with perfect com plaisance devours all things, the endless pride and out-stretching of man, unspeakable joys and sorrows,

The wonder every one sees in every one else he sees, and the wonders that fill each minute of time for ever, and each acre of surface and space forever,

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Have you reckoned them for a trade, or farm-work ? or for the profits of a store ? or to achieve your self a position ? or to fill a gentleman's leisure, or a lady's leisure ?

20. Have you reckoned the landscape took substance and

form that it might be painted in a picture ? Or men and women that they might be written of,

and songs sung ? Or the attraction of gravity, and the great laws and

harmonious combinations, and the fluids of the

air, as subjects for the savans ? Or the brown land and the blue sea for maps and

charts ? Or the stars to be put in constellations and named

fancy names ? Or that the growth of seeds is for agricultural tables,

or agriculture itself ?

21. Old institutions these arts, libraries, legends, col

lections, and the practice handed along in manu factures will we rate them so high ?

Will we rate our cash and business high ? I have no objection,

I rate them high as the highest then a child born of a woman and man I rate beyond all rate.

22. We thought our Union grand, and our Constitution

grand, I do not say they are not grand and good, for they

are, I am this day just as much in love with them as

you,

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Then I am in love with you, and with all my fellows upon the earth.

23. We consider bibles and religions divine I do not

say they are not divine, I say they have all grown out of you, and may grow

out of you still, It is not they who give the life it is you who give

the life, Leaves are not more shed from the trees, or trees

from the earth, than they are shed out of you.

24. The sum of all known reverence I add up in you,

whoever you are, The President is there in the White House for you

it is not you who are here for him, The Secretaries act in their bureaus for you not

you here for them, The Congress convenes every Twelfth Month for

you, Laws, courts, the forming of States, the charters of

cities, the going and coming of commerce and

mails, are all for you.

25. All doctrines, all politics and civilization, exurge from

you, All sculpture and monuments, and anything inscribed

anywhere, are tallied in you, The gist of histories and statistics as far back as the

records reach, is in you this hour, and myths

and tales the same, If you were not breathing and walking here, where

would they all be ?

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The most renowned poenis would be ashes, orations and plays would be vacuums.

26. All architecture is what you do to it when you look

upon it,

Did you think it was in the white or gray stone ? or the lines of the arches and cornices ?

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27. All music is what awakes from you, when you are

reminded by the instruments,

It is not the violins and the cornets it is not the oboe nor the beating drums, nor the score of the baritone singer singing his sweet romanza nor that of the men's chorus, nor that of the women's chorus,

It is nearer and farther than they.

28. Will the whole come back then ?

Can each see signs of the best by a look in the looking-glass ? is there nothing greater or more ? Does all sit there with you, and here with me ?

29. The old, forever-new things you foolish child ! the

closest, simplest things, this moment with you, Your person, and every particle that relates to your

person, The pulses of your brain, waiting their chance and

encouragement at every deed or sight, Anything you do in public by day, and anything

you do in secret between-days, What is called right and what is called wrong

what you behold or touch, or what causes your

anger or wonder,

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The ankle-chain of the slave, the bed of the bed- house, the cards of the gambler, the plates of the forger,

What is seen or learnt in the street, or intuitively learnt,

What is learnt in the public school, spelling, reading, writing, ciphering, the black-board, the teacher's diagrams,

The panes of the windows, all that appears through them, the going forth in the morning, the aimless spending of the day,

(What is it that you made money ? What is it that you got what you wanted ?)

The usual routine, the work-shop, factory, yard, office, store, desk,

The jaunt of hunting -or fishing, and the life of hunt ing or fishing,

Pasture-life, foddering, milking, herding, and all the personnel and usages,

The plum-orchard, apple-orchard, gardening, seed lings, cuttings, flowers, vines,

Grains, manures, marl, clay, loam, the subsoil plough, the shovel, pick, rake, hoe, irrigation, draining,

The curry-comb, the horse-cloth, the halter, bridle, bits, the very wisps of straw,

The barn and barn-yard, the bins, mangers, mows, racks,

Manufactures, commerce, engineering, the building of cities, every trade carried on there, and the implements of every trade,

The anvil, tongs, hammer, the axe and wedge, the square, mitre, jointer, smoothing-plane,

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The plumbob, trowel, level, the wall-scaffold, the work of walls and ceilings, or any mason-work,

The steam-engine, lever, crank, axle, piston, shaft, air-pump, boiler, beam, pulley, hinge, flange, band, bolt, throttle, governors, up and down rods,

The ship's compass, the sailor's tarpaulin, the stays and lanyards, the ground tackle for anchoring or mooring, the life-boat for wrecks,

The sloop's tiller, the pilot's wheel and bell, the yacht or fish-smack the great gay-pennanted three- hundred-foot steamboat, under full headway, with her proud fat breasts, and her delicate swift- flashing paddles,

The trail, line, hooks, sinkers, and the seine, and hauling the seine,

The arsenal, small-arms, rifles, gunpowder, shot, caps, wadding, ordnance for war, and carriages ;

Every-day objects, house-chairs, carpet, bed, coun terpane of the bed, him or her sleeping at night, wind blowing, indefinite noises,

The snow-storm or rain-storm, the tow-trowsers, the lodge-hut in the woods, the still-hunt,

City and country, fire-place, candle, gas-light, heater, aqueduct,

The message of the Governor, Mayor, Chief of Police the dishes of breakfast, dinner, supper,

The bunk-room, the fire-engine, the string-team, the car or truck behind,

The paper I write on or you write on, every word we write, every cross and twirl of the pen, and the curious way we write what we think, yet very faintly,

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The directory, the detector, the ledger, the books in ranks on the book-shelves, the clock attached to the wall,

The ring on your finger, the lady's wristlet, the scent- powder, the druggist's vials and jars, the draught of lager-beer,

The etui of surgical instruments, the etui of oculist's or aurist's instruments, or dentist's instruments,

The permutating lock that can be turned and locked as many different ways as there are minutes in a year,

Glass-blowing, nail-making, salt-making, tin-roofing, shingle-dressing, candle-making, lock-making and hanging,

Ship-carpentering, dock-building, fish-curing, ferrying, stone-breaking, flagging of side-walks by naggers,

The pump, the pile-driver, the great derrick, the coal- kiln and brick-kiln,

Coal-mines, all that is down there, the lamps in the darkness, echoes, songs, what meditations, what vast native thoughts looking through smutch' d faces,

Ironworks, forge-fires in the mountains, or by river- banks, men around feeling the melt with huge crowbars lumps of ore, the due combining of ore, limestone, coal the blast-furnace and the puddling-furnace, the loup-lump at the bottom of the melt at last the rolling-mill, the stumpy bars of pig-iron, the strong clean-shaped T rail for railroads,

Oil-works, silk-works, white-lead-works, the sugar- house, steam-saws, the great mills and factories,

Lead-mines, and all that is done in lead-mines, or with the lead afterward,

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Copper-mines, the sheets of copper, and what is formed out of the sheets, and all the work in forming it,

Stone-cutting, shapely trimmings for facades, or win dow or door lintels the mallet, the tooth-chisel, the jib to protect the thumb,

Oakum, the oakum-chisel, the caulking-iron the kettle of boiling vault-cement, and the fire under the kettle,

The cotton-bale, the stevedore's hook, the saw and buck of the sawyer, the screen of the coal- screener, the mould of the moulder, the work ing-knife of the butcher, the ice-saw, and all the work with ice,

The four-double cylinder press, the hand-press, the frisket and tympan, the compositor's stick and rule, type-setting, making up the forms, all the work of newspaper counters, folders, carriers, news-men,

The implements for daguerreotyping the tools of the rigger, grappler, sail-maker, block-maker,

Goods of gutta-percha, papier-mache, colors, brushes, brush-making, glazier's implements,

The veneer and glue-pot, the confectioner's orna ments, the decanter and glasses, the shears and flat-iron,

The awl and knee-strap, the pint measure and quart measure, the counter and stool, the writing-pen of quill or metal the making of all sorts of edged tools,

The ladders and hanging-ropes of the gymnasium, manly exercises, the game of base-ball, running, leaping, pitching quoits,

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The designs for wall-papers, oil-cloths, carpets, the fancies for goods for women, the book-binder's stamps,

The brewery, brewing, the malt, the vats, every thing that is done by brewers, also by wine- makers, also vinegar-makers,

Leather-dressing, coach-making, boiler-making, rope- twisting, distilling, sign-painting, lime-burning, coopering, cotton-picking electro-plating, eleo trotyping, stereotyping,

Stave-machines, planing-machines, reaping-machines, ploughing-machines, thrashing-machines, steam- wagons,

The cart of the carman, the omnibus, the ponderous dray,

The wires of the electric telegraph stretched on land, or laid at the bottom of the sea, and then the message in an instant from a thousand miles off,

The snow-plough, and two engines pushing it the ride in the express-train of only one car, the swift go through a howling storm the locomo tive, and all that is done about a locomotive,

The bear-hunt or coon-hunt the bonfire of shavings in the open lot in the city, and the crowd of children watching,

The blows of the fighting-man, the upper-cut, and one-two-three,

Pyrotechny, letting off colored fire-works at night, fancy figures and jets,

Shop-windows, coffins in the sexton's ware-room, fruit on the fruit-stand beef in the butcher's stall, the slaughter-house of the butcher, the butcher in his killing-clothes,

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The area of pens of live pork, the killing-hammer, the

hog-hook, the scalder's tub, gutting, the cutter's

cleaver, the packer's maul, and the plenteous

winter-work of pork-packing, Flour-works, grinding of wheat, rye, maize, rice

the barrels and the half and quarter barrels, the

loaded barges, the high piles on wharves and

levees,

Bread and cakes in the bakery, the milliner's rib bons, the dress-maker's patterns, the tea-table,

the home-made sweetmeats ; Cheap literature, maps, charts, lithographs, daily and

weekly newspapers, The column of wants in the one-cent paper, the news

by telegraph, amusements, operas, shows, The business parts of a city, the trottoirs of a city

when thousands of well-dressed people walk up

and down, The cotton, woollen, linen you wear, the money you

make and spend, Your room and bed-room, your piano-forte, the stove

and cook-pans, The house you live in, the rent, the other tenants, the

deposit in the savings-bank, the trade at the

grocery, The pay on Seventh Day night, the going home, and

the purchases ; In them the heft of the heaviest in them far more

than you estimated, and far less also, In them realities for you and me in them poems for

you and me, In them, not yourself you and your Soul enclose all

things, regardless of estimation,

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In them themes, hints, provokers if not, the whole earth has no themes, hints, provokers, and never had.

so. I do not affirm what you see beyond is futile I do

not advise you to stop,

I do not say leadings you thought great are not great, But I say that none lead to greater, sadder, happier,

than those lead to.

si. Will you seek afar off ? You surely come back at last, In things best known to you, finding the best, or as

good as the best, In folks nearest to you finding also the sweetest,

strongest, lovingest, Happiness, knowledge, not in another place, but this

place not for another hour, but this hour, Man in the first you see or touch always in your

friend, brother, nighest neighbor "Woman in

your mother, lover, wife, The popular tastes and occupations taking precedence

in poems or any where, You workwomen and workmen of These States having

your own divine and strong life, Looking the President always sternly in the face,

unbending, nonchalant, Understanding that he is to be kept by you to short

and sharp account of himself, And all else thus far giving place to men and women

like you.

32. 0 you robust, sacred !

I cannot tell you how I love

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All I love America for, is contained in men and women like you.

as. When the psalm sings instead of the singer, When the script preaches instead of the preacher, When the pulpit descends and goes instead of the

carver that carved the supporting-desk, When I can touch the body of books, by night or by

day, and when they touch my body back again, When the holy vessels, or the bits of the eucharist,

or the lath and plast, procreate as effectually as

the young silver-smiths or bakers, or the masons

in their over-alls, When a university course convinces like a slumbering

woman and child convince, When the minted gold in the vault smiles like the

night-watchman's daughter, When warrantee deeds loafe in chairs opposite, and

are my friendly companions, I intend to reach them my hand, and make as much

of them as I do of men and women like you.

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AMERICA always !

Always me joined with you, whoever you are !

Always our own feuillage !

Always Florida's green peninsula ! Always the price less delta of Louisiana ! Always the cotton-fields of Alabama and Texas !

Always California's golden hills and hollows and the silver mountains of New Mexico ! Always soft-breath' d Cuba !

Always the vast slope drained by the Southern Sea inseparable with the slopes drained by the Eastern and Western Seas,

The area the Eighty-third year of These States the three and a half millions of square miles,

The eighteen thousand miles of sea-coast and bay- coast on the main the thirty thousand miles of river navigation,

The seven millions of distinct families, and the same number of dwellings Always these and more, branching forth into numberless branches ;

Always the free range and diversity ! Always the continent of Democracy !

Always the prairies, pastures, forests, vast cities, travellers, Kanada, the snows;

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Always these compact lands lands tied at the hips

with the belt stringing the huge oval lakes ; Always the West, with strong native persons the

increasing density there the habitans, friendly,

threatening, ironical, scorning invaders ; All sights, South, North, East all deeds, promis cuously done at all times, All characters, movements, growths a few noticed,

myriads unnoticed, Through Mannahatta's streets I walking, these things

gathering ; On interior rivers, by night, in the glare of pine

knots, steamboats wooding up ; Sunlight by day on the valley of the Susquehanna,

and on the valleys of the Potomac and Rappa-

hannock, and the valleys of the Roanoke and

Delaware ; In their northerly wilds beasts of prey haunting the

Adirondacks, the hills or lapping the Saginaw

waters to drink ; In a lonesome inlet, a sheldrake, lost from the flock,

sitting on the water, rocking silently ; In farmers' barns, oxen in the stable, their harvest

labor done they rest standing they are too

tired ; Afar on arctic ice, the she-walrus lying drowsily,

while her cubs play around ; The hawk sailing where men have not yet sailed

the farthest polar sea, ripply, crystalline, open,

beyond the floes ; White drift spooning ahead, where the ship in the

tempest dashes ; On solid land, what is done in cities, as the bells all

strike midnight together ;

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In primitive woods, the sounds there also sounding

the howl of the wolf, the scream of the panther,

and the hoarse bellow of the elk ; In winter beneath the hard blue ice of Moosehead

Lake in summer visible through the clear

waters, the great trout swimming ; In lower latitudes, in warmer air, in the Carolinas,

the large black buzzard floating slowly high

beyond the tree-tops, Below, the red cedar, festooned with tylandria the

pines and cypresses, growing out of the white

sand that spreads far and flat ; Rude boats descending the big Pedee climbing

plants, parasites, with colored flowers and berries,

enveloping huge trees, The waving drapery on the live oak, trailing long and

low, noiselessly waved by the wind ; The camp of Georgia wagoners, just after dark the

supper-fires, and the cooking and eating by

whites and negroes, Thirty or forty great wagons the mules, cattle,

horses, feeding from troughs, The shadows, gleams, up under the leaves of the old

sycamore-trees the flames also the black

smoke from the pitch-pine, curling and rising ; Southern fishermen fishing the sounds and inlets

of North Carolina's coast the shad-fishery

and the herring-fishery the large sweep-seines

the windlasses on shore worked by horses the clearing, curing, and packing houses ;

Deep in the forest, in the piney woods, turpentine and tar dropping from the incisions in the trees

There is the turpentine distillery,

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There are the negroes at work, in good health the ground in all directions is covered with pine straw ;

In Tennessee and Kentucky, slaves busy in the coal ings, at the forge, by the furnace-blaze, or at the corn-shucking ;

In Virginia, the planter's son returning after a long absence, joyfully welcomed and kissed by the aged mulatto nurse ;

On rivers, boatmen safely moored at night-fall, in their boats, under the shelter of high banks,

Some of the younger men dance to the sound of the banjo or fiddle others sit on the gunwale, smoking and talking;

Late in the afternoon, the mocking-bird, the American mimic, singing in the Great Dismal Swamp there are the greenish waters, the resinous odor, the plenteous moss, the cypress tree, and the juniper tree ;

Northward, young men of Mannahatta the target company from an excursion returning home at evening the musket-muzzles all bear bunches of flowers presented by women ;

Children at play or on his father's lap a young boy fallen asleep, (how his lips move ! how he smiles in his sleep !)

The scout riding on horseback over the plains west of the Mississippi he ascends a knoll and sweeps his eye around ;

California life the miner, bearded, dressed in his rude costume the stanch California friendship the sweet air the graves one, in passing, meets, solitary, just aside the horse-path ;

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Down in Texas, the cotton-field, the negro-cabins

drivers driving mules or oxen before rude carts

cotton-bales piled on banks and wharves ; Encircling all, vast-darting, up and wide, the Amer ican Soul, with equal hemispheres one Love,

one Dilation or Pride ; In arriere, the peace-talk with the Iroquois, the

aborigines the calumet, the pipe of good-will

arbitration, and indorsement, The sachem blowing the smoke first toward the sun

and then toward the earth, The drama of the scalp-dance enacted with painted

faces and guttural exclamations, The setting out of the war-party the long and

stealthy march, The single file the swinging hatchets the surprise

and slaughter of enemies ; All the acts, scenes, ways, persons, attitudes of These

States reminiscences, all institutions, All These States, compact Every square mile of

These States, without excepting a particle you

also me also, Me pleased, rambling in lanes and country fields,

Paumanok's fields, Me, observing the spiral flight of two little yellow

butterflies, shuffling between each other, ascend ing high in the air ; The darting swallow, the destroyer of insects the

fall traveller southward, but returning northward

early in the spring ; The country boy at the close of the day, driving the

herd of cows, and shouting to them as they loiter

to browse by the road-side ;

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The city wharf Boston, Philadelphia, Baltimore, Charleston, New Orleans, San Francisco,

The departing ships, when the sailors heave at the capstan ;

Evening me in my room the setting sun,

The setting summer sun shining in my open window, showing me flies, suspended, balancing in the air in the centre of the room, darting athwart, up and down, casting swift shadows in specks on the opposite wall, where the shine is ;

The athletic American matron speaking in public to crowds of listeners ;

Males, females, immigrants, combinations the co piousness the individuality and sovereignty of The States, each for itself the money makers ;

Factories, machinery, the mechanical forces the windlass, lever, pulley All certainties,

The certainty of space, increase, freedom, futurity,

In space, the sporades, the scattered islands, the stars on the firm earth, the lands, my lands,

O lands ! all so dear to me what you are, (what ever it is,) I become a part of that, whatever it is,

Southward there, I screaming, with wings slow flap ping, with the myriads of gulls wintering along the coasts of Florida or in Louisiana, with pelicans breeding,

Otherways, there, atwixt the banks of the Arkansaw, the Rio Grande, the Nueces, the Brazos, the Tombigbee, the Red River, the Saskatchawan, or the Osage, I with the spring waters laughing and skipping and running;

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Northward, on the sands, on some shallow bay of Paumanok, I, with parties of snowy herons wading in the wet to seek worms and aquatic plants ;

Retreating, triumphantly twittering, the king-bird, from piercing the crow with its bill, for amuse ment And I triumphantly twittering ;

The migrating flock of wild geese alighting in autumn to refresh themselves the body of the flock feed

the sentinels outside move around with erect heads watching, and are from time to time re lieved by other sentinels And I feeding and taking turns with the rest ;

In Kanadian forests, the moose, large as an ox, cor nered by hunters, rising desperately on his hind- feet, and plunging with his fore-feet, the hoofs as sharp as knives And I, plunging at the hunters, cornered and desperate ;

In the Mannahatta, streets, piers, shipping, store houses, and the countless workmen working in the shops,

And I too of the Mannahatta, singing thereof and no less in myself tha'n the whole of the Manna hatta in itself,

Singing the song of These, my ever united lands

my body no more inevitably united, part to part, and made one identity, any more than my lands are inevitably united, and made ONE IDENTITY,

Nativities, climates, the grass of the great Pastoral

Plains, Cities, labors, death, animals, products, good and evil

these me,

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These affording, in all their particulars, endless feuillage to me and to America, how can I do less than pass the clew of the union of them, to afford the like to you ?

Whoever you are ! how can I but offer you divine leaves, that you also be eligible as I am?

How can I but, as here, chanting, invite you for yourself to collect bouquets of the incomparable feuillage of These States ?

RESPONDEZ ! Respondez !

Let every one answer ! Let those who sleep be

waked ! Let none evade not you, any more

than others ! (If it really be as is pretended, how much longer must

we go on with our affectations and sneaking ? Let me bring this to a close I pronounce openly for

a new distribution of roles,) Let that which stood in front go behind ! and let

that which was behind advance to the front and

speak ! Let murderers, thieves, bigots, fools, unclean persons,

offer new propositions ! Let the old propositions be postponed ! Let faces and theories be turned inside out ! Let

meanings be freely criminal, as well as results!

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Let there be no suggestion above the suggestion of

drudgery ! Let none be pointed toward his destination ! (Say !

do you know your destination ?) Let trillions of men and women be mocked with

bodies and mocked with Souls! Let the love that waits in them, wait ! Let it die,

or pass still-born to other spheres ! Let the sympathy that waits in every man, wait !

or let it also pass, a dwarf, to other spheres ! Let contradictions prevail ! Let one thing contradict

another ! and let one line of my poems contradict

another ! Let the people sprawl with yearning aimless hands !

Let their tongues be broken ! Let their eyes be

discouraged ! Let none descend into their hearts

with the fresh lusciousness of love ! Let the theory of America be management, caste,

comparison ! (Say ! what other theory would

you ?) Let them that distrust birth and death lead the

rest ! (Say ! why shall they not lead you ?) Let the crust of hell be neared and trod on ! Let the

days be darker than the nights ! Let slumber

bring less slumber than waking-time brings ! Let the world never appear to him or her for whom

it was all made ! Let the heart of the young man exile itself from the

heart of the old man ! and let the heart of the

old man be exiled from that ol the young man ! Let the sun and moon go ! Let scenery take the

applause of the audience ! Let there be apathy

under the stars !

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Let freedom prove no man's inalienable right ! Every one who can tyrannize, let him tyrannize to his satisfaction !

Let none but infidels be countenanced !

Let the eminence of meanness, treachery, sarcasm, hate, greed, indecency, impotence, lust, be taken for granted above all ! Let writers, judges, gov ernments, households, religions, philosophies, take such for granted above all !

Let the worst men beget children out of the worst women !

Let priests still play at immortality !

Let Death be inaugurated !

Let nothing remain upon the earth except the ashes of teachers, artists, moralists, lawyers, and learned and polite persons!

Let him who is without my poems be assassinated !

Let the cow, the horse, the camel, the garden-bee Let the mud-fish, the lobster, the mussel, eel, the sting-ray, and the grunting pig-fish Let these, and the like of these, be put on a perfect equality with man and woman !

Let churches accommodate serpents, vermin, and the corpses of those who have died of the most filthy of diseases !

Let marriage slip down among fools, and be for none but fools !

Let men among themselves talk and think obscenely of women ! and let women among themselves talk and think obscenely of men !

Let every man doubt every woman ! and let every woman trick every man !

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Let us all, without missing one, be exposed in public, naked, monthly, at the peril of our lives ! Let our bodies be freely handled and examined by whoever chooses !

Let nothing but copies, pictures, statues, reminis cences, elegant works, be permitted to exist upon the earth !

Let the earth desert God, nor let there ever hence forth be mentioned the name of God !

Let there be no God !

Let there be money, business, imports, exports, cus tom, authority, precedents, pallor, dyspepsia, smut, ignorance, unbelief !

Let judges and criminals be transposed ! Let the prison-keepers be put in prison ! Let those that were prisoners take the keys ! (Say ! why might they not just as well be transposed ?)

Let the slaves be masters ! Let the masters become slaves !

Let the reformers descend from the stands where they are forever bawling ! Let an idiot or insane person appear on each of the stands !

Let the Asiatic, the African, the European, the American and the Australian, go armed against the murderous stealthiness of each other ! Let them sleep armed ! Let none believe in good-will !

Let there be no unfashionable wisdom ! Let such be scorned and derided off from the earth !

Let a floating cloud in the sky Let a wave of the sea Let one glimpse of your eye-sight upon the landscape or grass Let growing mint, spinach, onions, tomatoes Let these be exhibited as shows at a great price for admission !

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Let all the men of These States stand aside for a few smonchers ! Let the few seize on what they choose ! Let the rest gawk, giggle, starve, obey !

Let shadows" be furnished with genitals ! Let sub stances be deprived of their genitals !

Let there be wealthy and immense cities but through any of them, not a single poet, saviour, knower, lover !

Let the infidels of These States laugh all faith away ! If one man be found who has faith, let the rest set upon him ! Let them affright faith ! Let them destroy the power of breeding faith !

Let the she-harlots and the he-harlots be prudent ! Let them dance on, while seeming lasts ! (0 seeming ! seeming ! seeming !)

Let the preachers recite creeds ! Let them teach only what they have been taught !

Let the preachers of creeds never dare to go meditate candidly upon the hills, alone, by day or by night ! (If one ever once dare, he is lost !)

Let insanity have charge of sanity !

Let books take the place of trees, animals, rivers, clouds !

Let the daubed portraits of heroes supersede heroes !

Let the manhood of man never take steps after itself J Let it take steps after eunuchs, and after con> sumptive and genteel persons !

Let the white person tread the black person under his heel ! (Say ! which is trodden under heel, after all?)

Let the reflections of the things of the world be studied in mirrors ! Let the things themselves continue unstudied !

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Let a man seek pleasure everywhere except in him self! Let a woman seek happiness everywhere except in herself! (Say! what real happiness have you had one single time through your whole life ?)

Let the limited years of life do nothing for the limit less years of death ! (Say ! what do you suppose death will do, then ?)

i. You just maturing youth ! You male or female !

Remember the organic compact of These States,

Remember the pledge of the Old Thirteen thence forward to the rights, life, liberty, equality of man,

Remember what was promulged by the founders, rat ified by The States, signed in black and white by the Commissioners, and read by Washington at the head of the army,

Remember the purposes of the founders, Remember Washington ;

Remember the copious humanity streaming from every direction toward America ;

Remember the hospitality that belongs to nations and men ; (Cursed be nation, woman, man, without hospitality !)

Remember, government is to subserve individuals,

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Not any, not the President, is to have one jot more

than you or me, Not any habitan of America is to have one jot less

than you or me.

2. Anticipate when the thirty or fifty millions, are to be

come the hundred, or two hundred millions, of equal freemen and freewomen, amicably joined.

3. Recall ages One age is but a part ages are but a

part; Eecall the angers, bickerings, delusions, superstitions,

of the idea of caste, Recall the bloody cruelties and crimes.

4. Anticipate the best women ;

I say an unnumbered new race of hardy and well- defined women are to spread through all These States,

I say a girl fit for These States must be free, capable, dauntless, just the same as a boy.

5 Anticipate your own life retract with merciless power,

Shirk nothing retract in time Do you see those errors, diseases, weaknesses, lies, thefts ?

Do you see that lost character? Do you see de cay, consumption, rum-drinking, dropsy, fever, mortal cancer or inflammation ?

Do you see death, and the approach of death ?

e. Think of the Soul ;

I swear to you that body of yours gives proportions to

your Soul somehow to live in other spheres, I do not know how, but I know it is so.

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7. Think of loving and being loved ; I swear to you, whoever you are, you can interfuse yourself with such things that everybody that sees you shall look longingly upon you.

s. Think of the past ;

I warn you that in a little while, others will find their past in you and your times.

9 The race is never separated nor man nor woman

escapes,

All is inextricable things, spirits, nature, nations, you too from precedents you come.

10 Recall the ever-welcome defiers, (The mothers precede

them ;) Recall the sages, poets, saviours, inventors, lawgivers,

of the earth, Recall Christ, brother of rejected persons brother

of slaves, felons, idiots, and of insane and diseased

persons.

11. Think of the time when you was not yet born, Think of times you stood at the side of the dying, Think of the time when your own body will be dying.

12. Think of spiritual results,

Sure as the earth swims through the heavens, does every one of its objects pass into spiritual results.

13. Think of manhood, and you to be a man ;

Do you count manhood, and the sweet of manhood, nothing ?

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H. Think of womanhood, and you to be a woman ; The creation is womanhood, Have I not said that womanhood involves all ? Have I not told how the universe has nothing better than the best womanhood ?

i. WITH antecedents, With my fathers and mothers, and the accumulations

of past ages, With all which, had it not been, I would not now be

here, as I am,

With Egypt, India, Phenicia, Greece, and Rome, With the Celt, the Scandinavian, the Alb, and the

Saxon, With antique maritime ventures with laws, arti-

sanship, wars, and journeys, With the poet, the skald, the saga, the myth, and the

oracle, With the sale of slaves with enthusiasts with

the troubadour, the crusader, and the monk, With those old continents whence we have come to this

new continent,

With the fading kingdoms and kings over there, With the fading religions and priests, With the small shores we look back to, from our own

large and present shores,

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With countless years drawing themselves onward, and

arrived at these years, You and Me arrived America arrived, and making

this year, This year ! sending itself ahead countless years to

come.

2. 0 but it is not the years it is I it is You, We touch all laws, and tally all antecedents,

We are the skald, the oracle, the monk, and the

knight we easily include them, and more, We stand amid time, beginningless and endless we

stand amid evil and good, All swings around us there is as much darkness as

light, The very sun swings itself and its system of planets

around us, Its sun, and its again, all swing around us.

3. As for me,

I have the idea of all, and am all, and believe in all ; I believe materialism is true, and spiritualism is true I reject no part.

4. Have I forgotten any part ?

Come to me, whoever and whatever, till I give you recognition.

5. I respect Assyria, China, Teutonia, and the Hebrews, I adopt each theory, myth, god, and demi-god,

I see that the old accounts, bibles, genealogies, are

true, without exception, I assert that all past days were what they should have

been,

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And that they could no-how have been better than

they were, And that to-day is what it should be and that

America is, And that to-day and America could no-how be better

than they are.

6. In the name of These States, and in your and my

name, the Past,

And in the name of These States, and in your and my name, the Present time.

7. I know that the past was great, and the future will

be great,

And I know that both curiously conjoint in the pres ent time,

(For the sake of him I typify for the common average man's sake your sake, if you are he;)

And that where I am, or you are, this present day, there is the centre of all days, all races,

And there is the meaning, to us, of all that has ever come of races and days, or ever will come.

SPLENDOR of falling day, floating and filling me, Hour prophetic hour resuming the past, Inflating my throat you, divine average ! You, Earth and Life, till the last ray gleams, I sing.

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2. Open mouth of my Soul, uttering gladness, Eyes of my Soul, seeing perfection, Natural life of me, faithfully praising things, Corroborating forever the triumph of things.

3. Illustrious every one !

Illustrious what we name space sphere of unnum bered spirits,

Illustrious the mystery of motion, in all beings, even the tiniest insect,

Illustrious the attribute of speech the senses the body,

Illustrious the passing light ! Illustrious the pale reflection on the moon in the western sky !

Illustrious whatever I see, or hear, or touch, to the last.

4. Good in all,

In the satisfaction and aplomb of animals,

In the annual return of the seasons,

In the hilarity of youth,

In the strength and flush of manhood,

In the grandeur and exquisiteness of old age,

In the superb vistas of Death.

6. Wonderful to depart ! Wonderful to be here !

The heart, to jet the all-alike and innocent blood, To breathe the air, how delicious ! To speak ! to walk ! to seize something by the hand ! To prepare for sleep, for bed to look on my rose- colored flesh, To be conscious of my body, so amorous, so large,

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To be this incredible God I am,

To have gone forth among other Gods those men and women I love.

e. Wonderful how I celebrate you and myself !

How my thoughts play subtly at the spectacles

around !

How the clouds pass silently overhead ! How the earth darts on and on ! and how the sun,

moon, stars, dart on and on ! How the water sports and sings ! (Surely it is

alive !) How the trees rise and stand up with strong trunks

with branches and leaves !

(Surely there is something more in each of the trees some living Soul.)

7. 0 amazement of things ! even the least particle ! 0 spirituality of things !

0 strain musical, flowing through ages and continents

now reaching me and America !

1 take your strong chords I intersperse them, and

cheerfully pass them forward.

s. I too carol the sun, ushered, or at noon, or setting, I too throb to the brain and beauty of the earth, and

of all the growths of the earth, I too have felt the resistless call of myself.

9. As I sailed down the Mississippi, As I wandered over the prairies, As I have lived As I have looked through my. windows, my eyes,

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As I went forth in the morning As I beheld the

light breaking in the east, As I bathed on the beach of the Eastern Sea, and

again on the beach on the Western Sea, As I roamed the streets of inland Chicago whatever

streets I have roamed, Wherever I have been, I have charged myself with

contentment and triumph.

10. I sing the Equalities,

I sing the endless finales of things, I say Nature continues Glory continues, I praise with electric voice,

For I do not see one imperfection in the universe, And I do not see one cause or result lamentable at last in the universe.

11. 0 setting sun ! 0 when the time comes,

I still warble under you, if none else does, unmiti gated adoration !

A THOUGHT of what I am here for,

Of these years I sing how they pass through con vulsed pains, as through parturitions ;

How America illustrates birth, gigantic youth, - the promise, the sure fulfilment, despite of people Illustrates evil as well as good ;

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Of how many hold despairingly yet to the models

departed, caste, myths, obedience, compulsion,

and to infidelity ; How few see the arrived models, the Athletes, The

States or see freedom or spirituality or hold

any faith in results, (But I see the Athletes and I see the results

glorious and inevitable and they again leading

to other results ;) How the great cities appear How the Democratic

masses, turbulent, wilful, as I love them, How the whirl, the contest, the wrestle of evil with

good, the sounding and resounding, keep on

and on ; How society waits unformed, and is between things

ended and things begun; How America is the continent of glories, and of the

triumph of freedom, and of the Democracies, and

of the fruits of society, and of all that is begun ; And how The States are complete in themselves

And how all triumphs and glories are complete

in themselves, to lead onward, And how these of mine, and of The States, will in

their turn be convulsed, and serve other par turitions and transitions,

And how all people, sights, combinations, the Demo cratic masses too, serve and how every fact

serves, And how now, or at any time, each serves the

exquisite transition of Death.

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HISTORIAN ! you who celebrate bygones !

You have explored the outward, the surface of the races the life that has exhibited itself,

You have treated man as the creature of politics, aggregates, rulers, and priests ;

But now I also, arriving, contribute something :

I, an habitue of the Alleghanies, treat man as he is in the influences of Nature, in himself, in his own inalienable rights,

Advancing, to give the spirit and the traits of new

Democratic ages, myself, personally, (Let the future behold them all in me Me, so puzzling and contradictory Me, a Manhattan- ese, the most loving and arrogant of men ;)

I do not tell the usual facts, proved by records and documents,

What I tell, (talking to every born American,) requires no further proof than he or she who will hear me, will furnish, by silently meditating alone ;

I press the pulse of the life that has hitherto seldom exhibited itself, but has generally sought con cealment, (the great pride of man, in himself,)

I illuminate feelings, faults, yearnings, hopes I have come at last, no more ashamed nor afraid ;

Chanter of Personality, outlining a history yet to be,

I project the ideal man, the American of the future.

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THE thought of fruitage,

Of Death, (the life greater) of seeds dropping into

the ground of birth, Of the steady concentration of America, inland,

upward, to impregnable and swarming places, Of what Indiana, Kentucky, Ohio and the rest, are

to be, Of what a few years will show there in Missouri,

Kansas, Iowa, Wisconsin, Minnesota and the

rest, Of what the feuillage of America is the preparation

for and of what all the sights, North, South,

East and West, are; Of the temporary use of materials for identity's

sake, Of departing of the growth of a mightier race

than any yet, Of myself, soon, perhaps, closing up my songs by

these shores, Of California of Oregon and of me journeying

hence to live and sing there ; Of the Western Sea of the spread inland between

it and the spinal river,

Of the great pastoral area, athletic and feminine, Of all sloping down there where the fresh free- giver, the mother, the Mississippi flows and

Westward still;

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Of future men and women there of happiness in those high plateaus, ranging three thousand miles, warm and cold,

Of cities yet unsurveyed and unsuspected, (as I am also, and as it must be,)

Of the new and good names of the strong develop ments of the inalienable homesteads,

Of a free original life there of simple diet, and clean and sweet blood,

Of litheness, majestic faces, clear eyes, and perfect physique there,

Of immense spiritual results, future years, inland, spread there each side of the Anahuacs,

Of these Leaves well-understood there, (being made for that area,)

Of the native scorn of grossness and gain there, (0 it lurks in me night and day What is gain, after all, to savageness and freedom ?)

1. To oratists to male or female,

Vocalism, breath, measure, concentration, determina tion, and the divine power to use words.

2. Are you eligible ?

Are you full-lung' d and limber-lipp'd from long trial ? from vigorous practice ? from physique ?

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Do you move in these broad lands as broad as they ? Remembering inland America, the high plateaus,

stretching long? Remembering Kanada Remembering what edges

the vast round edge of the Mexican Sea? Come duly to the divine power to use words ?

s. For only at last, after many years after chastity, friendship, procreation, prudence, and nakedness,

After treading ground and breasting river and lake,

After a loosened throat after absorbing eras, tem peraments, races after knowledge, freedom, crimes,

After complete faith after clarifyings, elevations, and removing obstructions,

After these, and more, it is just possible there comes to a man, a woman, the divine power to use words.

4. Then toward that man or that woman swiftly hasten

all None refuse, all attend,

Armies, ships, antiquities, the dead, libraries, paint ings, machines, cities, hate, despair, amity, pain, theft, murder, aspiration, form in close ranks,

They debouch as they are wanted to march obediently through the mouth of that man, or that woman.

5. 0 now I see arise orators fit for inland America, And I see it is as slow to become an orator as to

become a man, And I see that power is folded in a great vocalism.

6.

Of a great vocalism, when you hear it, <;he merciless light shall pour, and the storm rage, around,

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Every flash shall be a revelation, an insult,

The glaring flame turned on depths, on heights, on

suns, on stars,

On the interior and exterior of man or woman, On the laws of Nature on passive materials, On what you called death and what to you there fore was death, As far as there can be death.

1. LAWS for Creations,

For strong artists and leaders for fresh broods of

teachers, and perfect literats for America, For diverse savans, and coming musicians.

2. There shall be no subject but it shall be treated with

reference to the ensemble of the world, and the compact truth of the world And no coward or copyist shall be allowed ;

There shall be no subject too pronounced All works shall illustrate the divine law of indirections ;

There they stand I see them already, each poised and in its place,

Statements, models, censuses, poems, dictionaries, biographies, essays, theories How complete I How relative and interfused ! No one super sedes another ;

They do not seem to me like the old specimens,

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They seem to me like Nature at last, (America has

given birth to them, and I have also ;) They seem to me at last as perfect as the animals,

and as the rocks and weeds fitted to them, Fitted to the sky, to float with floating clouds to

rustle among the trees with rustling leaves, To stretch with stretched and level waters, where

ships silently sail in the distance.

3. What do you suppose Creation is ?

What do you suppose will satisfy the Soul, except to

walk free and own no superior ? What do you suppose I have intimated to you in a

hundred ways, but that man or woman is as good

as God? And that there is no God any more divine than

Yourself ? And that that is what the oldest and newest myths

finally mean ? And that you or any one must approach Creations

through such laws ?

i. POETS to come ! Not to-day is to justify me, and Democracy, and

what we are for, But you, a new brood, native, athletic, continental,

greater than before known, You must justify me.

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2. Indeed, if it were not for you, what would I be ? What is the little I have done, except to arouse you ?

3. I depend on being realized, long hence, where the

broad fat prairies spread, and thence to Oregon and California inclusive,

1 expect that the Texan and the Arizonian, ages hence, will understand me,

I expect that the future Carolinian and Georgian will understand me and love me,

I expect that Kanadians, a hundred, and perhaps- many hundred years from now, in winter, in the splendor of the snow and woods, or on the icy lakes, will take me with them, and permanently enjoy themselves with me.

4. Of to-day I know I am momentary, untouched I

am the bard of the future,

I but write one or two indicative words for the future, I but advance a moment, only to wheel and hurry

back in the darkness.

5. I am a man who, sauntering along, without fully

stopping, turns a casual look upon you, and then

averts his face,

Leaving it to you to prove and define it, Expecting the main things from you.

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WHO has gone farthest ? For I swear I will go

farther ; And who has been just ? For I would be the most

just person of the earth ; And who most cautious ? For I would be more

cautious ; And who has been happiest? 0 I think it is I! I

think no one was ever, happier than I ; And who has lavished all? For I lavish constantly

the best I have ;

And who has been firmest ? For I would be firmer ; And who proudest ? For I think I have reason to be

the proudest son alive for I am the son of the

brawny and tall-topt city ; And who has been bold and true ? For I would be

the boldest and truest being of the universe ; And who benevolent? For I would show more be nevolence than all the rest ; And who has projected beautiful words through the

longest time ? By God ! I will outvie him ! I

will say such words, they shall stretch through

longer time ! And who has received the love of the most friends ?

For I know what it is to receive the passionate

love of many friends ; And to whom has been given the sweetest from

women, and paid them in kind ? For I will

take the like sweets and pay them in kind ;

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And who possesses a perfect and enamoured body ?

For I do not believe any one possesses a more

perfect or enamoured body than mine ; And who thinks the amplest thoughts ? For I will

surround those thoughts ; And who has made hymns fit for the earth ? For I

am mad with devouring extacy to make joyous

hymns for the whole earth !

THEY shall arise in the States mediums shall, They shall report Nature, laws, physiology, and

happiness,

They shall illustrate Democracy and the kosmos, They shall be alimentive, amative, perceptive, They shall be complete women and men their pose brawny and supple, their drink water, their blood clean and clear,

They shall enjoy materialism and the sight of prod ucts they shall enjoy the sight of the beef, lumber, bread-stuffs, of Chicago, the great city, They shall train themselves to go in public to become

oratists, (orators and oratresses,) Strong and sweet shall their tongues be poems and materials of poems shall come from their lives they shall be makers and finders, Of them, and of their works, shall emerge divine conveyers, to convey gospels,

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Characters, events, retrospections, shall be conveyed in gospels Trees, animals, waters, shall be conveyed,

Death, the future, the invisible faith, shall all be conveyed.

1. Now we start hence, I with the rest, on our jour

neys through The States,

We willing learners of all, teachers of all, and lovers of all.

2. I have watched the seasons dispensing themselves,

and passing on,

And I have said, Why should not a man or woman do as much as the seasons, and effuse as much ?

3. We dwell a while in every city and town,

We pass through Kanada, the north-east, the vast

valley of the Mississippi, and the Southern

States,

We confer on equal terms with each of The States, We make trial of ourselves, and invite men and

women to hear, We say to ourselves, Remember, fear not, be candid,

promulge the body and the Soul, Promulge real things Never forget the equality of

humankind, and never forget immortality;

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Dwell a while, and pass on Be copious, temperate,

chaste, magnetic, And what you effuse may then return as the seasons

return, And may be just as much as the seasons.

ME imperturbe,

Me standing at ease in Nature,

Master of all, or mistress of all aplomb in the midst of irrational things,

Imbued as they passive, receptive, silent as they,

Finding my occupation, poverty, notoriety, foibles, crimes, less important than I thought ;

Me private, or public, or menial, or solitary all these subordinate, (I am eternally equal with the best I am not subordinate ;)

Me toward the Mexican Sea, or in the Mannahatta, or the Tennessee, or far north, or inland,

A river-man, or a man of the woods, or of any farm- life of These States, or of the coast, or the lakes, or Kanada,

Me, wherever my life is to be lived 5 0 to be self-bal anced for contingencies !

0 to confront night, storms, hunger, ridicule, acci dents, rebuffs, as the trees and animals do.

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I WAS looking a long while for the history of the past for myself, and for these Chants and now I have found it, It is not in those paged fables in the libraries, (them

I neither accept nor reject,) It is no more in the legends than in all else, It is in the present it is this earth to-day, It is in Democracy in this America the old world

also, It is the life of one man or one woman to-day, the

average man of to-day ;

It is languages, social customs, literatures, arts, It is the broad show of artificial things, ships, ma chinery, politics, creeds, modern improvements, and the interchanges of nations, All for the average man of to-day.

i. ..IMERICAN mouth-songs ! Those of mechanics each one singing his, as it

should be, blithe and strong, The carpenter singing his, as he measures his plank

or beam,

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The mason singing his, as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work,

The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat the deck-hand singing on the steamboat deck,

The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench the hatter singing as he stands,

The wood-cutter's song the ploughboy's, on his way in the morning, or at the noon intermission, or at sundown ;

The delicious singing of the mother or of the young wife at work or of the girl sewing or washing Each singing what belongs to her, and to none else,

The day what belongs to the day At night, the party of young fellows, robust, friendly, clean- blooded, singing with melodious voices, melo dious thoughts.

2. Come ! some of you ! still be flooding The States with hundreds and thousands of mouth-songs, fit for The States only.

As I walk, solitary, unattended,

Around me I hear that eclat of the world politics,

produce,

The announcements of recognized things science, The approved growth of cities, and the spread of

inventions.

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2. I see the ships, (they will last a few years,)

The vast factories with their foremen and workmen, And hear the indorsement of all, and do not object to it.

3. But we too announce solid things,

Science, ships, politics, cities, factories, are not noth ing they serve, They stand for realities all is as it should be.

4. Then my realities,

What else is so real as mine ?

Libertad, and the divine average Freedom to every slave on the face of the earth,

The rapt promises and lumine of seers the spir itual world these centuries-lasting songs,

And our visions, the visions of poets, the most solid announcements of any.

5. For we support all,

After the rest is done and gone, we remain,

There is no final reliance but upon us,

Democracy rests finally upon us, (I, my brethren,

begin it,) And our visions sweep through eternity.

1,

1. ELEMENTAL drifts!

0 I wish I could impress others as you and the waves have just been impressing me.

2. As I ebbed with an ebb of the ocean of life, As I wended the shores I know,

As I walked where the sea-ripples wash you, Pau- manok,

Where they rustle up, hoarse and sibilant,

Where the fierce old mother endlessly cries for her castaways,

I, musing, late in the autumn day, gazing off south ward,

Alone, held by the eternal self of me that threatens to get the better of me, and stifle me,

Was seized by the spirit that trails in the lines underfoot,

In the rim, the sediment, that stands for all the water and all the land of the globe.

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3. Fascinated, my eyes, reverting from the south,

dropped, to follow those slender winrows,

Chaff, straw, splinters of wood, weeds, and the sea- gluten,

Scum, scales from shining rocks, leaves of salt- lettuce, left by the tide ;

Miles walking, the sound of breaking waves the other side of me,

Paumanok, there and then, as I thought the old thought of likenesses,

These you presented to me, you fish-shaped island,

As I wended the shores I know,

As I walked with that eternal self of me, seeking types.

4. As I wend the shores I know not,

As I listen to the dirge, the voices of men and women

wrecked, As I inhale the impalpable breezes that set in

upon me, As the ocean so mysterious rolls toward me closer

and closer, At once I find, the least thing that belongs to me, or

that I see or touch, I know not ; I, too, but signify, at the utmost, a little washed-up

drift,

A few sands and dead leaves to gather, Gather, and merge myself as part of the sands and

drift.

5. 0 baffled, balked,

Bent to the very earth, here preceding what follows, Oppressed with myself that I have dared to open my mouth,

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Aware now, that, amid all the blab whose echoes recoil upon me, I have not once had the least idea who or what I am,

But that before all my insolent poems the real ME still stands untouched, untold, altogether un- reached,

Withdrawn far, mocking me with mock-congrat ulatory signs and bows,

With peals of distant ironical laughter at every word I have written or shall write,

Striking me with insults till I fall helpless upon the sand.

e. 0 I perceive I have not understood anything not a single object and that no man ever can.

7. I perceive Nature here, in sight of the sea, is taking advantage of me, to dart upon me, and sting me,

Because I was assuming so much,

And because I have dared to open my mouth to sing at all.

s. You oceans both ! You tangible land ! Nature !

Be not too rough with me I submit I close with

you, These little shreds shall, indeed, stand for all.

9. You friable shore, with trails of debris !

You fish-shaped island ! I take what is underfoot ; What is yours is mine, my father.

10. I too Paumanok,

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I too am but a trail of drift and debris, I too leave little wrecks upon you, you fish-shaped island.

11. I throw myself upon your breast, my father, I cling to you so that you cannot unloose me,

I hold you so firm, till you answer me something.

12. Kiss me, my father,

Touch me with your lips, as I touch those I love, Breathe to me, while I hold you close, the secret of

the wondrous murmuring I envy, For I fear I shall become crazed, if I cannot emulate

it, and utter myself as well as it.

13. Sea-raff! Crook-tongued waves !

0, I will yet sing, some day, what you have said to me.

14. Ebb, ocean of life, (the flow will return,) Cease not your moaning, you fierce old mother, Endlessly cry for your castaways but fear not,

deny not me,

Rustle not up so hoarse and angry against my feet, as I touch you, or gather from you.

is. I mean tenderly by you,

I gather for myself, and for this phantom, looking down where we lead, and following me and mine.

16. Me and mine !

We, loose winrows, little corpses, Froth, snowy white, and bubbles,

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(See ! from my dead lips the ooze exuding at last ! See the prismatic colors, glistening and rolling !) Tufts of straw, sands, fragments, Buoyed hither from many moods, one contradicting

another, From the storm, the long calm, the darkness, the

swell, Musing, pondering, a breath, a briny tear, a dab of

liquid or soil,

Up just as much out of fathomless workings fer mented and thrown, A limp blossom or two, torn, just as much over waves

floating, drifted at random,

Just as much for us that sobbing dirge of Nature, Just as much, whence we come, that blare of the

cloud-trumpets ; We, capricious, brought hither, we know not whence,

spread out before You, up there, walking or

sitting, Whoever you are we too lie in drifts at your feet.

i. GREAT are the myths I too delight in them, Great are Adam and Eve I too look back and

accept them, Great the risen and fallen nations, and their poets,

women, sages, inventors, rulers, warriors, and

priests.

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2. Great is Liberty ! great is Equality ! I am their fol lower,

Helmsmen of nations, choose your craft ! where you sail, I sail,

Yours is the muscle of life or death yours is the perfect science in you I have absolute faith.

3 Great is To-day, and beautiful,

It is good to live in this age there never was any better.

4. Great are the plunges, throes, triumphs, downfalls of

Democracy,

Great the reformers, with their lapses and screams, Great the daring and venture of sailors, on new ex plorations.

5. Great are Yourself and Myself,

We are just as good and bad as the oldest and young est or any,

What the best and worst did, we could do, What they felt, do not we feel it in ourselves ? What they wished, do we not wish the same ?

e. Great is Youth equally great is Old Age great

are the Day and Night,

Great is Wealth great is Poverty great is Ex pression great is Silence.

7. Youth, large, lusty, loving Youth, full of grace,

force, fascination,

Do you know that Old Age may come after you, with equal grace, force, fascination ?

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s. Day, full-blown and splendid Day of the immense

sun, action, ambition, laughter,

The Night follows close, with millions of suns, and sleep, and restoring darkness.

9. Wealth with the flush hand, fine clothes, hospitality, But then the Soul's wealth, which is candor, knowl edge, pride, enfolding love;

(Who goes for men and women showing Poverty richer than wealth ?)

10. Expression of speech ! in what is written or said, for

get not that Silence is also expressive, That anguish as hot as the hottest, and contempt as

cold as the coldest, may be without words, That the true adoration is likewise without words,

and without kneeling.

11. Great is the greatest Nation the nation of clusters

of equal nations.

12. Great is the Earth, and the way it became what it is ; Do you imagine it is stopped at this ? the increase

abandoned ?

Understand then that it goes as far onward from this, as this is from "the times when it lay in covering waters and gases, before man had ap peared.

is. Great is the quality of Truth in man,

The quality of truth in man supports itself through all changes,

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It is inevitably in the man he and it are in love, and never leave each other.

14. The truth in man is no dictum, it is vital as eye

sight, If there be any Soul, there is truth if there be man

or woman, there is truth if there be physical

or moral, there is truth, If there be equilibrium or volition, there is truth

if there be things at all upon the earth, there

is truth.

15. 0 truth of the earth ! 0 truth of things ! I am de

termined to press my way toward you, Sound your voice ! I scale mountains, or dive in the sea after you.

16. Great is Language it is the mightiest of the sci

ences,

It is the fulness, color, form, diversity of the earth, and of men and women, and of all qualities and processes,

It is greater than wealth it is greater than build ings, ships, religions, paintings, music.

17. Great is the English speech what speech is so

great as the English ? Great is the English brood what brood has so vast

a destiny as the English ? It is the mother of the brood that must rule the earth

with the new rule, The new rule shall rule as the Soul rules, and as the

love, justice, equality in the Soul, rule.

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is Great is Law great are the old few landmarks of

the law,

They are the same in all times, and shall not be disturbed.

19. Great are commerce, newspapers, books, free-trade, railroads, steamers, international mails, tele graphs, exchanges.

20 Great is Justice !

Justice is not settled by legislators and laws it is in

the Soul, It cannot be varied by statutes, any more than love,

pride, the attraction of gravity, can, It is immutable it does not depend on majorities

majorities or what not come at last before the

same passionless and exact tribunal.

21. For justice are the grand natural lawyers and perfect

judges it is in their Souls,

It is well assorted they have riot studied for noth ing the great includes the less,

They rule on the highest grounds they oversee all eras, states, administrations.

22. The perfect judge fears nothing he could go front

to front before God,

Before the perfect judge all shall stand back life and death shall stand back heaven and hell shall stand back.

2.3. Great is Goodness !

I do not know what it is, any more than I know what health is but I know it is great.

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24. Great is Wickedness I find I often admire it, just as

much as I admire goodness, Do you call that a paradox ? It certainly is a paradox.

25. The eternal equilibrium of things is great, and the

eternal overthrow of things is great, And there is another paradox.

26. Great is Life, real and mystical, wherever and whoever, Great is Death sure as Life holds all parts together,

Death holds all parts together, Death has just as much purport as Life has, Do you enjoy what Life confers ? you shall enjoy what

Death confers, I do not understand the realities of Death, but I know

they are great, I do not understand the least reality of Life how then

can I understand the realities of Death ?

3.

1. A YOUNG man came to me with a message from his

brother, How should the young man know the whether and

when of his brother ? Tell him to send me the signs.

2. And I stood before the young man face to face, and

took his right hand in my left hand, and his left hand in my right hand,

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And I answered for his brother, and for men, and I answered for THE POET, and sent these signs.

3. Him all wait for him all yield up to his word is

decisive and final,

Him they accept, in him lave, in him perceive them selves, as amid light,

Him they immerse, and he immerses them.

4. Beautiful women, the haughtiest nations, laws, the

landscape, people, animals, The profound earth and its attributes, and the unquiet

ocean,

All enjoyments and properties, and money, and what ever money will buy, The best farms others toiling and planting, and he

unavoidably reaps, The noblest and costliest cities others grading and

building, and he domiciles there, Nothing for any one, but what is for him near and

far are for him, The ships in the offing the perpetual shows and

marches on land, are for him, if they are for any

body.

a. He puts things in their attitudes,

He puts to-day out of himself, with plasticity and love,

He places his own city, times, reminiscences, parents, brothers and sisters, associations, employment, politics, so that the rest never shame them after ward, nor assume to command them.

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c. He is the answerer,

What can be answered he answers and what cannot be answered, he shows how it cannot be answered.

7. A man is a summons and challenge ;

(It is vain to skulk Do you hear that mocking and laughter ? Do you hear the ironical echoes ?)

8. Books, friendships, philosophers, priests, action, pleas

ure, pride, beat up and down, seeking to give satisfaction,

He indicates the satisfaction, and indicates them that beat up and down also.

9. Whichever the sex, whatever the season or place, he

may go freshly and gently and safely, by day or by night,

He has the pass-key of hearts to him the response of the prying of hands on the knobs.

10. His welcome is universal the flow of beauty is not

more welcome or universal than he is, The person he favors by day or sleeps with at night is blessed.

n. Every existence has its idiom everything has an

idiom and tongue, He resolves all tongues into his own, and bestows it

upon men, and any man translates, and any man

translates himself also, One part does not counteract another part he is the

joiner he sees how they join.

12. He says indifferently and alike, How are you, friend? to the President at his levee,

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And he says, Good-day, my brother! to Cudge that

hoes in the sugar-field, And both understand him, and know that his speech

is right.

13. He walks with perfect ease in the capitol,

He walks among the Congress, and one representative says to another, Here is our equal, appearing and new.

14. Then the mechanics take him for a mechanic,

And the soldiers suppose him to be a captain, and the sailors that he has followed the sea,

And the authors take him for an author, and the artists for an artist,

And the laborers perceive he could labor with them and love them,

No matter what the work is, that he is the one to fol low it, or has followed it,

No matter what the nation, that he might find his brothers and sisters there.

15. The English believe he comes of their English stock,

* A Jew to the Jew he seems a Russ to the Russ usual and near, removed from none.

IG. Whoever he looks at in the traveller's coffee-house

claims him, The Italian or Frenchman is sure, and the German is

sure, and the Spaniard is sure, and the island

Cuban is sure ; The engineer, the deck-hand on the great lakes, or on

the Mississippi, or St. Lawrence, or Sacramento,

or Hudson, or Paumanok Sound, claims him.

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17. The gentleman of perfect blood acknowledges his per fect blood,

The insulter, the prostitute, the angry person, the beggar, see themselves in the ways of him he strangely transmutes them,

They are not vile any more they hardly know them selves, they are so grown.

is. Do you think it would be good to be the writer of melodious verses ?

Well, it would be good to be the writer of melodious verses ;

But what are verses beyond the flowing character you could have ? or beyond beautiful manners and behavior ?

Or beyond one manly or affectionate deed of an ap prentice-boy ? or old woman ? or man that has been in prison, or is likely to be in prison ?

i. SOMETHING startles me where I thought I was safest, I withdraw from the still woods I loved, I will not go now on the pastures to walk, I will not strip the clothes from my body to meet my

lover the sea, I will not touch my flesh to the earth, as to other

flesh, to renew me.

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2. 0 Earth !

0 how can the ground of you not sicken ? How can you be alive, you growths of spring ?

How can you furnish health, you blood of herbs, roots,

orchards, grain ? Are they not continually putting distempered corpses

in you? Is not every continent worked over and over with sour

dead?

3. Where have you disposed of those carcasses of the

drunkards and gluttons of so many generations ? Where have you drawn oif all the foul liquid and meat ?

1 do not see any of it upon you to-day or perhaps

I am deceived,

I will run a furrow with my plough I will press my spade through the sod, and turn it up un derneath,

I am sure I shall expose some of the foul meat.

4. Behold !

This is the compost of billions of premature corpses, Perhaps every mite has once formed part of a sick

person Yet behold ! The grass covers the prairies, The bean bursts noiselessly through the mould in the

garden,

The delicate spear of the onion pierces upward, The apple-buds cluster together on the apple-branches, The resurrection of the wheat appears with pale visage

out of its graves,

The tinge awakes over the willow-tree and the mul berry-tree,

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The he-birds carol mornings and evenings, while the

she-birds sit on their nests,

The young of poultry break through the hatched eggs, The new-born of animals appear the calf is dropt

from the cow, the colt from the mare, Out of its little hill faithfully rise the potato's dark

green leaves,

Out of its hill rises the yellow maize-stalk ; The summer growth is innocent and disdainful above

all those strata of sour dead.

5. What chemistry !

That the winds are really not infectious,

That this is no cheat, this transparent green-wash of

the sea, which is so amorous after me, That it is safe to allow it to lick my naked body all

over with its tongues, That it will not endanger me with the fevers that

have deposited themselves in it, That all is clean, forever and forever, That the cool drink from the well tastes so good, That blackberries are so flavorous and juicy, That the fruits of the apple-orchard, and of the

orange-orchard that melons, grapes, peaches,

plums, will none of them poison me, That when I recline on the grass I do not catch any

disease, Though probably every spear of grass rises out of

what was once a catching disease.

6. Now I am terrified at the Earth ! it is that calm and

patient, It grows such sweet things out of such corruptions,

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It turns harmless and stainless on its axis, with such

endless successions of diseased corpses, It distils such exquisite winds out of such infused

fetor, It renews, with such unwitting looks, its prodigal,

annual, sumptuous crops, It gives such divine materials to men, and accepts

such leavings from them at last.

1. ALL day I have walked the city, and talked with my

friends, and thought of prudence, Of time, space, reality of such as these, and abreast with them, prudence.

2. After all, the last explanation remains to be made

about prudence,

Little and large alike drop quietly aside from the prudence that suits immortality.

3. The Soul is of itself,

All verges to it all has reference to what ensues, All that a person does, says, thinks, is of conse quence,

Not a move can a man or woman make, that affects him or her in a day, month, any part of the direct life-time, or the hour of death, but the same aifects him or her onward afterward through the indirect life-time.

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4. The indirect is more than the direct,

The spirit receives from the body just as much as it gives to the body, if not more.

5. Not one word or deed not venereal sore, discolor

ation, privacy of the onanist, putridity of gluttons or rum-drinkers, peculation, cunning, betrayal, murder, seduction, prostitution, but has results beyond death, as really as before death.

e. Charity and personal force are the only investments worth anything.

7. No specification is necessary all that a male or female does, that is vigorous, benevolent, clean, is so much profit to him or her, in the unshakable order of the universe, and through the whole scope of it forever.

s. Who has been wise, receives interest,

Savage, felon, President, judge, farmer, sailor, me chanic, young, old, it is the same, The interest will come round all will come round.

9. Singly, wholly, to affect now, affected their time, will

forever affect, all of the past, and all of the

present, and all of the future, All the brave actions of war and peace, All help given to relatives, strangers, the poor, old,

sorrowful, young children, widows, the sick, and

to shunned persons, All furtherance of fugitives, and of the escape of

slaves,

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All self-denial that stood steady and aloof on wrecks, and saw others fill the seats of the boats,

All offering of substance or life for the good old cause, or for a friend's sake, or opinion's sake,

All pains of enthusiasts, scoffed at by their neighbors,

All the limitless sweet love and precious suffering of mothers,

All honest men baffled in strifes recorded or unre corded,

All the grandeur and good of ancient nations whose fragments we inherit,

All the good of the hundreds of ancient nations un known to us by name, date, location,

All that was ever manfully begun, whether it suc ceeded or no,

All suggestions of the divine mind of man, or the divinity of his mouth, or the shaping of his great hands ;

All that is well thought or said this day on any part of the globe or on any of the wandering stars, or on any of the fixed stars, by those there as we are here,

All that is henceforth to be thought or done by you, whoever you are, or by any one,

These inure, have inured, shall inure, to the identities from which they sprang, or shall spring.

10. Did you guess anything lived only its moment ?

The world does not so exist no parts palpable or

impalpable so exist,

No consummation exists without being from some long previous consummation and that from some other,

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Without the farthest conceivable one coming a bit nearer the beginning than any.

11. Whatever satisfies Souls is true,

Prudence entirely satisfies the craving and glut of

Souls,

Itself finally satisfies the Soul, The Soul has that measureless pride which revolts

from every lesson but its own.

12. Now I give you an inkling,

Now I breathe the word of the prudence that walks

abreast with time, space, reality, That answers the pride which refuses every lesson but

its own.

is. What is prudence, is indivisible,

Declines to separate one part of life from every part, Divides not the righteous from the unrighteous, or

the living from the dead,

Matches every thought or act by its correlative, Knows no possible forgiveness or deputed atonement, Knows that the young man who composedly perilled

his life and lost it, has done exceeding well for

himself, without doubt, That he who never perilled his life, but retains it to

old age in riches and ease, has probably achieved

nothing for himself worth mentioning ; Knows that only the person has really learned, who

has learned to prefer results, Who favors body and Soul the same, Who perceives the indirect assuredly following the

direct, Who in his spirit in any emergency whatever neither

hurries or avoids death.

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1. PERFECT sanity shows the master among philosophs, Time, always without flaw, indicates itself in parts, What always indicates the poet, is the crowd of the

pleasant company of singers, and their words,

The words of the singers are the hours or minutes of the light or dark but the words of the maker of poems are the general light and dark,

The maker of poems settles justice, reality, immor tality,

His insight and power encircle things and the human race,

He is the glory and extract, thus far, of things, and of the human race.

2. The singers do not beget only THE POET begets, The singers are welcomed, understood, appear often

enough but rare has the day been, likewise the spot, of the birth of the maker of poems, Not every century, or every five centuries, has con tained such a day, for all its names.

3. The singers of successive hours of centuries may have

ostensible names, but the name of each of them is one of the singers,

The name of each is, a heart-singer, eye-singer, hymn- singer, law-singer, ear-singer, head-singer, sweet- singer, wise-singer, droll-singer, thrift-singer, sea- singer, wit-singer, echo-singer, parlor-singer, love- singer, passion-singer, mystic-singer, fable-singer, item-singer, weeping-singer, or something else.

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4. All this time, and at all times, wait the words ol

poems ; The greatness of sons is the exuding of the greatness

of mothers and fathers, The words of poems are the tuft and final applause of

science.

5. Divine instinct, breadth of vision, the law of reason,

health, rudeness of body, withdrawnness, gayety, sun-tan, air-sweetness such are some of the words of poems.

e. The sailor and traveller underlie the maker of poems, The builder, geometer, mathematician, astronomer, melodist, chemist, anatomist, spiritualist, lan guage-searcher, geologist, phrenologist, artist all these underlie the maker of poems.

7. The words of poems give you more than poems, They give you to form for yourself poems, religions,

politics, war, peace, behavior, histories, essays,

romances, and everything else, They balance ranks, colors, races, creeds, and the

sexes,

They do not seek beauty they are sought, Forever touching them, or close upon them, follows

beauty, longing, fain, love-sick.

s. They prepare for death yet are they not the finish,

but rather the outset,

They bring none to his or her terminus, or to be con tent and full ;

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Whom they take, they take into space, to behold the birth of stars, to learn one of the meanings,

To launch off with absolute faith to sweep through the ceaseless rings, and never be quiet again.

7.

I NEED no assurances I am a man who is pre

occupied, of his own Soul ; I do not doubt that whatever I know at a given time,

there waits for me more, which I do not know ; I do not doubt that from under the feet, and beside

the hands and face I am cognizant of, are now

looking faces I am not cognizant of calm and

actual faces ; I do not doubt but the majesty and beauty of the

world are latent in any iota of the world ; I do not doubt there are realizations I have no idea of,

waiting for me through time, and through the

universes also upon this earth ; I do not doubt I am limitless, and that the universes

are limitles? in vain I try to think how

limitless ; I do not doubt that the orbs, and the systems of orbs,

play their swift sports through the air on purpose

and that 1 shall one day be eligible to do as

much as they, and more than they ; I do not doubt there is far more in trivialities, insects,

vulgar persons, slaves, dwarfs, weeds, rejected

refuse, than I have supposed ;

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I do not doubt there is more in myself than I have supposed and more in all men and women and more in my poems than I have supposed ;

I do not doubt that temporary affairs keep on and on, millions of years ;

I do not doubt interiors have their interiors, and exteriors have their exteriors and that the eye-sight has another eye-sight, and the hearing another hearing, and the voice another voice ;

I do not doubt that the passionately-wept deaths of young men are provided for and that the deaths of young women, and the deaths of little children, are provided for ;

I do not doubt that wrecks at sea, no matter what the horrors of them no matter whose wife, child, husband, father, lover, has gone down are pro vided for, to the minutest point ;

I do not doubt that shallowness, meanness, malig- nance, are provided for ;

I do not doubt that cities, you, America, the re mainder of the earth, politics, freedom, degra dations, are carefully provided for;

I do not doubt that whatever can possibly happen, any where, at any time, is provided for, in the inherences of things.

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1. WHAT shall I give ? and which are my miracles ?

2. Realism is mine my miracles Take freely,

Take without end I offer them to you wherever your feet can carry you, or your eyes reach.

3. Why ! who makes much of a miracle ?

As to me, I know of nothing else but miracles,

Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,

Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the

sky, Or wade with naked feet along the beach, just in ^ the

edge of the water, Or stand under trees in the woods, Or talk by day with any one I love or sleep in the

bed at night with any one I love, Or sit at the table at dinner with my mother, Or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car, Or watch honey-bees busy around the hive, of a sum

mer forenoon,

Or animals feeding in the fields, Or birds or the wonderfulness of insects in the air, Or the wonderfulness of the sun-down or of stars

shining so quiet and bright, Or the exquisite, delicate, thin curve of the new-moon

in spring ; Or whether I go among those I like best, and that like

me best mechanics, boatmen, farmers,

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Or among the savans or to the soiree or to the

opera, Or stand a long while looking at the movements of

machinery,

Or behold children at their sports, Or the admirable sight of the perfect old man, or the

perfect old woman,

Or the sick in hospitals, or the dead carried to burial, Or my own eyes and figure in the glass, These, with the rest, one and all, are to me miracles, The whole referring yet each distinct and in its

place.

4. To me, every hour of the light and dark is a miracle, Every inch of space is a miracle,

Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread

with the same.

Every cubic foot of the interior swarms with the same ; Every spear of grass the frames, limbs, organs, of

men and women, and all that concerns them, All these to me are unspeakably perfect miracles.

5. To me the sea is a continual miracle,

The fishes that swim the rocks the motion of the

waves the ships, with men in them, What stranger miracles are there ?

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9.

i THERE was a child went forth every day, And the first object he looked upon and received

with wonder, pity, love, or dread, that object he

became, And that object became part of him for the day, or a

certain part of the day, or for many years, or

stretching cycles of years.

2. The early lilacs became part of this child,

And grass, and white and red morning-glories, and

white and red clover, and the song of the phoebe-

bird, And the Third Month lambs, and the sow's pink-faint

litter, and the mare's foal, and the cow's calf, And the noisy brood of the barn-yard, or by the mire

of the pond-side, And the fish suspending themselves so curiously below

there and the beautiful curious liquid, And the water-plants with their graceful flat heads

all became part of him.

3. The field-sprouts of Fourth Month and Fifth Month

became part of him,

Winter-grain sprouts, and those of the light-yellow corn, and the esculent roots of the garden,

And the apple-trees covered with blossoms, and the fruit afterward, and wood-berries, and the com monest weeds by the road;

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And the old drunkard staggering home from the out house of the tavern, whence he had lately risen,

And the school-mistress that passed on her way to the school,

And the friendly boys that passed and the quarrel some boys,

And the tidy and fresh-cheeked girls and the bare foot negro boy and girl,

And all the changes of city and country, wherever he went.

4. His own parents,

He that had fathered him, and she that conceived him

in her womb, and birthed him, They gave this child more of themselves than that, They gave him afterward every day they and of

them became part of him.

5. The mother at home, quietly placing the dishes on the

supper-table, The mother with mild words clean her cap and

gown, a wholesome odor falling off her person

and clothes as she walks by;

The father, strong, self-sufficient, manly, mean, an gered, unjust, The blow, the quick loud word, the tight bargain, the

crafty lure, The family usages, the language, the company, the

furniture the yearning and swelling heart, Affection that will not be gainsayed the sense of

what is real the thought if, after all, it should

prove unreal, The doubts of day-time and the doubts of night-time

the curious whether and how,

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Whether that which appears so is so, or is it all flashes

and specks ? Men and women crowding fast in the streets if they

are not flashes and specks, what are they ? The streets themselves, and the facades of houses, and

goods in the windows, Vehicles, teams, the heavy-planked wharves the

huge crossing at the ferries, The village on the highland, seen from afar at sunset

the river between, Shadows, aureola and mist, light falling on roofs and

gables of white or brown, three miles off, The schooner near by, sleepily dropping down the

tide the little boat slack-towed astern, The hurrying tumbling waves, quick-broken crests,

slapping,

The strata of colored clouds, the long bar of maroon- tint, away solitary by itself the spread of purity

it lies motionless in, The horizon's edge, the flying sea-crow, the fragrance

of salt-marsh and shore-mud ; These became part of that child who went forth every

day, and who now goes, and will always go forth

every day, And these become part of him or her that peruses

them here.

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1O.

1. IT is ended I dally no more,

After to-day I inure myself to run, leap, swim,

wrestle, fight, To stand the cold or heat to take good aim with a

gun to sail a boat to manage horses to

beget superb children, To speak readily and clearly to feel at home among

common people, And to hold my own in terrible positions, on land

and sea.

2. Not for an embroiderer,

(There will always be plenty of embroiderers I

welcome them also ;)

But for the fibre of things, and for inherent men and women.

3. Not to chisel ornaments,

But to chisel with free stroke the heads and limbs of plenteous Supreme Gods, that The States may realize them, walking and talking.

4. Let me have my own way,

Let others promulge the laws I will make no ac

count of the laws, Let others praise eminent men and hold up peace

I hold up agitation and conflict, I praise no eminent man I rebuke to his face the

one that was thought most worthy.

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5. (Who are you ? you mean devil ! And what are you

secretly guilty of, all your life ?

Will you turn aside all your life ? Will you grub and chatter all your life ?)

e.(And who are you blabbing by rote, years, pages,

languages, reminiscences,

Unwitting to-day that you do not know how to speak a single word ?)

7. Let others finish specimens I never finish specimens, I shower them by exhaustless laws, as nature does,

fresh and modern continually.

8. I give nothing as duties,

What others give as duties, I give as living impulses ; (Shall I give the heart's action as a duty ?)

9. Let others dispose of questions I dispose of noth

ing I arouse unanswerable questions ; Who are they I see and touch, and what about them ? What about these likes of myself, that draw me so

close by tender directions and indirections ?

10. Let others deny the evil their enemies charge against them but how can I the like ?

Nothing ever has been, or ever can be, charged against me, half as bad as the evil I really am ;

I call to the world to distrust the accounts of my friends, but listen to my enemies as I my self do ;

I charge you, too, forever, reject those who would expound me for I cannot expound myself,

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I charge that there be no theory or school founded out

of me, I charge you to leave all free, as I have left all free.

11. After me, vista !

0, 1 see life is not short, but immeasurably long,

I henceforth tread the world, chaste, temperate, an

early riser, a gymnast, a steady grower, Every hour the semen of centuries and still of cen turies.

12. I will follow up these continual lessons of the air,

water, earth, I perceive I have no time to lose.

11.

1. WHO learns my lesson complete ?

Boss, journeyman, apprentice churchman and athe ist,

The stupid and the wise thinker parents and off spring merchant, clerk, porter, and customer,

Editor, author, artist, and schoolboy Draw nigh and commence ;

It is no lesson it lets down the bars to a good lesson,

And that to another, and every one to another still.

2. The great laws take and effuse without argument, I am of the same style, for I am their friend,

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I love them quits and quits I do not halt and make salaams.

3. I lie abstracted, and hear beautiful tales of things,

and the reasons of things, They are so beautiful, I nudge myself to listen.

4. I cannot say to any person what I hear I cannot

say it to myself it is very wonderful.

5. It is no small matter, this round and delicious globe,

moving so exactly in its orbit forever and ever,

without one jolt, or the untruth of a single

second, I do not think it was made in six days, nor in ten

thousand years, nor ten billions of years, Nor planned and built one thing after another, as an

architect plans and builds a house.

o. I do not think seventy years is the time of a man or

woman, Nor that seventy millions of years is the time of a

man or woman, Nor that years will ever stop the existence of me, or

any one else.

7. Is it wonderful that I should be immortal ? as every

one is immortal,

I know it is wonderful but my eye-sight is equally wonderful, and how I was conceived in my moth er's womb is equally wonderful ;

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And how I was not palpable once, but am now and was born on the last day of Fifth Month, in the Year 43 of America,

And passed from a babe, in the creeping trance of three summers and three winters, to articulate and walk All this is equally wonderful.

s. And that I grew six feet high, and that I have become a man thirty-six years old in the Year 79 of America and that I am here anyhow are all equally wonderful.

9. And that my Soul embraces you this hour, and we af fect each other without ever seeing each other, and never perhaps to see each other, is every bit as wonderful.

10. And that I can think such thoughts as these, is just as

wonderful,

And that I can remind you, and you think them and know them to be true, is just as wonderful.

11. And that the moon spins round the earth, and on with

the earth, is equally wonderful,

And that they balance themselves with the sun and stars, is equally wonderful.

12. Come ! I should like to hear you tell me what there

is in yourself that is not just as wonderful, And I should like to hear the name of anything be tween First Day morning and Seventh Day night that is not just as wonderful.

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1. THIS night I am happy ;

As I walk the beach where the old mother sways to and fro, singing her savage and husky song,

As I watch the stars shining I think a thought of the clef of the universes, and of the future.

2. What can the future bring me more than I have ? Do you suppose I wish to enjoy life in other spheres ?

3. I say distinctly I comprehend no better sphere than

this earth, I comprehend no better life than the life of my body.

4. I do not know what follows the death of my body, But I know well that whatever it is, it is best for me, And I know well that whatever is really Me shall live

just as much as before.

5. I am not uneasy but I shall have good housing to

myself, But this is my first how can I like the rest any

better ? Here I grew up the studs and rafters are grown

parts of me.

e. I am not uneasy but I am to be beloved by young and old men, and to love them the same,

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I suppose the pink nipples of the breasts of women

with whom I shall sleep will touch the side of my

face the same, But this is the nipple of a breast of my mother, always

near and always divine to me, her true child and

son, whatever comes.

7. I suppose I am to be eligible to visit the stars, in my

time, I suppose I shall have myriads of new experiences

and that the experience of this earth will prove

only one out of myriads ; But I believe my body and my Soul already indicate

those experiences, And I believe I shall find nothing in the stars more

majestic and beautiful than I have already found

on the earth, And I believe I have this night a clew through the

universes, And I believe I have this night thought a thought of

the clef of eternity.

s. A VAST SIMILITUDE interlocks all,

All spheres, grown, ungrown, small, large, suns,

moons, planets, comets, asteroids, All the substances of the same, and all that is spiritual,

upon the same,

All distances of place, however wide, All distances of time all inanimate forms, All Souls all living bodies, though they be ever so

different, or in different worlds, All gaseous, watery, vegetable, mineral processes

the fishes, the brutes,

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All men and women me also,

All nations, colors, barbarisms, civilizations, languages,

All identities that have existed, or may exist, on this

globe or any globe,

All lives and deaths all of past, present, future, This vast similitude spans them, and always has

spanned, and shall forever span them, and

compactly hold them.

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1. 0 BITTER sprig ! Confession sprig !

In the bouquet I give you place also I bind you in, Proceeding no further till, humbled publicly, I give fair warning, once for all.

2. I own that I have been sly, thievish, mean, a prevari

cator, greedy, derelict, And I own that I remain so yet.

3. What foul thought but I think it or have in me the

stuff out of which it is thought ? What in darkness in bed at night, alone or with a companion ?

4. You felons on trials in courts,

You convicts in prison cells you sentenced assas sins', chained and handcuffed with iron,

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Who am I, that I am not on trial, or in prison ? Me, ruthless and devilish as any, that my wrists are not chained with iron, or my ankles with iron ?

5. You prostitutes flaunting over the trottoirs, or obscene

in your rooms,

Who am I, that I should call you more obscene than myself?

e. 0 culpable ! 0 traitor !

0 I acknowledge I expose* !

(0 admirers ! praise not me ! compliment not me ! you make me wince,

1 see what you do not I know what you do not ;) Inside these breast-bones I lie smutch'd and choked, Beneath this face that appears so impassive, hell's

tides continually run, Lusts and wickedness are acceptable to me, I walk with delinquents with passionate love, " I feel I am of them I belong to those convicts and

prostitutes myself, And henceforth I will not deny them for how can I

deny myself?

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UNFOLDED out of the folds of the woman, man comes

unfolded, as is always to come unfolded, Unfolded only out of the superbest woman of the

earth, is to come the superbest man of the earth, Unfolded out of the friendliest woman, is to come

the friendliest man, Unfolded only out of the perfect body of a woman,

can a man be formed of perfect body, Unfolded only out of the inimitable poem of the

woman, can come the poems of man only

thence have my poems come, Unfolded out of the strong and arrogant woman I

love, only thence can appear the strong and

arrogant man I love, Unfolded by brawny embraces from the well-muscled

woman I love, only thence come the brawny

embraces of the man, Unfolded out of the folds of the woman's brain, come

all the folds of the man's brain, duly obedient, Unfolded out of the justice of the woman, all justice

is unfolded, Unfolded out of the sympathy of the woman is all

sympathy ; A man is a great thing upon the earth, and through

eternity but every jot of the greatness of man

is unfolded out of woman, First the man is shaped in the woman, he can then be

shaped in himself.

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15.

1. NIGHT on the Prairies;

I walk* by myself I stand and look at the stars, which I think now I never realized before.

2. Now I absorb immortality and peace, I admire death and test propositions.

3. How plenteous ! How spiritual ! How resume !

The same Old Man and Soul the same old aspi rations, and the same content.

4. I was thinking the day most splendid, till I saw what

the not-day exhibited,

I was thinking this globe enough, till there tumbled upon me myriads of other globes.

5. Now while the great thoughts of space and eternity

fill me, I will measure myself by them, And now, touched with the lives of other globes,

arrived as far along as those of the earth, Or waiting to arrive, or passed on farther than those

of the earth, I henceforth no more ignore them than I ignore my

own life, Or the lives on the earth arrived as far as mine, or

waiting to arrive.

e. 0 how plainly I see now that life cannot exhibit all to

me as the day cannot,

0 I see that I am to wait for what will be exhibited by death.

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16

SEA-WATER, and all living below it,

Forests at the bottom of the sea the branches and

leaves, Sea-lettuce, vast lichens, strange flowers and seeds

the thick tangle, the openings, and the pink turf, Different colors, pale gray and green, purple, white,

and gold the play of light through the water, Dumb swimmers there among the rocks coral,

gluten, grass, rushes and the aliment of the

swimmers, Sluggish existences grazing there, suspended, or

slowly crawling close to the bottom, The sperm-whale at the surface, blowing air and

spray, or disporting with his flukes, The leaden-eyed shark, the walrus, the turtle, the

hairy sea-leopard, and the sting-ray; Passions there wars, pursuits, tribes sight in

those ocean-depths breathing that thick-breath ing air, as so many do, The change thence to the sight here, and to the subtle

air breathed by beings like us, who walk this

sphere ; The change onward from ours to that of beings who

walk other spheres.

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IT.

1 SIT and look out upon all the sorrows of the world,

and upon all oppression and shame, I hear secret convulsive sobs from young men, at

anguish with themselves, remorseful after deeds

done ; I see, in low life, the mother misused by her children,

dying, neglected, gaunt, desperate, I see the wife misused by her husband I see the

treacherous seducer of the young woman, I mark the ranklings of jealousy and unrequited love,

attempted to be hid I see these sights on the

earth, I see the workings of battle, pestilence, tyranny I

see martyrs and prisoners, I observe a famine at sea I observe the sailors

casting lots who shall be killed, to preserve the

lives of the rest, I observe the slights and degradations c.ast by arro

gant persons upon laborers, the poor, and upon

negroes, and the like ; All these All the meanness and agony without end,

I sitting, look out upon, See, hear, and am silent.

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18.

1. O ME, man of slack faith so long ! Standing aloof denying portions so long ;

Me with mole's eyes, unrisen to buoyancy and vision

unfree,

Only aware to-day of compact, all-diffused truth, Discovering to-day there is no lie, or form of lie,

and can be none, but grows just as inevitably

upon itself as the truth does upon itself, Or as any law of the earth, or any natural production

of the earth does.

2. (This is curious, and may not be realized immedi

ately But it must be realized ; I feel in myself that I represent falsehoods equally

with the rest, And that the universe does.)

3. Where has failed a perfect return, indifferent of lies

or the truth ?

Is it upon the ground, or in water or fire ? or in the spirit of man ? or in the meat and blood ?

4. Meditating among liars, and retreating sternly into

myself, I see that there are really no liars or lies after all,

And that nothing fails its perfect return And that what are called lies are perfect returns,

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And that each thing exactly represents itself, and what has preceded it,

And that the truth includes all, and is compact, just as much as space is compact,

And that there is no flaw or vacuum in the amount of the truth but that all is truth without ex ception,

And henceforth I will go celebrate anything I see or am,

And sing and laugh, and deny nothing.

19.

FORMS, qualities, lives, humanity, language, thoughts, The ones known, and the ones unknown the ones

on the stars,

The stars themselves, some shaped, others unshaped, Wonders as of those countries the soil, trees, cities,

inhabitants, whatever they may be, Splendid suns, the moons and rings, the countless

combinations and effects, Such-like, and as good as such-like, visible here or

anywhere, stand provided for in a handful of

space, which I extend my arm and half enclose

with my hand, That contains the start of each and all the virtue,

the germs of all ; That is the theory as of origins.

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SO.

So far, and so far, and on toward the end,

Singing what is sung in this book, from the irresisti

ble impulses of me ; But whether I continue beyond this book, to ma

turity, Whether I shall dart forth the true rays, the ones

that wait unfired,

(Did you think the sun was shining its brightest ? No it has not yet fully risen ;) Whether I shall complete what is here started, Whether I shall attain my own height, to justify these,

yet unfinished, Whether I shall make THE POEM OF THE NEW WORLD,

transcending all others depends, rich persons,

upon you, Depends, whoever you are now filling the current

Presidentiad, upon you, Upon you, Governor, Mayor, Congressman, And you, contemporary America.

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21.

1. Now I make a leaf of Voices for I have found noth

ing mightier than they are,

And I have found that no word spoken, but is beau tiful, in its place.

2. 0 what is it in me that makes me tremble so at

voices ?

3. Surely, whoever speaks to me in the right voice, him

or her I shall follow, as the waters follow the moon, silently, with fluid steps, any where around the globe.

4. Now I believe that all waits for the right voices ; Where is the practised and perfect organ ? Where is

the developed Soul ?

For I see every word uttered thence has deeper, sweeter, new sounds, impossible on less terms:

5. I see brains and lips closed I see tympans and tem

ples unstruck, Until that comes which has the quality to strike and

to unclose, Until that comes which lias the quality to bring forth

what lies slumbering, forever ready, in all words.

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1. WHAT am I, after all, but a child, pleased with the

sound of my own name? repeating it over and

over, I cannot tell why it affects me so much, when I hear

it from women's voices, and from men's voices,

or from my own voice, I stand apart to hear it never tires me.

2. To you, your name also,

Did you think there was nothing but two or three pronunciations in the sound of your name ?

LOCATIONS and times what is it in me that meets them all, whenever and wherever, and makes me at home ?

Forms, colors, densities, odors what is it in me that corresponds with them ?

What is the relation between me and them ?

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LIFT me close to your face till I whisper,

What you are holding is in reality no book, nor part

of a book, It is a man, flushed and full-blooded it is I So

long I We must separate Here ! take from my lips this

kiss,

Whoever you are, I give it especially to you ; So long and I hope we shall meet again.

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fife

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L 0 TAKE my hand, "Walt Whitman ! Such gliding wonders ! Such sights and sounds ! Such joined unended links, each hooked to the next ! Each answering all each sharing the earth with all.

2. What widens within you, Walt Whitman ? What waves and soils exuding ?

What climes ? What persons and lands are here ?

Who are the infants ? Some playing, some slum bering ?

Who are the girls ? Who are the married women ?

Who are the three old men going slowly with their arms about each others' necks ?

What rivers are these ? What forests and fruits are these ?

What are the mountains called that rise so high in the mists ?

What myriads of dwellings are they, filled with dwellers ?

3. Within me latitude widens, longitude lengthens, Asia, Africa, Europe, are to the east America is

provided for in the west,

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Banding the bulge of the earth winds the hot Curiously north and south turn the axis-ends ; "Within me is the longest -day the sun wheels in

slanting rings it does not set for months, Stretched in due time within me the midnight sun

just rises above the horizon, and sinks again, Within me zones, seas, cataracts, plains, volcanoes,

groups, Oceanica, Australasia, Polynesia, and the great West

Indian islands.

4. What do you hear, Walt Whitman ?

o. I hear the workman singing, and the farmer's wife

singing, I hear in the distance the sounds of children, and of

animals early in the day, I hear quick rifle-cracks from the riflemen of East

Tennessee and Kentucky, hunting on* hills, I hear emulous shouts of Australians, pursuing the

wild horse,

I hear the Spanish dance, with castanets, in the chest nut shade, to the rebeck and guitar, I hear continual echoes from the Thames, I hear fierce French liberty songs, I hear of the Italian boat-sculler the musical recitative

of old poems, I hear the Virginia plantation chorus of negroes, of

a harvest night, in the glare of pine knots, I hear the strong baritone of the 'long-shore-men of

Manhatta, I hear the stevedores unlading the cargoes, and

singing,

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I hear the screams of the water-fowl of solitary north west lakes, I hear the rustling pattering of locusts, as they strike

the grain and grass with the showers of their

terrible clouds, I hear the Coptic refrain, toward sundown, pensively

falling on the breast of the black venerable vast

mother, the Nile, I hear the bugles of raft-tenders on the streams of

Kanada, I hear the chirp of the Mexican muleteer, and the

bells of the mule, I hear the Arab muezzin, calling from the top of the

mosque, I hear Christian priests at the altars of their churches

I hear the responsive base and soprano,

I hear the wail of utter despair of the white-haired Irish grand-parents, when they learn the death of their grand-son,

I hear the cry of the Cossack, and the sailor's voice, putting to sea at Okotsk,

I hear the wheeze of the slave-coffle, as the slaves march on as the husky gangs pass on by twos and threes, fastened together with wrist-chains and ankle-chains,

I hear the entreaties of women tied up for punishment

I hear the sibilant whisk of thongs through the air;

I hear the Hebrew reading his records and psalms, I hear the rhythmic myths of the Greeks, and the

strong legends of the Romans, I hear the tale of the divine life and bloody death

of the beautiful God, the Christ, 21*

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I hear the Hindoo teaching his favorite pupil the loves, wars, adages, transmitted safely to this day from poets who wrote three thousand years ago.

e. What do you see, "Walt Whitman ?

Who are they who salute, and that one after another salute you ?

7. I see a great round wonder rolling through the air,

I see diminute farms, hamlets, ruins, grave-yards, jails,

factories, palaces, hovels, huts of barbarians, tents

of nomads, upon the surface, I see the shaded part on one side, where the sleepers

are sleeping and the sun-lit part on the other

side,

I see the curious silent change of the light and shade, I see distant lands, as real and near to the inhabitants

of them, as my land is to me.

8. I see plenteous waters,

I see mountain peaks I see the sierras of Andes and

Alleghanies, where they range, I see plainly the Himmalehs, Chian Shahs, Altays,

Gauts,

I see the Kocky Mountains, and the Peak of Winds, I see the Styrian Alps, and the Karnac Alps, I see the Pyrenees, Balks, Carpathians and to the north the Dofrafields, and off at sea Mount Hecla, I see Vesuvius and Etna I see the Anahuacs, I see the Mountains of the Moon, and the Snow Moun tains, and the Red Mountains of Madagascar, I see the Vermont hills, and the long string of Cor dilleras ;

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I see the vast deserts of Western America, I see the Libyan, Arabian, and Asiatic deserts ; I see huge dreadful Arctic and Antarctic icebergs, I see the superior oceans and the inferior ones the Atlantic and Pacific, the sea of Mexico, the Bra zilian sea, and the sea of Peru, The Japan waters, those of Hindostan, the China Sea,

and the Gulf of Guinea, The spread of the Baltic, Caspian, Bothnia, the British

shores, and the Bay of Biscay,

The clear-sunned Mediterranean, and from one to an other of its islands,

The inland fresh-tasted seas of North America, The White Sea, and the sea around Greenland.

9. I behold the mariners of the world,

Some are in storms some in the night, with the watch on the look-out,

Some drifting helplessly some with contagious dis eases.

10. I behold the steam-ships of the world,

Some double the Cape of Storms some Cape Yerde others Cape Guardafui, Bon, or Bajadore,

Others Dondra Head others pass the Straits of Sun- da others Cape Lopatka others Behring's Straits,

Others Cape Horn others the Gulf of Mexico, or along Cuba or Hayti others Hudson's Bay or Baffin's Bay,

Others pass the Straits of Dover others enter the Wash others the Firth of Solway others round Cape Clear others the Land's End,

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Others traverse the Zuyder Zee, or the Scheld, Others add to the exits and entrances at Sandy Hook, Others to the comers and goers at Gibraltar, or the

Dardanelles, Others sternly push their way through the northern

winter-packs,

Others descend or ascend the Obi or the Lena,' Others the Niger or the Congo others the Indus,

the Burampooter and Cambodia, Others wait at the wharves of Manahatta, steamed up,

ready to start,

Wait, swift and swarthy, in the ports of Australia, Wait at Liverpool, Glasgow, Dublin, Marseilles, Lis bon, Naples, Hamburg, Bremen, Bourdeaux, the Hague, Copenhagen, . Wait at Valparaiso, Rio Janeiro, Panama, Wait at their moorings at Boston, Philadelphia, Balti more, Charleston, New Orleans, Galveston, San Francisco.

11. I see the tracks of the rail-roads of the earth,

I see them welding State to State, city to city, through

North America ;

I see them in Great Britain, I see them in Europe, I see them in Asia and in Africa.

12. I see the electric telegraphs of the earth,

I see the filaments of the news of the wars, deaths, losses, gains, passions, of my race.

13. I see the long river-stripes of the earth,

I see where the Mississippi flows I see where the Columbia flows,

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I see the Great River, and the Falls of Niagara,

I see the Amazon and the Paraguay,

I see the four great rivers of China, the Amour, the Yellow River, the Yiang-tse, and the Pearl ;

I see where the Seine flows, and where the Loire, the Rhone, and the Guadalquiver flow,

I see the windings of the Volga, the Dnieper, the Oder,

I see the Tuscan going down the Arno, and the Vene tian along the Po,

I see the Greek seaman sailing out of Egina bay.

14. I see the site of the old empire of Assyria, and that

of Persia, and that of India,

I see the falling of the Ganges over the high rim of Saukara.

15. I see the place of the idea of the Deity incarnated by

avatars in human forms, I see the spots of the successions of priests on the earth

oracles, sacrificers, brahmins, sabians, lamas,

monks, muftis, exhorters ; I see where druids walked the groves of Mona I see

the mistletoe and vervain, I see the temples of the deaths of the bodies of Gods

I see the old signifiers.

16. I see Christ once more eating the bread of his last sup

per, in the midst of youths and old persons, I see where the strong divine young man, the Hercules,

toiled faithfully and long, and then died, I see the place of the innocent rich life and hapless

fate of the beautiful nocturnal son, the full-limbed

Bacchus,

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I see Kneph, blooming, dressed in blue, with the crown

of feathers 011 his head, I see Hermes, unsuspected, dying, well-beloved, saying

to the people, Do not weep for me, This is not my true country, I have lived banished from

my true country I now go back there, I return to the celestial sphere, where every one goes

in his turn.

17. I see the battle-fields of the earth grass grows upon

them, and blossoms and corn, I see the tracks of ancient and modern expeditions.

is. I see the nameless masonries, venerable messages of the unknown events, heroes, records of the earth.

19. I see the places of the sagas,

I see pine-trees and fir-trees torn by northern blasts, I see granite boulders and cliffs I see green meadows

and lakes,

I see the burial-cairns of Scandinavian warriors, I see them raised high with stones, by the marge of restless oceans, that the dead men's spirits, when they wearied of their quiet graves, might rise up through the mounds, and gaze on the tossing billows, and be refreshed by storms, immensity, liberty, action.

20. I see the steppes of Asia,

I see the tumuli of Mongolia I see the tents of Kal mucks and Baskirs,

I see the nomadic tribes, with herds of oxen and cows, I see the table-lands notched with ravines I see the jungles and deserts,

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I see the camel, the wild steed, the bustard, the fat- tailed sheep, the antelope, and the burrowing wolf.

21 I see the high-lands of Abyssinia,

1 see flocks of goats feeding, and see the fig-tree,

tamarind, date, <Lnd see fields of teff-wheat, and see the places of

verdure and gold.

22 I see the Brazilian vaquero,

I see the Bolivian ascending Mount Sorata,

I see the Wacho crossing the plains I see the

incomparable rider of horses with his lasso on

his arm, I see over the pampas the pursuit of wild cattle for

their hides.

23. I see little and large sea-dots, some inhabited, some

uninhabited ; I see two boats with nets, lying off the shore of Pau-

manok, quite still, I see ten fishermen waiting they discover now a

thick school of mossbonkers they drop the

joined seine-ends in the water, The boats separate they diverge and row off, each

on its rounding course to the beach, enclosing

the mossbonkers, The net is drawn in by a windlass by those who stop

ashore, Some of the fishermen lounge in the boats others

stand negligently ankle-deep in the water, poised

on strong legs,

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The boats are partly drawn up the water slaps

against them, On the sand, in heaps and winrows, well out from the

water, lie the green-backed spotted mossbonkers.

24. I see the despondent red man in the west, lingering

about the banks of Moingo, and about Lake Pepin,

He has heard the quail and beheld the honey-bee, and sadly prepared to depart.

25. I see the regions of snow and ice,

I see the sharp-eyed Samoiede and the Finn,

I see the seal-seeker in his boat, poising his lance,

I see the Siberian on his slight-built sledge, drawn by

dogs, I see the porpoise-hunters I see the whale-crews of

the South Pacific and the North Atlantic, I see the cliffs, glaciers, torrents, valleys, of Switzer land I mark the long winters, and the isolation.

26. I see the cities of the earth, and make myself at ran

dom a part of them, I am a real Parisian, I am a habitan of Vienna, St. Petersburg, Berlin,

Constantinople,

I am of Adelaide, Sidney ^ Melbourne, I am of London, Manchester, Bristol, Edinburgh,

Limerick, I am of Madrid, Cadiz, Barcelona, Oporto, Lyons,

Brussels, Berne, Frankfort, Stuttgart, Turin,

Florence,

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I belong in Moscow, Cracow, Warsaw or northward in Christiania or Stockholm or in Siberian Irkutsk or in some street in Iceland ;

I descend upon all those cities, and rise from them again.

27. I see vapors exhaling from unexplored countries,

I see the savage types, the bow and arrow, the poisoned splint, the fetish, and the obi.

28. I see African and Asiatic towns,

I see Algiers, Tripoli, Derne, Mogadore, Timbuctoo,

Monrovia, I see the swarms of Pekin, Canton, Benares, Delhi,

Calcutta, Yedo, I see the Kruman in his hut, and the Dahoman and

Ashantee-man in their huts, I see the Turk smoking opium in Aleppo, I see the picturesque crowds at the fairs of Khiva, and

those of Herat, I see Teheran I see Muscat and Medina, and the

intervening sands I see the caravans toiling

onward ; I see Egypt and the Egyptians I see the pyramids

and obelisks, I look on chiselled histories, songs, philosophies, cut

in slabs of sand-stone, or on granite blocks, I see at Memphis mummy-pits, containing mummies,

embalmed, swathed in linen cloth, lying there

many centuries, I look on the falPn Theban, the large-ball'd eyes, the

side-drooping neck, the hands folded across the

breast.

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29. I see the menials of the earth, laboring, I see the prisoners in the prisons, I see the defective human bodies of the earth, I see the blind, the deaf and dumb, idiots, hunch backs, lunatics,

I see the pirates, thieves, betrayers, murderers, slave- makers of the earth,

I see the helpless infants, and the helpless old men and women.

so. I see male and female everywhere,

I see the serene brotherhood of philosophs,

I see the constructiveness of my race,

I see the results of the perseverance and industry of

my race, I see ranks, colors, barbarisms, civilizations I go

among them I mix indiscriminately, And I salute all the inhabitants of the earth.

31. You, where you are !

You daughter or son of England !

You of the mighty Slavic tribes and empires ! you Russ in Russia!

You dim-descended, black, divine-souled African, large, fine-headed, nobly-formed, superbly des tined, on equal terms with me !

You Norwegian! Swede! Dane! Icelander! you Prussian !

You Spaniard of Spain ! you Portuguese !

You Frenchwoman and Frenchman of France !

You Beige ! you liberty-lover of the Netherlands !

You sturdy Austrian ! you Lombard ! Hun ! Bohe mian ! farmer of Styria !

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You neighbor of the Danube !

You working-man of the Rhine, the Elbe, or the Weser ! you working-woman too !

You Sardinian ! you Bavarian ! you Swabian ! Saxon ! Wallachian ! Bulgarian !

You citizen of Prague ! you Roman ! Neapolitan ! Greek !

You lithe matador in the arena at Seville !

You mountaineer living lawlessly on the Taurus or Caucasus !

You Bokh horse-herd, watching your mares and stal lions feeding !

You beautiful-bodied Persian, at full speed in the saddle, shooting arrows to the mark !

You Chinaman and Chinawoman of China ! you Tar tar of Tartary !

You women of the earth subordinated at your tasks !

You Jew journeying in your old age through every risk, to stand once on Syrian ground !

You other Jews waiting in all lands for your Messiah !

You thoughtful Armenian, pondering by some stream of the Euphrates ! you peering amid the ruins of Nineveh ! you ascending Mount Ararat !

You foot-worn pilgrim welcoming the far-away sparkle of the minarets of Mecca !

You sheiks along the stretch from Suez to Babel- mandel, ruling your families and tribes !

You olive-grower tending your fruit on fields of Naz areth, Damascus, or Lake Tiberias !

You Thibet trader on the wide inland, or bargaining in the shops of Lassa !

You Japanese man or woman ! you liver in Madagas car, Ceylon, Sumatra, Borneo !

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All you continentals of Asia, Africa, Europe, Aus tralia, indifferent of place !

All you on the numberless islands of the archipelagoes of the sea !

And you of centuries hence, when you listen to me !

And you, each and every where, whom I specify not, but include just the same !

Health to you ! Good will to you all from me and America sent,

For we acknowledge you all and each.

31. Each of us inevitable,

Each of us limitless each of us with his or her

right upon the earth,

Each of us allowed the eternal purport of the earth, Each of us here as divinely as any is here.

32. You Hottentot with clicking palate !

You woolly-haired hordes ! you white or black owners

of slaves !

You owned persons, dropping sweat-drops or blood- drops ! You human forms with the fathomless ever-impressive

countenances of brutes ! You poor koboo whom the meanest of the rest look

down upon, for all your glimmering language

and spirituality ! You low expiring aborigines of the hills of Utah,

Oregon, California ! *

You dwarfed Kamtschatkan, Greenlander, Lapp ! You Austral negro, naked, red, sooty, with protrusive

lip, grovelling, seeking your food ! You Caffre, Berber, Soudanese !

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You haggard, uncouth, untutored Bedowee !

You plague-swarms in Madras, Nankin, Kaubul,

Cairo !

You bather bathing in the Ganges ! You benighted roamer of Amazonia ! you Patagonian !

you Fegee-man ! You peon of Mexico ! you Russian serf ! you slave of

Carolina, Texas, Tennessee !

I do not prefer others so very much before you either, I do not say one word against you, away back there,

where you stand, (You will come forward in due time to my side.)

33. My spirit has passed in compassion and determination

around the whole earth, I have looked for equals and lovers, and found them

ready for me in all lands ; I think some divine rapport has equalized me with

them.

34. 0 vapors ! I think I have risen with you, and moved

away to distant continents, and fallen down there, for reasons, I think I have blown with you, 0 winds,

0 waters, I have fingered every shore with you.

35. I have run through what any river or strait of the

globe has run through,

1 have taken my stand on the bases of peninsulas, and

on the highest embedded rocks, to cry thence.

se. Salut au Monde !

What cities the light or warmth penetrates, I pen etrate those cities myself,

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All islands to which birds wing their way, I wing my way myself.

37. Toward all,

I raise high the perpendicular hand I make the

signal,

To remain after me in sight forever, For all the haunts and homes of men.

POEM OF JOYS.

1. 0 TO make a most jubilant poem !

0 full of music ! Full of manhood, womanhood,

infancy ! 0 full of common employments 1 Full of grain and

trees.

2. 0 for the voices of animals ! 0 for the swiftness and

balance of fishes !

0 for the dropping of rain-drops in a poem ! 0 for the sunshine and motion of waves in a poem.

3. 0 to be on the sea ! the wind, the wide waters

around ; 0 to sail in a ship under full sail at sea.

4. 0 the joy of my spirit ! It is uncaged ! It darts like

lightning !

It is not enough to have this globe, or a certain time I will have thousands of globes, and all time.

5. 0 the engineer's joys ! To go with a locomotive !

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To hear the hiss of steam the merry shriek the steam-whistle the laughing locomotive !

To push with resistless way, and speed off in the distance.

e. 0 the horseman's and horsewoman's joys !

The saddle the gallop the pressure upon the seat the cool gurgling by the ears and hair.

7. 0 the fireman's joys !

I hear the alarm at dead of night,

I hear bells shouts ! I pass the crowd I run !

The sight of the flames maddens me with pleasure.

e. 0 the joy of the strong-brawned fighter, towering in the arena, in perfect condition, conscious of power, thirsting to meet his opponent.

9. 0 the joy of that vast elemental sympathy which only

the human Soul is capable of generating and emitting in steady and limitless floods.

10. 0 the mother's joys !

The watching the endurance the precious love the anguish the patiently yielded life.

11. 0 the joy of increase, growth, recuperation,

The joy of soothing and pacifying the joy of concord and harmony.

12. 0 to go back to the place where I was born ! 0 to hear the birds sing once more !

To ramble about the house and barn, and over the fields, once more,

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And through the orchard and along the old lanes once more.

13. 0 male and female !

0 the presence of women ! (I swear, nothing is more

exquisite to me than the presence of women ;) 0 for the girl, my mate ! 0 for happiness with my

mate! 0 the young man as I pass! 0 I am sick after the

friendship of him who, I fear, is indifferent

to me.

14. 0 the streets of cities !

The flitting faces the expressions, eyes, feet, cos tumes ! 0 I cannot tell how welcome they are to me ;

0 of men of women toward me as I pass The memory of only one look the boy lingering and waiting.

15. 0 to have been brought up on bays, lagoons, creeks,

or along the coast! 0 to continue and be employed there all my life !

0 the briny and damp smell the shore the salt

weeds exposed at low water,

The work of fishermen the work of the eel-fisher and clam-fisher.

16. 0 it is I !

1 come with my clam-rake and spade ! I come with

my eel-spear ;

Is the tide out ? I join the group of clam-diggers on the flats,

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I laugh and work with them I joke •*« my work, like a mettlesome young man.

17. In winter I take my eel-basket and eel-spear and travel out on foot on the ice I have a small axe to cut holes in the ice ;

Behold me, well-clothed, going gayly, or returning in the afternoon my brood of tough boys accom panying me,

My brood of grown and part-grown boys, who love to be with none else so well as they love to be with me,

By day to work with me, and by night to sleep with me.

is. Or, another time, in warm weather, out in a boat, to lift the lobster-pots, where they are sunk with heavy stones, (I know the buoys ;)

0 the sweetness of the Fifth Month morning upon the

water, as I row, just before sunrise, toward the buoys ;

1 pull the wicker pots up slantingly the dark green

lobsters are desperate with their claws, as I take

them out I insert wooden pegs in the joints of

their pincers, I go to all the places, one after another, and then row

back to the shore, There, in a huge kettle of boiling water, the lobsters

shall be boiled till their color becomes scarlet.

19. Or, another time, mackerel-taking,

Voracious, mad for the hook, near the surface, they seem to fill the water for miles ;

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Or, another time, fishing for rock-fish in Chesapeake

Bay I one of the brown-faced crew ; Or, another time, trailing for blue-fish off Paumanok,

I stand with braced body, My left foot is on the gunwale my right arm throws

the coils of slender rope, In sight around me the quick veering and darting of

fifty skiffs, my companions.

20. 0 boating on the rivers !

The voyage down the Niagara, (the St. Lawrence,) the superb scenery the steamers,

The ships sailing the Thousand Islands the occa sional timber-raft, and the raftsmen with long- reaching sweep-oars,

The little huts on the rafts, and the stream of smoke when they cook supper at evening.

21. 0 something pernicious and dread ! Something far away from a puny and pious life ! Something unproved ! Something in a trance ! Something escaped from the anchorage, and driving

free.

22. 0 to work in mines, or forging iron !

Foundry casting the foundry itself the rude high

roof the ample and shadowed space, The furnace the hot liquid poured out and running.

23. 0 the joys of the soldier !

To feel the presence of a brave general ! to feel his

sympathy ! To behold his calmness ! to be warmed in the rays of

his smile !

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To go to battle ! to hear the bugles play, and the drums beat!

To hear the artillery ! to see the glittering of the bay onets and musket-barrels in the sun !

To see men fall and die and not complain !

To taste the savage taste of blood ! to be so devilish !

To gloat so over the wounds and deaths of the enemy.

24. 0 the whaleman's joys! 0 I cruise my old cruise

again ! I feel the ship's motion under me I feel the Atlantic

breezes fanning me, I hear the cry again sent down from the mast-head,

There she blows, Again I spring up the rigging, to look with the rest

We see we descend, wild with excitement, I leap in the lowered boat We row toward our prey,

where he lies,

We approach, stealthy and silent I see the moun tainous mass, lethargic, basking, I see the harpooner standing up I see the weapon

dart from his vigorous arm ;

0 swift, again, now, far out in the ocean, the wounded

whale, settling, running to windward, tows me, Again I see him rise to breathe We row close again,

1 see a lance driven through his side, pressed deep,

turned in the wound,

Again we back off I see him settle again the life is leaving him fast,

As he rises, he spouts blood I see him swim in cir cles narrower and narrower, swiftly cutting the water I see him die,

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He gives one convulsive leap in the centre of the cir cle, and then falls flat and still in the bloody foam.

25. 0 the old manhood of me, my joy !

My children and grand-children my white hair and

beard, My largeness, calmness, majesty, out of the long

stretch of my life.

26. 0 the ripened joy of womanhood !

0 perfect happiness at last !

1 am more than eighty years of age my hair, too, is

pure white I am the most venerable mother ; How clear is my mind ! how all people draw nigh to

me! What attractions are these, beyond any before ? what

bloom, more than the bloom of youth ? What beauty is this that descends upon me, and rises

out of me ?

27. 0 the joy of my Soul leaning poised on itself receiv

ing identity through materials, and loving them

observing characters, and absorbing them ; 0 my Soul, vibrated back to me, from them from

facts, sight, hearing, touch, my phrenology,

reason, articulation, comparison, memory, and

the like ; 0 the real life of my senses and flesh, transcending

my senses and flesh ; 0 my body, done with materials my sight, done

with my material eyes ; 0 what is proved to me this day, beyond cavil, that it

is not my material eyes which finally see,

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Nor my material body which finally loves, walks, laughs, shouts, embraces, procreates.

28. 0 the farmer's joys !

Ohioan's, Illinoisian's, Wisconsinese', Kanadian's, lo- wan's, Kansian's, Missourian's, Oregonese' joys,

To rise at peep of day, and pass forth nimbly to work,

To plough land in the fall for winter-sown crops,

To plough land in the spring for maize,

To train orchards to graft the trees to gather apples in the fall.

29. 0 the pleasure with trees !

The orchard the forest the oak, cedar, pine, pekan-tree,

The honey-locust, black-walnut, cottonwood, and mag nolia.

30. 0 Death !

0 the beautiful touch of Death, soothing and benumb ing a few moments, for reasons ;

0 that of myself, discharging my excrementitious body, to be burned, or rendered to powder, or buried,

My real body doubtless left to me for other spheres,

My voided body, nothing more to me, returning to the purifications, further offices, eternal uses of the earth.

31. 0 to bathe in the swimming-bath, or in a good place

along shore !

To splash the water ! to walk ankle-deep ; to race naked along the shore.

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32. 0 to realize space !

The plenteousness of all that there are no bounds ; To emerge, and be of the sky of the sun and moon, and the flying clouds, as one with them.

33. 0, while I live, to be the ruler of life not a slave, To meet life as a powerful conqueror,

No fumes no ennui no more complaints or scorn ful criticisms.

34. 0 me repellent and ugly !

0 to these proud laws of the air, the water, and the ground, proving my interior Soul impreg nable,

And nothing exterior shall ever take command of me.

35. 0 to attract by more than attraction !

How it is I know not yet behold ! the something

which obeys none of the rest, It is offensive, never defensive yet how magnetic

it draws.

36. 0 the joy of suffering !

To struggle against great odds ! to meet enemies un daunted !

To be entirely alone with them ! to find how much I can stand !

To look strife, torture, prison, popular odium, death, face to face !

To mount the scaffold ! to advance to the muzzles of guns with perfect nonchalance !

To be indeed a God !

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37. 0 the gleesome saunter over fields and hill-sides ! The leaves and flowers of the commonest weeds the

moist fresh stillness of the woods, The exquisite smell of the earth at day-break, and all through the forenoon.

38. 0 love-branches ! love-root ! love-apples !

0 chaste and electric torrents ! 0 mad-sweet drops.

39. 0 the orator's joys !

To inflate the chest to roll the thunder of the voice

out from the ribs and throat, To make the people rage, weep, hate, desire, with

yourself, To lead America to quell America with a great

tongue.

40. 0 the joy of a manly self-hood !

Personality to be servile to none to defer to none not to any tyrant, known or unknown,

To walk with erect carriage, a step springy and elastic,

To look with calm gaze, or with a flashing eye,

To speak with a full and sonorous voice, out of a broad chest,

To confront with your personality all the other per sonalities of the earth.

41. 0 to have my life henceforth my poem of joys !

To dance, clap hands, exult, shout, skip, leap, roll on,

float on, An athlete full of rich words full of joys.

A WORD OUT OF THE SEA.

Our of the rocked cradle,

Out of the mocking-bird's throat, the musical shuttle,

Out of the boy's mother's womb, and from the nipples

of her breasts,

Out of the Ninth Month midnight, Over the sterile sands, and the fields beyond, where

the child, leaving his bed, wandered alone, bare headed, barefoot, Down from the showered halo, Up from the mystic play of shadows, twining and

twisting as if they were alive, Out from the patches of briers and blackberries, From the memories of the bird that chanted to me, From your memories, sad brother from the fitful

risings and fallings I heard, From under that yellow half-moon, late-risen, and

swollen as if with tears, From those beginning notes of sickness and love,

there in the transparent mist, From the thousand responses of my heart, never to

cease,

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From the myriad thence-aroused words, From the word stronger and more delicious than any, From such, as now they start, the scene revisiting, As a flock, twittering, rising, or overhead passing, Borne hither ere all eludes me, hurriedly, A man yet by these tears a little boy again, Throwing myself on the sand, confronting the waves, I, chanter of pains and joys, uniter of here and here after, Taking all hints to use them but swiftly leaping

beyond them, A reminiscence sing.

1. ONCE, Paumanok,

When the snows had melted, and the Fifth Month

grass was growing, Up this sea-shore, in some briers, Two guests from Alabama two together, And their nest, and four light-green eggs, spotted with

brown,

And every day the he-bird, to and fro, near at hand, And every day the she-bird, crouched on her nest,

silent, with bright eyes, And every day I, a curious boy, never too close, never

disturbing them, Cautiously peering, absorbing, translating.

2. Shine ! Shine !

Pour down your warmth, great Sun ! While we bask we two together.

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3. Two together !

Winds blow South, or winds blow North, Day come white, or night come black, Home, or rivers and mountains from home, Singing all time, minding no time, If we two but keep together.

4. Till of a sudden,

May-be killed, unknown to her mate,

One forenoon the she-bird crouched not on the nest,

Nor returned that afternoon, nor the next,

Nor ever appeared again.

5. And thenceforward, all summer, in the sound of the

sea, And at night, under the full of the moon, in calmer

weather,

Over the hoarse surging of the sea, Or flitting from brier to brier by day, I saw, I heard at intervals, the remaining one, the

he-bird, The solitary guest from Alabama.

6. Blow! Blow!

Blow up sea-winds along Paumanotfs shore ; I wait and I wait, till you blow my mate to me.

7. Yes, when the stars glistened,

All night long, on the prong of a moss-scallop'd stake,

Down, almost amid the slapping waves,

Sat the lone singer, wonderful, causing tears.

s. He called on his mate,

He poured forth the meanings which I, of all men, know.

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9. Yes, my brother, I know,

The rest might not but I have treasured every note, For once, and more than once, dimly, down to the

beach gliding, Silent, avoiding the moonbeams, blending myself with

the shadows, Recalling now the obscure shapes, the echoes, the

sounds and sights after their sorts, The white arms out in the breakers tirelessly tossing, I, with bare feet, a child, the wind wafting my hair, Listened long and long.

10. Listened, to keep, to sing now translating the

notes, Following you, my brother.

11. Soothe! Soothe!

Close on its wave soothes the wave behind.

And again another behind, embracing and lapping,

every one close, But my love soothes not me.

12. Low hangs the moon it rose late,

O it is lagging O I think it is heavy with love.

13. O madly the sea pushes upon the land, With love with love.

14. O night !

O do I not see my love fluttering out there among the

breakers ? What is that little black thing" I see there in the

white ?

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15. -Loud ! Loud !

Loud I call to you my love !

High and clear I shoot my voice over the waves,

Surely you must know who is here,

You must know who I am, my love.

16. Low-hanging- moon !

What is that dusky spot in your brown yellow ?

O it is the shape of my mate !

O moon, do not keep her from me any longer.

17. Land ! O land !

Wliichever way I turn, O I think you could give me

my mate back again, if you would, For I am almost sure I see her dimly whichever way

I look.

is. O rising stars !

Perhaps the one I want so much will rise with some of you.

19. O throat !

Sound clearer through the atmosphere ! Pierce the woods, the earth,

' Somewhere listening to catch you must be the one I want.

20. Shake out, carols !

Solitary here the nighfs carols ! Carols of lonesome love ! Death's carols ! Carols under that lagging, yellow, waning moon ! O, under that moon, where she droops almost down

into the sea ! O reckless, despairing carols.

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21. But soft!

Sink low soft !

Soft ! Let me just murmur.

And do you wait a moment, you husky-noised sea,

For somewhere I believe I heard my mate responding

to me,

So faint I must be still to listen, But not altogether still, for then she might not come

immediately to me.

22. Hither, my love ! Here I am ! Here !

With this just-sustained note I announce myself to

you, This gentle call is for you, my love.

23. Do not be decoyed elsewhere !

That is the whistle of the wind it is not my voice , That is the fluttering- of the spray, Those are the shadows of leaves.

24. O darkness ! O in vain !

O I am very sick and sorrowful.

25. O brown halo in the sky, near the moon, drooping

upon the sea !

O troubled reflection in the sea ! O throat ! O throbbing heart ! O all and I singing uselessly all the night.

26. Murmur ! Murmur on !

O murmurs you yourselves make me continue to sing, I know not why.

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27. O past ! O joy I

In the air in the woods over fields, Loved ! Loved ! Loved ! Loved ! Loved ! Loved but no more with me, We two together no more.

28. The aria sinking,

All else continuing the stars shining,

The winds blowing the notes of the wondrous bird echoing,

With angry moans the fierce old mother yet, as ever, incessantly moaning,

On the sands of Paumanok's shore gray and rustling,

The yellow half-moon, enlarged, sagging down, droop ing, the face of the sea almost touching,

The boy extatic with his bare feet the waves, with his hair the atmosphere dallying,

The love in the heart pent, now loose, now at last tumultuously bursting,

The aria's meaning, the ears, the Soul, swiftly depos iting,

The strange tears down the cheeks coursing,

The colloquy there the trio each uttering,

The undertone the savage old mother, incessantly crying,

To the boy's Soul's questions sullenly timing some drowned secret hissing,

To the outsetting bard of love.

29. Bird ! (then said the boy's Soul,)

Is it indeed toward your mate you sing ? or is it

mostly to me ?

For I that was a child, my tongue's use sleeping, Now that I have heard you,

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Now in a moment I know what I am for I awake, And already a thousand singers a thousand songs,

clearer, louder, more sorrowful than yoiirs, A thousand warbling echoes have started to life

within me,

Never to die. \

so. 0 throes !

O you demon, singing by yourself projecting me, 0 solitary me, listening never more shall I cease

imitating, perpetuating you, Never more shall I escape, Never more shall the reverberations, Never more the cries of unsatisfied love be absent

from me, Never again leave me to be the peaceful child I was

before what there, in the night, By the sea, under the yellow and sagging moon, The dusky demon aroused the fire, the sweet hell

within, The unknown want, the destiny of me.

si. 0 give me some clew !

0 if I am to have so much, let me have more !

0 a word ! 0 what is my destination ?

0 I fear it is henceforth chaos !

0 how joys, dreads, convolutions, human shapes, and

all shapes, spring as from graves around me ! 0 phantoms ! you cover all the land, and all the sea ! 0 1 cannot see in the dimness whether you smile or

frown upon me ;

0 vapor, a look, a word ! 0 well-beloved ! 0 you dear women's and men's phantoms !

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32. A word then, (for I will conquer it,) The word final, superior to all,

Subtle, sent up what is it ? I listen ;

Are you whispering it, and have been all the time,

you sea-waves ? Is that it from your liquid rims and wet sands ?

33. Answering, the sea, Delaying not, hurrying not,

Whispered me through the night, and very plainly

before daybreak, Lisped to me constantly the low and delicious word

DEATH,

And again Death ever Death, Death, Death, Hissing melodious, neither like the bird, nor like my

aroused child's heart, But edging near, as privately for me, rustling at

my feet,

And creeping thence steadily up to my ears, Death, Death, Death, Death, Death.

34. Which I do not forget,

But fuse the song of two together,

That was sung to me in the moonlight on Paumanok's

gray beach,

With the thousand responsive songs, at random, My own songs, awaked from that hour, And with them the key, the word up from the waves, The word of the sweetest song, and all songs, That strong and delicious word which, creeping to

my feet, The sea whispered me.

LEAF OF FACES.

i. SAUNTERING the pavement, or riding the country by road, here then are faces !

Faces of friendship, precision, caution, suavity, ide ality,

The spiritual prescient face the always welcome, common, benevolent face,

The face of the singing of music the grand faces of natural lawyers and judges, broad at the back- top,

The faces of hunters and fishers, bulged at the brows the shaved blanched faces of orthodox citizens,

The pure, extravagant, yearning, questioning artist's face,

The ugly face of some beautiful Soul, the handsome detested or despised face,

The sacred faces of infants, the illuminated face of the mother of many children,

The face of an amour, the face of veneration,

The face as of a dream, the face of an immobile rock,

The face withdrawn of its good and bad, a castrated face,

A wild hawk, his wings clipped by the clipper,

A stallion that yielded at last to the thongs and knife of the gelder.

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2. Sauntering the pavement, or crossing the ceaseless

ferry, here then are faces,

I see them and complain not, and am content with all.

3. Do you suppose I could be content with all, if I

thought them their own finale ?

4. This now is too lamentable a face for a man,

Some abject louse, asking leave to be cringing for it, Some milk-nosed maggot, blessing what lets it wrig to its hole.

5. This face is a dog's snout sniffling for garbage ; Snakes nest in that mouth I hear the sibilant threat.

6. This face is a haze more chill than the arctic sea, Its sleepy and wobbling icebergs crunch as they go.

7. Tiiis is a face of bitter herbs this an emetic they

need no label,

And more of the drug-shelf, laudanum, caoutchouc, or hog's-lard.

8. This face is an epilepsy, its wordless tongue gives out

the unearthly cry, Its veins down the neck distend, its eyes roll till they

show nothing but their whites, Its teeth grit, the palms of the hands are cut by the

turned-in nails, The man falls struggling and foaming to the ground

while he speculates well.

9. This face is bitten by vermin and worms,

And this is some murderer's knife with a half-pulled scabbard.

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10. This face owes to the sexton his dismalest fee, An unceasing death-bell tolls there.

11. Those then are really men the bosses and tufts of

the great round globe !

12. Features of my equals, would you trick me with yourt/

creased and cadaverous march ? Well, you cannot trick me.

is. I see your rounded never-erased flow,

I see neath the rims of your haggard and mean dis

guises.

14. Splay and twist as you like poke with the tangling

fores of fishes or rats, You'll be unmuzzled, you certainly will.

15. I saw the face of the most smeared and slobbering

idiot they had at the asylum,

And I knew for my consolation what they knew not,

And I knew of the agents that emptied and broke my brother,

The same wait to clear the rubbish from the fallen tenement,

And I shall look again in a score or two of ages, r And I shall meet the real landlord, perfect and un harmed, every inch as good as myself.

16. The Lord advances, and yet advances,

Always the shadow in front always the reached hand bringing up the laggards.

17. Out of this face emerge banners and horses 0

superb ! I see what is coming,

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I see the high pioneer-caps I see the staves of

runners clearing the way, I hear victorious drums.

is. This face is a life-boat,

This is the face commanding and bearded, it asks no

odds of the rest,

This face is flavored fruit, ready for eating, This face of a healthy honest boy is the programme of

all good.

}9. These faces bear testimony slumbering or awake, They show their descent from the Master himself.

20. Off the word I have spoken I except not one red,

white, black, are all deific,

In each house is the ovum it comes forth after a thousand years.

21. Spots or cracks at the windows do not disturb me, Tall and sufficient stand behind, and make signs to

me, 1 read the promise, and patiently wait.

22. This is a full-grown lily's face,

She speaks to the limber-hipp'd man near the garden

pickets, Come here, she blushingly cries. Come nigh to me,

limber-hipped man, and give me your finger and

thumb,

Stand at my side till I lean as high as I can upon you. Fill me with albescent honey, bend down to me, Rub to me with your chafing beard, rub to my breast

and shoulders.

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23. The old face of the mother of many children ! Whist ! I am fully content.

24. Lulled and late is the smoke of the First Day

morning,

It hangs low over the rows of trees by the fences, It hangs thin by the sassafras, the wild-cherry, and

the cat-brier under them.

25. I saw the rich ladies in full dress at the soiree, I heard what the singers were singing so long, Heard who sprang in crimson youth from the white

froth and the water-blue.

26. Behold a woman !

She looks out from her quaker cap her face is clearer and more beautiful than the sky.

27. She sits in an arm-chair, under the shaded porch of

the farm-house, The sun just shines on her old white head.

28. Her ample gown is of cream-hued linen,

Her grand-sons raised the flax, and her grand daughters spun it with the distaff and the wheel.

29. The melodious character of the earth,

The finish beyond which philosophy cannot go, and

does not wish to go, The justified mother of men.

EUROPE,

The J2d and 73d Years of Thefe States.

1. SUDDENLY out of its stale and drowsy lair, the lair of

slaves,

Like lightning it le'pt forth, half startled at itself, Its feet upon the ashes and the rags its hands tight

to the throats of kings.

2. O hope and faith !

0 aching close of exiled patriots' lives ! 0 many a sickened heart !

Turn back unto this day, and make yourselves afresh.

3. And you, paid to defile the People ! you liars, mark ! Not for numberless agonies, murders, lusts,

For court thieving in its manifold mean forms, worm ing from his simplicity the poor man's wages,

For many a promise sworn by royal lips, and broken, and laughed at in the breaking,

Then in their power, not for all these did the blows strike revenge, or the heads of the nobles fall;

The People scorned the ferocity of kings,

4. But the sweetness of mercy brewed bitter destruction,

and the frightened rulers come back,

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Each comes in state with his train hangman, priest,

tax-gatherer, Soldier, lawyer, lords, jailers, and sycophants.

5. Yet behind all, hovering, stealing lo, a Shape, Vague as the night, draped interminably, head front

and form, in scarlet folds, Whose face and eyes none may see, Out of its robes only this the red robes, lifted by

the arm, One finger crook' d, pointed high over the top, like

the head of a snake appears.

e. Meanwhile, corpses lie in new-made graves bloody

corpses of young men ; The rope of the gibbet hangs heavily, the bullets of

princes are flying, the creatures of power laugh

aloud, And all these things bear fruits and they are good.

7. Those corpses of young men,

Those martyrs that hang from the gibbets those

hearts pierced by the gray lead, Cold and motionless as they seem, live elsewhere with

unslaughter'd vitality.

s. They live in other young men, 0 kings !

They live in brothers, again ready to defy you ! They were purified by death they were taught and exalted.

9. Not a grave of the murdered for freedom, but grows

seed for freedom, in its turn to bear seed, Which the winds carry afar and re-sow, and the rains and the snows nourish.

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10. Not a disembodied spirit can the weapons of tyrants

let loose,

But it stalks invisibly over the earth, whispering, counselling, cautioning.

11. Liberty ! let others despair of you ! I never despair

of you.

12. Is the house shut ? Is the master away ? Nevertheless be ready be not weary of watching, He will soon return his messengers come anon.

THOUGHT.

OF Public Opinion,

Of a calm and cool fiat, sooner or later, (How im passive ! How certain and final !)

Of the President with pale face asking secretly to himself, What will the people say at last?

Of the frivolous Judge Of the corrupt Congressman, Governor, Mayor Of such as these, standing helpless and exposed;

Of the mumbling and screaming priest (soon, soon deserted ;)

Of the lessening, year by year, of venerableness, and of the dicta of officers, statutes, pulpits, schools,

Of the rising forever taller and stronger and broader, of the intuitions of men and women, and of self- esteem, and of personality ;

Of the New World Of the Democracies, resplendent, en-masse,

Of the conformity of politics, armies, navies, to them and to me,

Of the shining sun by them Of the inherent light, greater than the rest,

Of the envelopment of all by them, and of the effusion of all from them.

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To the garden, the world, anew ascending,

Potent mates, daughters, sons, preluding,

The love, the life of their bodies, meaning and being,

Curious, here behold my resurrection, after slumber,

The revolving cycles, in their wide sweep, having

brought me again, Amorous, mature all beautiful to me all won

drous, My limbs, and the quivering fire that ever plays

through them, for reasons, most wondrous ; Existing, I peer and penetrate still, Content with the present content with the past, By my side, or back of me, Eve following, Or in front, and I following her just the same.

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FROM that of myself, without which I were nothing, From what I am determined to make illustrious, even

if I stand sole among men,

From my own voice resonant singing the phallus, Singing the song of procreation, Singing the need of superb children, and therein

superb grown people,

Singing the muscular urge and the blending, Singing the bedfellow's song, (0 resistless yearning ! 0 for any and each, the body correlative attracting ! 0 for you, whoever you are, your correlative body !

0 it, more than all else, you delighting !) From the pent up rivers of myself,

From the hungry gnaw that eats me night and day, From native moments from bashful pains sing ing them,

Singing something yet unfound, though I have dili gently sought it, ten thousand years, Singing the true song of the Soul, fitful, at random, Singing what, to the Soul, entirely redeemed her, the faithful one, the prostitute, who detained me when

1 went to the city, Singing the song of prostitutes ;

Renascent with grossest Nature, or among animals, Of that of them, and what goes with them, my

poems informing, Of the smell of apples and lemons of the pairing

of birds, Of the wet of woods of the lapping of waves,

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Of the mad pushes of waves upon the land I them chanting,

The overture lightly sounding the strain antici pating,

The welcome nearness the sight of the perfect body,

The swimmer swimming naked in the bath, or mo tionless on his back lying and floating,

The female form approaching I, pensive, love-flesh tremulous, aching ;

The slave's body for sale I, sternly, with harsh voice, auctioneering, «

The divine list, for myself or you, or for any one, making,

The face the limbs the index from head to foot, and what it arouses,

The mystic deliria the madness amorous the utter

abandonment, ^Hark, close and still, what I now whisper to you,

I love you - 0 you entirely possess me,

0 I wish that you and I escape from the rest, and go utterly off 0 free and lawless,

Two hawks in the air two fishes swimming in the sea not more lawless than we ;)

The furious storm through me careering I passion ately trembling,

The oath of the inseparableness of two together of the woman that loves me, and whom I love more than my life That oath swearing, (0 I willingly stake all, for you !

0 let me be lost, if it must be so !

0 you and I what is it to us what the rest do or think ?

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290 LEAVES OF GRASS.

What is all else to us ? only that we enjoy each other,

and exhaust each other, if it must be so ;) From the master the pilot I yield the vessel to, The general commanding me, commanding all from

him permission taking, From time the programme hastening, (I have loitered

too long, as it is ;)

From sex From the warp and from the woof, (To talk to the perfect girl who understands me the

girl of The States, To waft to her these from my own lips to effuse

them from my own body ;) From privacy From frequent repinings alone, From plenty of persons near, and yet the right person

not near, From the soft sliding of hands over me, and thrusting

of fingers through my hair and beard, From the long-sustained kiss upon the mouth or

bosom, From the close pressure that makes me or any man

drunk, fainting with excess, From what the divine husband knows from the

work of fatherhood,

From exultation, victory, and relief from the bed fellow's embrace in the night,

From the act-poems of eyes, hands, hips, and bosoms, From the cling of the trembling arm, From the bending curve and the clinch, From side by side, the pliant coverlid off throwing, From the one so unwilling to have me leave and

me just as unwilling to leave, (Yet a moment, 0 tender waiter, and I return,) From the hour of shining stars and dropping dews,

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From the night, a moment, I, emerging, flitting out, Celebrate you, enfans prepared for, And you, stalwart loins.

1. 0 MY children ! 0 mates !

0 the bodies of you, and of all men and women,

engirth me, and I engirth them, 0 they will not let me off, nor I them, till I go with

them, respond to them, And respond to the contact of them, and discorrupt

them, and charge them with the charge of the

Soul.

2. Was it doubted if those who corrupt their own bodies

conceal themselves ? And if those who defile the living are as bad as they

who defile the dead ?

And if the body does not do as much as the Soul ? And if the body were not the Soul, what is the Soul ?

3. The love of the body of man or woman balks account

the body itself balks account, That of the male is perfect, and that of the female is perfect.

4. The expression of the face balks account,

But the expression of a well made man appears not only in his face,

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It is in his limbs and joints also, it is curiously in the

joints of his hips and wrists, It is in his walk, the carriage of his neck, the flex

of his waist and knees dress does not hide

him, The strong, sweet, supple quality he has, strikes

through the cotton and flannel, To see him pass conveys as much as the best poem,

perhaps more, You linger to see his back, and the back of his neck

and shoulder-side.

5. The sprawl and fulness of babes, the bosoms and heads of women, the folds of their dress, their style as we pass in the street, the contour of their shape downwards,

The swimmer naked in the swimming bath, seen as he swims through the transparent green-shine, or lies with his face up, and rolls silently to and fro in the heave of the water,

The bending forward and backward of rowers in row- boats the horseman in his saddle,

Girls, mothers, house-keepers, in all their perform ances,

The group of laborers seated at noon-time with their open dinner-kettles, and their wives waiting,

The female soothing a child the farmer's daughter in the garden or cow-yard,

The young fellow hoeing corn the sleigh-driver guiding his six horses through the crowd,

The wrestle of wrestlers, two apprentice-boys, quite grown, lusty, good-natured, native-born, out on the vacant lot at sun-down, after work,

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The coats and caps thrown down, the embrace of love

and resistance. The upper-hold and under-hold, the hair rumpled

over and blinding the eyes ; The march of firemen in their own costumes, the

play of masculine muscle through clean-setting

trousers and waist-straps, The slow return from the fire, the pause when the

bell strikes suddenly again, and the listening on

the alert, The natural, perfect, varied attitudes the bent head,

the curved neck, and the counting, Such-like I love I loosen myself, pass freely, am at

the mother's breast with the little child, Swim with the swimmers, wrestle with wrestlers,

march in line with the firemen, and pause, listen,

and count.

s. I knew a man, He was a common farmer he was the father of five

sons, And in them were the fathers of sons and in them

were the fathers of sons.

7. This man was of wonderful vigor, calmness, beauty

of person, The shape of his head, the richness and breadth of

his manners, the pale yellow and white of his

hair and beard, and the immeasurable meaning

of his black eyes, These I used to go and visit him to see he was wise

also,

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He was six feet tall, he was over eighty years old his sons were massive, clean, bearded, tan-faced, handsome,

They and his daughters loved him all who saw him loved him,

They did not love him by allowance they loved him with personal love ;

He drank water only the blood showed like scarlet through the clear-brown skin of his face,

He was a frequent gunner and fisher he sailed his boat himself he had a fine one presented to him by a ship-joiner he had fowling- pieces, presented to him by men that loved him;

When he went with his five sons and many grand sons to hunt or fish, you would pick him out as the most beautiful and vigorous of the gang,

You would wish long and long to be with him you would wish to sit by him in the boat, that you and he might touch each other.

s. I have perceived that to be with those I like is

enough, To stop in company with the rest at evening is

enough, To be surrounded by beautiful, curious, breathing,

laughing flesh is enough, To pass among them, or touch any one, or rest my

arm ever so lightly round his or her neck for a

moment what is this, then ? I do not ask any more delight I swim in it, as in

a sea.

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9. There is something in staying close to men and women, and looking on them, and in the contact and odor of them, that pleases the Soul well, All things please the Soul but these please the Soul well.

10. This is the female form,

A divine nimbus exhales from it from head to foot,

It attracts with fierce undeniable attraction,

I am drawn by its breath as if I were no more than

a helpless vapor all falls aside but myself

and it, Books, art, religion, time, the visible and solid earth,

the atmosphere and the clouds, and what was

expected of heaven or feared of hell, are now

consumed, Mad filaments, ungovernable shoots play out of it, the

response likewise ungovernable, Hair, bosom, hips, bend of legs, negligent falling

hands, all diffused mine too diffused, Ebb stung by the flow, and flow stung by the ebb

love-flesh swelling and deliciously aching, Limitless limpid jets of love hot and enormous,

quivering jelly of love, white-blow and delirious

juice, Bridegroom-night of love, working surely and softly

into the prostrate dawn,

Undulating into the willing and yielding day, Lost in the cleave of the clasping and sweet-fleshed

day.

11. This is the nucleus after the child is born of

woman, the man is born of woman,

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This is the bath of birth this is the merge of small and large, and the outlet again.

12. Be not ashamed, women your privilege encloses

the rest, and is the exit of the rest, You are the gates of the body, and you are the gates of the Soul.

is. The female contains all qualities, and tempers them

she is in her place, and moves with perfect

balance, She is all things duly veiled she is both passive and

active, She is to conceive daughters as well as sons, and sons

as well as daughters.

14. As I see my Soul reflected in nature,

As I see through a mist, one with inexpressible com pleteness and beauty,

See the bent head and arms folded over the breast the female I see.

15. The male is not less the Soul, nor more he too is in

his place,

He too is all qualities he is action and power, The flush of the known universe is in him, Scorn becomes him well, and appetite and defiance

become him well, The wildest largest passions, bliss that is utmost,

sorrow that is utmost, become him well pride

is for him, The full-spread pride of man is calming and excellent

to the Soul ;

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Knowledge becomes him he likes it always he brings everything to the test of himself.

Whatever the survey, whatever the sea and the sail, he strikes soundings at last only here,

Where else does he strike soundings, except here ?

16. The man's body is sacred, and the woman's body is

sacred,

No matter who it is, it is sacred ; Is it a slave ? Is it one of the dull-faced immigrants

just landed on the wharf ? Each belongs here or anywhere just as much as the

well-off just as much as you, Each has his or her place in the procession.

17. All is a procession,

The universe is a procession, with measured and beautiful motion.

is. Do you know so much yourself, that you call the slave

or the dull-face ignorant ? Do you suppose you have a right to a good sight, and

he or she has no right to a sight ? Do you think matter has cohered together from its

diffused float and the soil is on the surface,

and water runs, and vegetation sprouts, For you only, and not for him and her ?

19. A man's body at auction !

I help the auctioneer the sloven does not half know his business.

20. Gentlemen, look on this wonder !

Whatever the bids of the bidders, they cannot be high enough for it,

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For it the globe lay preparing quintillions of yea^s,

without .one animal or plant, For it the revolving cycles truly and steadily rolled.

21. In this head the all-baffling brain,

In it and below it, the making of the attributes of heroes.

22. Examine these limbs, red, black, or white they are

so cunning in tendon and nerve, They shall be stript, that you may see them.

23. Exquisite senses, life-lit eyes, pluck, volition, Flakes of breast-muscle, pliant back-bone and neck,

flesh not flabby, good-sized arms and legs, And wonders within there yet.

24. Within there runs blood, The same old blood !

The same red-running blood !

There swells and jets a heart there all passions,

desires, Teachings, aspirations, Do you think they are not there because they are not

expressed in parlors and lecture-rooms ?

25. This is not only one man this is the father of those

who shall be fathers in their turns, In him the start of populous states and rich republics, Of him countless immortal lives, with countless em bodiments and enjoyments.

26. How do you know who shall come from the offspring

of his offspring through the centuries ?

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Who might you find you have come from yourself, if you could trace back through the centuries ?

27. A woman's body at auction !

She too is not only herself she is the teeming

mother of mothers, She is the bearer of them that shall grow and be

mates to the mothers.

28. Her daughters, or their daughters' daughters who

knows who shall mate with them ? Who knows through the centuries what heroes may come from them ?

29. In them, and of them, natal love in them that

divine mystery, the same old beautiful mystery.

so. Have you ever loved the body of a woman ? Have you ever loved the body of a man ? Your father where is your father ? Your mother is she living? have you been much

with her ? and has she been much with you ? Do you not see that these are exactly the same to all,

in all nations and times, all over the earth ?

31. If any thing is sacred, the human body is sacred, And the glory and sweet of a man, is the token of

manhood untainted,

And in man or woman, a clean, strong, firm-fibred body, is beautiful as the most beautiful face.

32. Have you seen the fool that corrupted his own live

body ? or the fool that corrupted her own live body?

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For they do not conceal themselves, and cannot con ceal themselves.

33. 0 my body! I dare not desert the likes of you in other men and women, nor the likes of the parts of you ;

I believe the likes of .you are to stand or fall with the likes of the Soul, (and that they are the Soul,)

I believe the likes of you shall stand or fall with my poems and that they are poems,

Man's, woman's, child's, youth's, wife's, husband's, mother's, father's, young man's, young woman's poems,

Head, neck, hair, ears, drop and tympan of the ears,

Eyes, eye-fringes, iris of the eye, eye-brows, and the waking or sleeping of the lids,

Mouth, tongue, lips, teeth, roof of the mouth, jaws, and the jaw-hinges,

Nose, nostrils of the nose, and the partition,

Cheeks, temples, forehead, chin, throat, back of the neck, neck-slue,

Strong shoulders, manly beard, scapula, hind-shoul ders, and the ample side-round of the chest,

Upper-arm, arm-pit, elbow-socket, lower-arm, arm- sinews, arm-bones,

Wrist and wrist-joints, hand, palm, knuckles, thumb, fore-finger, finger-balls,, finger-joints, finger-nails,

Broad breast-front, curling hair of the breast, breast bone, breast-side,

Ribs, belly, back-bone, joints of the back-bone,

Hips, hip-sockets, hip-strength, inward and outward *-* round, man-balls, man-root,

Strong set of thighs, well carrying the trunk above,

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Leg-fibres, knee, knee-pan,. upper-leg, under-leg,

Ankles, instep, foot-ball, toes, toe-joints, the heel,

All attitudes, all the shapeliness, all the belongings of my or your body, or of any one's body, male or female,

The lung-sponges, the stomach-sac, the bowels sweet and clean,

The brain in its folds inside the skull-frame,

Sympathies, heart-valves, palate-valves, sexuality, ma ternity,

Womanhood, and all that is a woman and the man that comes from woman,

The womb, the teats, nipples, breast-milk, tears, laugh ter, weeping, love-looks, love-perturbations and risings,

The voice, articulation, language, whispering, shout ing aloud,

Food, drink, pulse, digestion, sweat, sleep, walking, swimming,

Poise on the hips, leaping, reclining, embracing, arm- curving, and tightening,

The continual changes of the flex of the mouth, and around the eyes,

The skin, the sun-burnt shade, freckles, hair,

The curious sympathy one feels, when feeling with the hand the naked meat of his own body, or another person's body,

The circling rivers, the breath, and breathing it in and out,

The beauty of the waist, and thence of the hips, and thence downward toward the knees,

The thin red jellies within you, or within me the bones, and the marrow in the bones,

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The exquisite realization of health,

0 I say now these are not the parts and poems of the

body only, but of the Soul, 0 I say these are the Soul !

1. A WOMAN waits for me she contains all, nothing is

lacking,

Yet all were lacking, if sex were lacking, or if the moisture of the right man were lacking.

2. Sex contains all,

Bodies, Souls, meanings, proofs, purities, delicacies, results, promulgations,

Songs, commands, health, pride, the maternal mystery, the Semitic milk,

All hopes, benefactions, bestowals,

All the passions, loves, beauties, delights of the earth,

All the governments, judges, gods, followed persons of the earth,

These are contained in sex, as parts of itself, and jus tifications of itself.

3. Without shame the man I like knows and avows the

deliciousness of his sex,

Without shame the woman I like knows and avows hers.

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0 I will fetch bully breeds of children yet !

1 will dismiss myself from impassive women,

I will go stay with her who waits for me, and with those women that are warm-blooded and suffi cient for me ;

I see that they understand me, and do not deny me, I see that they are worthy of me I will be the robust husband of those women.

They are not one jot less than I am,

They are tanned in the face by shining suns and blow ing winds,

Their flesh has the old divine suppleness and strength,

They know how to swim, row, ride, wrestle, shoot, run, strike, retreat, advance, resist, defend them selves,

They are ultimate in their own right they are calm, clear, well-possessed of themselves.

I draw you close to me, you women !

I cannot let you go, I would do you good,

I am for you, and you are for me, not only for our

own sake, but for others' sakes ; Enveloped in you sleep greater heroes and bards, They refuse to awake at the touch of any man but me.

It is I, you women I make my way,

I am stern, acrid, large, undissuadable but I love

you,

I do not hurt you any more than is necessary for you, I pour the stuff to start sons and daughters fit for These

States I press with slow rude muscle, I brace myself effectually I listen to no entreaties,

304 EN FANS D' ADAM.

I dare not withdraw till I deposit what has so long accumulated within me.

s. Through you I drain the pent-up rivers of myself, In you I wrap a thousand onward years, On you I graft the grafts of the best^beloved of me and

of America, The drops I distil upon you shall grow fierce and

athletic girls, new artists, musicians, and singers, The babes I beget upon you are to beget babes in

their turn, I shall demand perfect men and women out of my

love-spendings, I shall expect them to interpenetrate with others, as I

and you interpenetrate now, I shall count on the fruits of the gushing showers of

them, as I count on the fruits of the gushing

showers I give now, I shall look for loving crops from the birth, life, death,

immortality, I plant so lovingly now.

SPONTANEOUS me, Nature,

The loving day, the friend I am happy with,

The arm of my friend hanging idly over my shoulder,

The hill-side whitened with blossoms of the mountain

ash, The same, late in autumn the gorgeous hues of red,

yellow, drab, purple, and light and dark green,

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The rich coverlid of the grass animals and birds

the private untrimmed bank the primitive apples

the pebble-stones, Beautiful dripping fragments the negligent list of

one after another, as I happen to call them to me,

or think of them, The real poems, (what we call poems being merely

pictures,) The poems of the privacy of the night, and of men

like me, This poem, drooping shy and unseen, that I always

carry, and that all men carry, (Know, once for all, avowed on purpose, wherever are

men like me, are our lusty, lurking, masculine,

poems,)

Love-thoughts, love-juice, love-odor, love-yielding, love- climbers, and the climbing sap, Arms and hands of love lips of love phallic thumb

of love breasts of love bellies pressed and

glued together with love, Earth of chaste love life that is only life after

love, The body of my love the body of the woman I

love the body of the man the body of the

earth,

Soft forenoon airs that blow from the south-west, The hairy wild-bee that murmurs and hankers up and

down that gripes the full-grown lady-flower,

curves upon her with amorous firm legs, takes

his will of her, and holds himself tremulous and

tight upon her till he is satisfied, The wet of woods through the early hours,

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Two sleepers at night lying close together as they sleep,

one with an arm slanting down across and below

the waist of the other, The smell of apples, aromas from crushed sage-plant,

mint, birch-bark,

The boy's longings, the glow and pressure as he con fides to me what he was dreaming, The dead leaf whirling its spiral whirl, and falling still

and content to the ground, The no-formed stings that sights, people, objects, sting

me with, The hubbed sting of myself, stinging me as much as it

ever can any one, The sensitive, orbic, underlapped brothers, that only

privileged feelers may be intimate where they

are, The curious roamer, the hand, roaming all over the

body the bashful withdrawing of flesh where

the fingers soothingly pause and edge themselves, The limpid liquid within the young man, The vexed corrosion, so pensive and so painful, The torment the irritable tide that will not be at

rest, The like of the same I feel the like of the same in

others, The young woman that flushes and flushes, and the

young man that flushes and flushes, The young man that wakes, deep at night, the hot

hand seeking to repress what would master him

the strange half-welcome pangs, visions, sweats, The pulse pounding through palms and trembling

encircling fingers the young man all colored,

red, ashamed, angry ;

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The souse upon me of my lover the sea, as I lie willing

and naked, The merriment of the twin-babes that crawl over the

grass in the sun, the mother never turning her

vigilant eyes from them, The walnut-trunk, the walnut-husks, and the ripening

or ripened long-round walnuts, The continence of vegetables, birds, animals, The consequent meanness of me should I skulk or find

myself indecent, while birds and animals never

once skulk or find themselves indecent, The great chastity of paternity, to match the great

chastity of maternity, The oath of procreation I have sworn my Adamic

and fresh daughters, The greed that eats me day and night with hungry

gnaw, till I saturate what shall produce boys to

fill my place when I am through, The wholesome relief, repose, content, And this bunch plucked at random from myself, It has done its work I toss it carelessly to fall

where it may.

i. 0 FURIOUS ! 0 confine me not ! (What is this that frees me so in storms ? What do my shouts amid lightnings and raging winds mean ?)

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2. 0 to drink the mystic deliria deeper than any other man!

0 savage and tender achings !

(I bequeath them to you, my children,

1 tell them to you, for reasons, 0 bridegroom and

bride.)

3- 0 to be yielded to you, whoever you are, and you to

be yielded me, in defiance of the world ! (Know, I am a man, attracting, at any time, her I but

look upon, or touch with the tips of my fingers, Or that touches my face, or leans against me.)

4. 0 to return to Paradise !

0 to draw you to me to plant on you, for the first time, the lips of a determined man !

0 rich and feminine ! 0 to show you to realize the blood of life for yourself, whoever you are and no matter when and where you live.

5. 0 the puzzle the thrice-tied knot the deep and

dark pool ! 0 all untied and illumined !

0 to speed where there is space enough and air enough at last!

0 to be absolved from previous follies and degrada tions I from mine, and you from yours !

0 to find a new unthought-of nonchalance with the best of nature !

0 to have the gag removed from one's mouth !

0 to have the feeling, to-day or any day, I am suffi cient as I am !

e. 0 something unproved ! something in a trance ! 0 madness amorous ! 0 trembling !

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0 to escape utterly from others' anchors and holds !

To drive free ! to love free ! to dash reckless and dangerous !

To court destruction with taunts with invitations !

To ascend to leap to the heavens of the love indicated to me !

To rise thither with my inebriate Soul !

To be lost, if it must be so !

To feed the remainder of life with one hour of ful ness and freedom !

With one brief hour of madness and joy.

You and I what the earth is, we are,

We two how long we were fooled !

Now delicious, transmuted, swiftly we escape, as

Nature escapes, We are Nature long have we been absent, but now

we return,

We become plants, leaves, foliage, roots, bark, We are bedded in the ground we are rocks, We are oaks we grow in the openings side by side, We browse we are two among the wild herds,

spontaneous as any,

We are two fishes swimming in the sea together, We are what the locust blossoms are we drop scent

around the lanes, mornings and evenings, We are also the coarse smut of beasts, vegetables,

minerals,

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We are what the flowing wet of the Tennessee is

we are two peaks of the Blue Mountains, rising

up in Virginia, We are two predatory hawks we soar above and

look down, We are two resplendent suns we it is who balance

ourselves orbic and stellar we are as two

comets ; . We prowl fanged and four-footed in the woods we

spring on prey ; We are two clouds, forenoons and afternoons, driving

overhead, .We are seas mingling we are two of those cheerful

waves, rolling over each other, and interwetting

each other, We are what the atmosphere is, transparent, receptive,

pervious, impervious, We are snow, rain, cold, darkness we are each

product and influence of the globe, We have circled and circled till we have arrived

home again we two have, We have voided all but freedom, and all but our

own joy.

NATIVE moments ! when you come upon me Ah

you are here now ! Give me now libidinous joys only f Give me the drench of my passions ! Give me life

coarse and rank ! To-day, I go consort with nature's darlings to-night

too,

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I am for those who believe in loose delights I share the midnight orgies of young men,

I dance with the dancers, and drink with the drink ers,

The echoes ring with our indecent calls,

I take for my love some prostitute I pick out some low person for my dearest friend,

He shall be lawless, rude, illiterate he shall be one condemned by others for deeds done ;

I will play a part no longer Why should I exile myself from my companions ?

0 you shunned persons ! I at least do not shun you,

1 come forthwith in your midst I will be your poet, I will be more to you than to any of the rest.

ONCE I passed through a populous city, imprinting my brain, for future use, with its shows, architec ture, customs, and traditions ;

Yet now, of all that city, I remember only a woman I casually met there, who detained me for love of me,

Day by day and night by night we were together, All else has long been forgotten by me,

I remember I say only that woman who passionately clung to me,

Again we wander we love we separate again,

Again she holds me by the hand I must not go !

I see her close beside me, with silent lips, sad and tremulous.

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INQUIRING, tireless, seeking that yet unfound,

I, a child, very old, over waves, toward the house of

maternity, the land of migrations, look afar, Look off the shores of my Western Sea having

arrived at last where I am the circle almost

circled ; For coming westward from Hindustan, from the vales

of Kashmere, From Asia from the north from the God, the

sage, and the hero, From the south from the flowery peninsulas, and

the spice islands, Now I face the old home again looking over to it,

joyous, as after long travel, growth, and sleep ; But where is what I started for, so long ago ? And why is it yet unfound ?

IN the new garden, in all the parts,

In cities now, modern, I wander,

Though the second or third result, or still further,

primitive yet,

Days, places, indifferent though various, the same, Time, Paradise, the Mannahatta, the prairies, finding

me unchanged, Death indifferent Is it that I lived long since ?

Was I buried very long ago ?

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For all that, I may now be watching you here, this

moment ; For the future, with determined will, I seek the

woman of the future, You, born years, centuries after me, I seek.

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AGES and ages, returning at intervals,

Undestroyed, wandering immortal,

Lusty, phallic, with the potent original loins, perfectly

sweet,

I, chanter of Adamic songs, Through the new garden, the "West, the great cities,

calling, Deliriate, thus prelude what is generated, offering

these, offering myself, Bathing myself, bathing my songs in sex, Offspring of my loins.

Mo . .

0 HYMEN ! 0 hymenee !

Why do you tantalize me thus ?

0 why sting me for a swift moment only ?

Why can you not continue ? 0 why do you now

cease ? Is it because, if you continued beyond the swift

moment, you would soon certainly kill me ?

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I AM he that aches with love ;

Does the earth gravitate ? Does not all matter, ach

ing, attract all matter ? So the body of me to all I meet, or that I know.

EARLY in the morning,

Walking forth from the hower, refreshed with sleep, Behold me where I pass hear my voice approach, Touch me touch the palm of your hand to my

body as I pass, Be not afraid of my body.

POEM OF THE ROAD.

1. AFOOT and light-hearted I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me,

The long brown path before me, leading wherever I choose.

2. Henceforth I ask not good-fortune I am good-

fortune, Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more,

need nothing, Strong and content, I travel the open road.

3. The earth that is sufficient,

I do not want the constellations any nearer,

I know they are very well where they are,

I know they suffice for those who belong to them.

4. Still here I carry my old delicious burdens,

I carry them, men and women I carry them with

me wherever I go,

I swear it is impossible for me to get rid of them, I am filled with them, and I will fill them in return.

5. You road I travel and look around ! I believe you

are not all that is here, I believe that much unseen is also here.

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e. Here is the profound lesson of reception, neither preference or denial,

The black with his woolly head, the felon, the dis eased, the illiterate person, are not denied ;

The birth, the hasting after the physician, the beg gar's tramp, the drunkard's stagger, the laughing party of mechanics,

The escaped youth, the rich person's carriage, the fop, the eloping couple,

The early market-man, the hearse, the moving of furniture into the town, the return back from the town,

They pass, I also pass, any thing passes none can be interdicted,

None but are accepted, none but are dear to me.

7. You air that serves me with breath to speak !

You objects that call from diffusion my meanings and give them shape !

You light that wraps me and all things in delicate equable showers !

You animals moving serenely over the earth !

You birds that wing yourselves through the air ! you insects !

You sprouting growths from the farmers' fields ! you stalks and weeds by the fences !

You paths worn in the irregular hollows by the road sides !

I think you are latent with curious existences you are so dear to me.

8. You flagged walks of the cities ! you strong curbs at

the edges !

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You ferries ! you planks and posts of wharves ! you timber-lined sides ! you distant ships !

You rows of houses ! you window-pierced fagades ! you roofs !

You porches and entrances ! you copings and iron guards !

You windows whose transparent shells might expose so much !

You doors and ascending steps ! you arches !

You gray stones of interminable pavements ! you trod den crossings !

From all that has been near you I believe you have imparted to yourselves, and now would impart the same secretly to me,

From the living and the dead I think you have peopled your impassive surfaces, and the spirits thereof would be evident and amicable with me.

9. The earth expanding right hand and left hand, The picture alive, every part in its best light, The music falling in where it is wanted, and stopping

where it was not wanted, The cheerful voice of the public road the gay fresh

sentiment of the road.

10. 0 highway I travel ! 0 public road ! do you say to

me, Do not leave me ? Do you say, Venture not ? If you leave me, you are

lost? Do you say, I am already prepared I am well-beaten

and undenied adhere to me ?

11. 0 public road ! I say back, I am not afraid to leave

you yet I love you,

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You express me better than I can express myself, You shall be more to me than my poem.

12. I think heroic deeds were all conceived in the open

air,

I think I could stop here myself, and do miracles, I think whatever I meet on the road I shall like, and

whoever beholds me shall like ine, I think whoever I see must be happy.

13. From this hour, freedom !

From this hour I ordain myself loosed of limits and imaginary lines,

Going where I list my own master, total and abso lute,

Listening to others, and considering well what they say,

Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating,

Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds that would hold me.

14. I inhale great draughts of air,

The east and the west are mine, and the north and the south are mine.

15. I am larger than I thought,

I did not know I held so much goodness.

16. All seems beautiful to me,

I can repeat over to men and women, You have done such good to me, I would do the same to you.

17. I will recruit for myself and you as I go,

I will scatter myself among men and women as I go,

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I will toss the new gladness and roughness among

them ;

Whoever denies me, it shall not trouble me, Whoever accepts me, he or she shall be% blessed, and

shall bless me.

is. Now if a thousand perfect men were to appear, it

would not amaze me,

Now if a thousand beautiful forms of women appeared, it would not astonish me.

19. Now I see the secret of the making of the best

persons,

It is to grow in the open air, and to eat and sleep with the earth.

20. Here is space here a great personal deed has room, A great deed seizes upon the hearts of the whole race

of men,

Its effusion of strength and will overwhelms law, and mocks all authority and all argument against it.

21. Here is the test of wisdom,

Wisdom is not finally tested in schools,

Wisdom cannot be passed from one having it, to an other not having it,

Wisdom is of the Soul, is not susceptible of proof, is its own proof,

Applies to all stages and objects and qualities, and is content,

Is the certainty of the reality and immortality of things, and the excellence of things ;

Something there is in the float of the sight of things that provokes it out of the Soul.

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22. Now I reexamine philosophies and religions,

They may prove well in lecture-rooms, yet not prove at all under the spacious clouds, and along the landscape and flowing currents.

23. Here is realization,

Here is a man tallied he realizes here what he has

in him, The animals, the past, the future, light, space,

majesty, love, if they are vacant of you, you

are vacant of them.

24. Only the kernel of every object nourishes ;

Where is he who tears off the husks for you and me ? Where is he that undoes stratagems and envelopes for you and me ?

25. Here is adhesiveness it is not previously fashioned

it is apropos ; Do you know what it is, as you pass, to be loved by

strangers ? Do you know the talk of those turning eye-balls ?

26. Here is the efflux of the Soul,

The efflux of the Soul comes through beautiful gates

of laws, provoking questions ; These yearnings, why are they ? These thoughts in

the darkness, why are they ? Why are there men arid women that while they are

nigh me, the sun-light expands my blood ? Why, when they leave me, do my pennants of joy sink

flat and lank ? Why are there trees I never walk under, but large and

melodious thoughts descend upon me ?

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(I think they hang there winter and summer on those trees, and always drop fruit as I pass ;)

What is it I interchange so suddenly with strangers ?

What with some driver, as I ride on the seat by his side?

What with some fisherman, drawing his seine by the shore, as I walk by and pause ?

What gives me to be free to a woman's or man's good will ? What gives them to be free to mine ?

27. The efflux of the Soul is happiness here is

happiness,

I think it pervades the air, waiting at all times, Now it flows into us we are rightly charged.

28. Here rises the fluid and attaching character ;

The fluid and attaching character is the freshness and sweetness of man and woman,

The herbs of the morning sprout no fresher and sweeter every day out of the roots of them selves, than it sprouts fresh and sweet contin ually out of itself.

29. Toward the fluid and attaching character exudes the

sweat of the love of young and old, From it falls distilled the charm that mocks beauty

and attainments, Toward it heaves the shuddering longing ache of

contact.

so. Allons ! Whoever you are, come travel with me ! Travelling with me, you find what never tires.

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si. The earth never tires,

The earth is rude, silent, incomprehensible at first

Nature is rude and incomprehensible at first ; Be not discouraged keep on there are divine

things, well enveloped, I swear to you there are divine things more beautiful

than words can tell.

32. Aliens ! We must not stop here !

However sweet these laid-up stores however con venient this dwelling, we cannot remain here,

However sheltered this port, and however calm these waters, we must not anchor here,

However welcome the hospitality that surrounds us, we are permitted to receive it but a little while.

33. Allons ! The inducements shall be great to you ; We will sail pathless and wild seas,

We will go where winds blow, waves dash, and the Yankee clipper speeds by under full sail.

34. Allons ! With power, liberty, the earth, the elements ! Health, defiance, gayety, self-esteem, curiosity ; Allons ! from all formules !

From your formules, 0 bat-eyed and materialistic priests !

35. The stale cadaver blocks up the passage the burial

waits no longer.

36. Allons ! Yet take warning !

He travelling with me needs the best blood, thews, endurance,

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None may come to the trial, till he or she bring courage and health.

37. Come not here if you have already spent the best of

yourself ;

Only those may come, who come in sweet and deter mined bodies,

No diseased person no rum-drinker or venereal taint is permitted here.

38. I and mine do not convince by arguments, similes,

rhymes, We convince by our presence.

39. Listen ! I will be honest with you,

I do not offer the old smooth prizes, but offer rough

new prizes, These are the days that must happen to you :

40. You shall not heap up what is called riches,

You shall scatter with lavish hand all that you earn or achieve,

You but arrive at the city to which you were des tined you hardly settle yourself to satisfaction, before you are called by an irresistible call to depart,

You shall be treated to the ironical smiles and mock- ings of those who remain behind you,

What beckonings of love you receive, you shall only answer with passionate kisses of parting,

You shall not allow the hold of those who spread their reached hands toward you.

*i. Allons ! After the GREAT COMPANIONS ! and to belong to them!

324 LEAVES OF GRASS.

They too are on the road ! they are the swift and majestic men! they are the greatest women.

42. Over that which hindered them over that which retarded passing impediments large or small,

Committers of crimes, committers of many beautiful virtues,

Enjoyers of calms of seas, and storms of seas,

Sailors of many a ship, walkers of many a mile of land,

Habitues of many different countries, habitues of far- distant dwellings,

Trusters of men and women, observers of cities, soli tary toilers,

Pausers and contemplaters of tufts, blossoms, shells of the shore,

Dancers at wedding-dances, kissers of brides, tender helpers of children, bearers of children,

Soldiers of revolts, standers by gaping graves, lower- ers down cf coffins,

Journeyers over consecutive seasons, over the years the curious years, each emerging from that which preceded it,

Journeyers as with companions, namely, their own diverse phases,

Forth-steppers from the latent unrealized baby-days,

Journeyers gayly with their own youth Journeyers with their bearded and well-grained manhood,

Journeyers with their womanhood, ample, unsur passed, content,

Journeyers with their sublime old age of manhood or womanhood,

Old age, calm, expanded, broad with the haughty breadth of the universe,

POEM OF THE ROAD.

Old age, flowing free with the delicious near-by free- dom of death.

43. Allons ! To that which is endless, as it was beginning- less,

To undergo much, tramps of days, rests of nights,

To merge all in the travel they tend to, and the days and nights they tend to,

Again to merge them in the start of superior jour neys ;

To see nothing anywhere but what you may reach it and pass it,

To conceive no time, however distant, but what you may reach it and pass it,

To look up or down no road but it stretches and waits for you however long, but it stretches and waits for you ;

To see no being, not God's or any, but you also go thither,

To see no possession but you may possess it enjoy ing all without labor or purchase abstracting the feast, yet not abstracting one particle of it ;

To take the best of the farmer's farm and the rich man's elegant villa, and the chaste blessings of the well-married couple, and the fruits of or chards and flowers of gardens,

To take to your use out of the compact cities as you pass through,

To carry buildings and streets with you afterward wherever you go,

To gather the minds of men out of their brains as you encounter them to gather the love out of their hearts,

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326 LEAVES OF GRASS.

To take your own lovers on the road with you, for all

that you leave them behind you, To know the universe itself as a road as many

roads as roads for travelling Souls.

44. The Soul travels,

The body does not travel as much as the Soul, The body has just as great a work as the Soul, and parts away at last for the journeys of the Soul.

45. All parts away for the progress of Souls,

All religion, all solid things, arts, governments all that was or is apparent upon this globe or any globe, falls into niches and corners before the procession of Souls along the grand roads of the universe.

46. Of the progress of the Souls of men and women along

the grand roads of the universe, all other prog ress is the needed emblem and sustenance.

47. Forever alive, forever forward,

Stately, solemn, sad, withdrawn, baffled, mad, turbu' lent, feeble, dissatisfied,

Desperate, proud, fond, sick, accepted by men, re jected by men,

They go ! they go ! I know that they go, but I know not where they go,

But I know that they go toward the best toward something great.

48. Allons ! Whoever you are ! come forth !

You must not stay sleeping and dallying there in the house, though you built it, or though it has been built for you.

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49. Aliens ! out of the dark confinement !

It is useless to protest I know all, and expose it.

so. Behold, through you as bad as the rest,

Through the laughter, dancing, dining, supping, of

people, Inside of dresses and ornaments, inside of those

washed and trimmed faces, Behold a secret silent loathing and despair.

si. No husband, no wife, no friend, no lover, so trusted

as to hear the confession, Another self, a duplicate of every one, skulking

and hiding it goes, open and above board it

goes, Formless and wordless through the streets of the

cities, polite and bland in the parlors, In the cars of rail-roads, in steam-boats, in the public

assembly, Home to the houses of men and women, among their

families, at the table, in the bed-room, every where, Smartly attired, countenance smiling, form upright,

death under the breast-bones, hell under the

skull-bones, Under the broadcloth and gloves, under the ribbons

and artificial flowers, Keeping fair with the customs, speaking not a syllable

of itself, Speaking of anything else, but never of itself.

62. Allons ! Through struggles and wars !

The goal that was named cannot be countermanded.

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53. Have the past struggles succeeded ?

What has succeeded ? Yourself ? Your nation ? Nature ?

Now understand me well It is provided in the essence of things, that from any fruition of suc cess, no matter what, shall come forth something to make a greater struggle necessary.

54. My call is the call of battle I nourish active re

bellion,

He going with me must go well armed, He going with me goes often with spare diet, poverty,

angry enemies, desertions.

55. Allons ! The road is before us !

It is safe I have tried it my own feet have tried it well.

56. Allons ! Be not detained !

Let the paper remain on the desk unwritten, and the

book on the shelf unopened ! Let the tools remain in the workshop ! let the money

remain unearned !

Let the school stand ! mind not the cry of the teacher ! Let the preacher preach in his pulpit ! let the lawyer

plead in the court, and the judge expound the

law.

57. Mon enfant ! I give you my hand !

I give you my love, more precious than money,

I give you myself, before preaching or law ;

Will you give me yourself ? Will you come travel

with me ? Shall we stick by each other as long as we live ?

TO THE SAYERS OF WORDS.

1. EARTH, round, rolling, compact suns, moons, ani

mals all these are words to be said, Watery, vegetable, sauroid advances beings, pre

monitions, lispings of the future, Behold ! these are vast words to be said.

2. Were you thinking that those were the words those

upright lines ? those curves, angles, dots ? No, those are not the words the substantial words

are in the ground and sea, They are in the air they are in you.

3. Were you thinking that those were the words

those delicious sounds out of your friends' mouths ? No, the real words are more delicious than they.

4. Human bodies are words, myriads of words,

In the best poems re-appears the body, man's or woman's, well-shaped, natural, gay,

Every part able, active, receptive, without shame or the need of shame.

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5. Air, soil, water, fire, these are words,

I myself am a word with them my qualities inter penetrate with theirs my name is nothing to them,

Though it were told in the three thousand languages, what would air, soil, water, fire, know of my name ?

o. A healthy presence, a friendly or commanding ges ture, are words, sayings, meanings, The charms that go with the mere looks of some men and women, are sayings and meanings also.

7. The workmanship of Souls is by the inaudible words

of the earth,

The great masters, the sayers, know the earth's words, and use them more than the audible words.

s. Amelioration is one of the earth's words,

The earth neither lags nor hastens,

It has all attributes, growths, effects, latent in itself from the jump,

It is not half beautiful only defects and excres cences show just as much as perfections show.

a. The earth does not withhold, it is generous enough, The truths of the earth continually wait, they are

not so concealed either,

They are calm, subtle, untransmissible by print, They are imbued through all things, conveying them selves willingly,

Conveying a sentiment and invitation of the earth I utter and utter,

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I speak not, yet if you hear me not, of what avail am

I to you ? To bear to better lacking these, of what avail

am I ?

10. Accouche ! Accouchez !

Will you rot your own fruit in yourself there ? Will you squat and stifle there ?

IL The earth does not argue,

Is not pathetic, has no arrangements, Does not scream, haste, persuade, threaten, promise, Makes no discriminations, has no conceivable fail ures,

Closes nothing, refuses nothing, shuts none out, Of all the powers, objects, states, it notifies, shuts none out.

12. The earth does not exhibit itself, nor refuse to exhibit

itself possesses still underneath, Underneath the ostensible sounds, the august chorus

of heroes, the wail of slaves, Persuasions of lovers, curses, gasps of the dying,

laughter of young people, accents of bargainers, Underneath these, possessing the words that never

fail.

is. To her children, the words of the eloquent dumb

great mother never fail, The true words do not fail, for motion does not fail,

and reflection does not fail,

Also the day and night do not fail, and the voyage we pursue does not fail.

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14. Of the interminable sisters,

Of the ceaseless cotillions of sisters,

Of the centripetal and centrifugal sisters, the elder

and younger sisters, The beautiful sister we know dances on with the rest.

15. "With her ample back toward every beholder, With the fascinations of youth, and the equal fascina tions of age,

Sits she whom I too love like the rest sits undis turbed,

Holding up in her hand what has the character of a mirror, while her eyes glance back from it,

Glance as she sits, inviting none, denying none,

Holding a mirror day and night tirelessly before her own face.

16. Seen at hand, or seen at a distance,

Duly the twenty-four appear in public every day, Duly approach and pass with their companions, or

a companion, Looking from no countenances of their own, but from

the countenances of those who are with them, From the countenances of children or women, or the

manly countenance, From the open countenances of animals, or from

inanimate things, From the landscape or waters, or from the exquisite

apparition of the sky, From our countenances, mine and yours, faithfully

returning them, Every day in public appearing without fail, but never

twice with the same companions.

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17. Embracing man, embracing all, proceed the three

hundred and sixty-five resistlessly round the sun,

Embracing all, soothing, supporting, follow close three

hundred and sixty-five oflsets of the first, sure

and necessary as they.

is. Tumbling on steadily, nothing dreading,

Sunshine, storm, cold, heat, forever withstanding, passing, carrying,

The Soul's realization and determination still inherit ing?

The fluid vacuum around and ahead still entering and dividing,

No balk retarding, no anchor anchoring, on no rock striking,

Swift, glad, content, unbereaved, nothing losing,

Of all able and ready at any time to give strict account,

The divine ship sails the divine sea.

19. Whoever you are ! motion and reflection are espe

cially for you, The divine ship sails the divine sea for you.

20. Whoever you are ! you are he or she for whom the

earth is solid and liquid, You are he or she for whom the sun and moon hang

in the sky,

For none more than you are the present and the past, For none more than you is immortality.

21-. Each man to himself, and each woman to herself, is the word of the past and present, and the word of immortality,

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No one can acquire for another not one ! Not one can grow for another not one !

22. The song is to the singer, and comes back most to

him, The teaching is to the teacher, and comes back most

to him, The murder is to the murderer, and comes back most

to him,

The theft is to the thief, and comes back most to him, The love is to the lover, and comes back most to him, The gift is to the giver, and comes back most to him

it cannot fail, The oration is to the orator, and the acting is to the

actor and actress, not to the audience, And no man understands any greatness or goodness

but his own, or the indication of his own.

23. I swear the earth shall surely be complete to him or

her who shall be complete !

I swear the earth remains broken and jagged only to him or her who remains broken and jagged !

24. I swear there is no greatness or power that does not

emulate those of the earth ! I swear there can be no theory of any account, unless

it corroborate the theory of the earth ! No politics, art, religion, behavior, or what not, is of

account, unless it compare with the amplitude of

the earth, Unless it face the exactness, vitality, impartiality,

rectitude of the earth.

25. I swear I begin to see love with sweeter spasms than

that which responds love !

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It is that which contains itself, which never invites and never refuses.

26. I swear I begin to see little or nothing in audible

words ! I swear I think all merges toward the presentation of

the unspoken meanings of the earth ! Toward him who sings the songs of the body, and of

the truths of the earth, Toward him who makes the dictionaries of the words

that print cannot touch.

27. I swear I see what is better than to tell the best, It is always to leave the best untold.

28. When I undertake to tell the best, I find I cannot, My tongue is ineffectual 011 its pivots,

My breath will not be obedient to its organs, I become a dumb man.

29. The best of the earth cannot be told anyhow all or

any is best,

It is not what you anticipated it is cheaper, easier, nearer,

Things are not dismissed from the places they held before,

The earth is just as positive and direct as it was before,

Facts, religions, improvements, politics, trades, are as- real as before,

But the Soul is also real, it too is positive and direct,

No reasoning, no proof has established it,

Undeniable growth has established it.

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30. This is a poem for the sayers of words these are

hints of meanings, These are they that echo the tones of Souls, and the

phrases of Souls ; If they did not echo the phrases of Souls, what were

they then ? If they had not reference to you in especial, what were

they then ?

31. I swear I will never henceforth have to do with the

faith that tells the best !

I will have to do with that faith only that leaves the best untold.

32. Say on, sayers !

Delve ! mould ! pile the words of the earth ! Work on it is materials you bring, not breaths ; Work on, age after age ! nothing is to be lost, It may have to wait long, but it will certainly come

in use, When the materials are all prepared, the architects

shall appear.

33. I swear to you the architects shall appear without fail !

I announce them and lead them, I swear to you they will understand you and justify

I swear to you the greatest among them shall be he

who best knows you, and encloses all, and is

faithful to all, I swear to you, he and the rest shall not forget you

they shall perceive that you are not an iota

less than they, 1 swear to you, you shall be glorified in them.

A BOSTON BALLAD,

The ygth Year of Thefe States.

i- CLEAR the way there, Jonathan !

Way for the President's marshal ! "Way for the gov ernment cannon !

Way for the federal foot and dragoons and the appa ritions copiously tumbling.

2. I rose this morning early, to get betimes in Boston

town,

Here's a good place at the corner, I must stand and see the show.

3. I love to look on the stars and stripes, I hope the fifes

will play Yankee Doodle.

4. How bright shine the cutlasses of the foremost troops ! Every man holds his revolver, marching stiff through

Boston town.

5. A fog follows antiques of the same come limping, Some appear wooden-legged, and some appear ban daged and bloodless.

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e. Why this is a show ! It has called the dead out of

the earth ! The old grave-yards of the hills have hurried to

see ! Uncountable phantoms gather by flank and rear

of it! Cocked hats of mothy mould ! crutches made of

mist ! Arms in slings ! old men leaning on young men's

shoulders !

7. What troubles you, Yankee phantoms ? What is all

this chattering of bare gums ?

Does the ague convulse your limbs ? Do you mis take your crutches for fire-locks, and level ttiem ?

s. If you blind your eyes with tears, you will not see

the President's marshal,

If you groan such groans you might balk the govern ment cannon.

9. For shame, old maniacs ! Bring down those tossed

arms, and let your white hair be, Here gape your smart grand-sons their wives gaze

at them from the windows, See how well-dressed see how orderly they conduct

themselves.

10. Worse and worse ! Can't you stand it ? Are you

retreating ? Is this hour with the living too dead for you ?

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11. Retreat then ! Pell-mell !

Back to your graves ! Back to the hills, old

limpers ! I do not think you belong here, anyhow.

12. But there is one thing that belongs here shall I tell

you what it is, gentlemen of Boston ?

is. I will whisper it to the Mayor he shall send a com mittee to England,

They shall get a grant from the Parliament, go with a cart to the royal vault haste !

Dig out King George's coffin, unwrap him quick from the grave-clothes, box up his bones for a journey,

Find a swift Yankee clipper here is freight for you, black-bellied clipper,

Up with your anchor ! shake out your sails ! steer straight toward Boston bay.

u. Now call for the President's marshal again, bring out

the government cannon,

Fetch home the roarers from Congress, make an other procession, guard it with foot and dra goons.

is. This centre-piece for them :

Look ! all orderly citizens look from the windows, women !

16. The committee open the box, set up the regal ribs, glue those that will not stay,

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Clap the skull on top of the ribs, and clap a crown on top of the skull.

17. You have got your revenge, old buster ! The crown is come to its own, and more than its own.

is. Stick your hands in your pockets, Jonathan you

are a made man from this day, You are mighty cute and here is one of your bargains.

CALAMUS.

IN paths untrodden,

In the growth by margins of pond-waters,

Escaped from the life that exhibits itself,

From all the standards hitherto published from

the pleasures, profits, conformities, Which too long I was offering to feed to my Soul ; Clear to me now, standards not yet published

clear to me that my Soul, That the Soul of the man I speak for, feeds, rejoices

only in comrades ;

Here, by myself, away from the clank of the world, Tallying and talked to here by tongues aromatic, No longer abashed for in this secluded spot I can

respond as I would not dare elsewhere, Strong upon me the life that does not exhibit itself,

yet contains all the rest, Kesolved to sing no songs to-day but those of manly

attachment,

Projecting them along that substantial life, Bequeathing, hence, types of athletic love,

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Afternoon, this delicious Ninth Month, in my forty- first year,

I proceed, for all who are, or have been, young men,

To tell the secret of my nights and days,

To celebrate the need of comrades.

2.

SCENTED herbage of my breast,

Leaves from you I yield, I write, to be perused best

afterwards, Tomb-leaves, body-leaves, growing up above me, above

death, Perennial roots, tall leaves 0 the winter shall not

freeze you, delicate leaves, Every year shall you bloom again Out from where

you retired, you shall emerge again ; 0 I do not know whether many, passing by, will dis cover you, or inhale your faint odor but I

believe a few will ; 0 slender leaves ! 0 blossoms of my blood ! I permit

you to tell, in your own way, of the heart that is

under you, 0 burning and throbbing surely all will one day be

accomplished ; 0 I do not know what you mean, there underneath

yourselves you are not happiness, You are often more bitter than I can bear you burn

and sting me,

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Yet you are very beautiful to me, you faint-tinged roots you make me think of Death,

Death is beautiful from you (what indeed is beau tiful, except Death and Love ?)

0 I think it is not for life I am chanting here my

chant of lovers I think it must be for Death, For how calm, how solemn it grows, to ascend to the

atmosphere of lovers,

Death or life I am then indifferent my Soul de clines to prefer,

1 am not sure but the high Soul of lovers welcomes

death most ;

Indeed, 0 Death, I think now these leaves mean pre cisely the same as you mean ; Grow up taller, sweet leaves, that I may see ! Grow

up out of my breast !

Spring away from the concealed heart there ! Do not fold yourselves so in your pink-tinged roots,

timid leaves ! Do not remain down there so ashamed, herbage of my

breast ! Come, I am determined to unbare this broad breast of

mine I have long enough stifled and choked ; Emblematic and capricious blades, I leave you now

you serve me not,

Away ! I will say what I have to say, by itself, I will escape from the sham that was proposed to me, I will sound myself and comrades only I will never

again utter a call, only their call, I will raise, with it, immortal reverberations through

The States, 1 will give an example to lovers, to take permanent

shape and will through The States ;

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Through me shall the words be said to make death

exhilarating, Give me your tone therefore, 0 Death, that I may

accord with it, Give me yourself for I see that you belong to me

now above all, and are folded together above all

you Love and Death are, Nor will I allow you to balk me any more with what

I was calling life, For now it is conveyed to me that you are the pur

ports essential, That you hide in these shifting forms of life, for

reasons and that they are mainly for you, That you, beyond them, come forth, to remain, the

real reality, That behind the mask of materials you patiently

wait, no matter how long,

That you will one day, perhaps, take control of all, That you will perhaps dissipate this entire show of

appearance, That may be you are what it is all for but it does

not last so very long, But you will last very long.

3.

i. WHOEVER you are holding me now in hand, Without one thing all will be useless, I give you fair warning, before you attempt me

further, I am not what you supposed, but far different.

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2. Who is he that would become my follower ?

Who would sign himself a candidate for my affec tions ? Are you he ?

3. The way is suspicious the result slow, uncertain,

may-be destructive ;

You would have to give up all else I alone would expect to be your God, sole and exclusive,

Your novitiate would even then be long and ex hausting,

The whole past theory of your life, and all conformity to the lives around you, would have to be aban doned ;

Therefore release me now, before troubling yourself any further Let go your hand from my shoulders,

Put me down, and depart on your way.

4. Or else, only by stealth, in some wood, for trial, Or back of a rock, in the open air,

(For in any roofed room of a house I emerge not

nor in company, And in libraries I lie as one dumb, a gawk, or unborn,

or dead,) But just possibly with you on a high hill first

watching lest any person, for miles around,

approach unawares, Or possibly with you sailing at sea, or on the beach of

the sea, or some quiet island, Here to put your lips upon mine I permit you, With the comrade's long-dwelling kiss, or the new

husband's kiss, For I am the new husband, and I am the comrade.

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5. Or, if you will, thrusting me beneath your clothing, Where I may feel the throbs of your heart, or rest

upon your hip,

Carry me when you go forth over land or sea ; For thus, merely touching you, is enough is best, And thus, touching you, would I silently sleep and be

carried eternally.

e. But these leaves conning, you con at peril, For these leaves, and me, you will not understand, They will elude you at first, and still more after ward -I will certainly elude you, Even while you should think you had unquestionably

caught me, behold ! Already you see I have escaped from you.

7. For it is not for what I have put into it that I have

written this book,

Nor is it by reading it you will acquire it, Nor do those know me best who admire me, and

vauntingly praise me, Nor will the candidates for my love, (unless at most a

very few,) prove victorious, Nor will my poems do good only they will do just

as much evil, perhaps more, For all is useless without that which you may guess

at many times and not hit that which I

hinted at, Therefore release me, and depart on your way.

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THESE I, singing in spring, collect for lovers, (For who but I should understand lovers, and all their

sorrow and joy ?

And who but I should be the poet of comrades ?) - Collecting, I traverse the garden, the world but

soon I pass the gates, Now along the pond-side now wading in a little,

fearing not the wet, Now by the post-and-rail fences, where the old stones

thrown there, picked from the fields, have accu

mulated, Wild-flowers and vines and weeds come up through

the stones, and partly cover them Beyond these

I pass,

Far, far in the forest, before I think where I get, Solitary, smelling the earthy smell, stopping now and

then in the silence, Alone I had thought yet soon a silent troop gathers

around me, Some walk by my side, and some behind, and some

embrace my arms or neck, They, the spirits of friends, dead or alive thicker

they come, a great crowd, and I in the middle, Collecting, dispensing, singing in spring, there I wan

der with them, Plucking something for tokens something for these,

till I hit upon a name tossing toward whoever

is near me,

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Here ! lilac, with a branch of pine,

Here, out of my pocket, some moss which I pulled off

a live-oak in Florida, as it hung trailing down, Here, some pinks and laurel leaves, and a handful of

sage, And here what I now draw from the water, wading in

the pond-side, (0 here I last saw him that tenderly loves me and

returns again, never to separate from me, And this, 0 this shall henceforth be the token of

comrades this calamus-root shall, Interchange it, youths, with each other ! Let none

render it back !) And twigs of maple, and a bunch of wild orange, and

chestnut, And stems of currants, and plum-blows, and the

aromatic cedar ; These I, compassed around by a thick cloud of

spirits, Wandering, point to, or touch as I pass, or throw them

loosely from me, Indicating to each one what he shall have giving

something to each, But what I drew from the water by the pond-side, that

I reserve, I will give of it bu^t only to them that love, as I

myself am capable of loving.

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5.

1. STATES!

Were you looking to be held together by the lawyers ? By an agreement on a paper ? Or by arms ?

2. Away !

I arrive, bringing these, beyond all the forces of

courts and arms, These! to hold you together as firmly as the earth

itself is held together.

3. The old breath of life, ever new,

Here ! I pass it by contact to you, America.

4. 0 mother ! have you done much for me ? Behold, there shall from me be much done for you.

s. There shall from me be a new friendship It shall

be called after my name, It shall circulate through The States, indifferent of

place, It shall twist and intertwist them through and around

each other Compact shall they be, showing

new signs, Affection shall solve every one of the problems of

freedom,

Those who love each other shall be invincible, They shall finally make America completely victo

rious, in my name.

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e. One from Massachusetts shall be comrade to a Mis-

sourian,

One from Maine or Vermont, and a Carolinian and an Oregonese, shall be friends triune, more pre cious to each other than all the riches of the earth.

7. To Michigan shall be wafted perfume from Florida, To the Mannahatta from Cuba or Mexico, Not the perfume of flowers, but sweeter, and wafted beyond death.

s. No danger shall balk Columbia's lovers,

If need be, a thousand shall sternly immolate them selves for one,

The Kanuck shall be willing to lay down his life for the Kansian, and the Kansian for the Kanuck, on due need.

9. It shall be customary in all directions, in the houses

and streets, to see manly affection, The departing brother or friend shall salute the re maining brother or friend with a kiss.

10. There shall be innovations,

There shall be countless linked hands namely, the Northeasterner's, and the Northwesterner's, and the Southwesterner's, and those of the interior, and all their brood,

These shall be masters of the world under a new power,

They shall laugh to scorn the attacks of all the re mainder of the world.

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11. The most dauntless and rude shall touch face to face

lightly,

The dependence of Liberty shall be lovers, The continuance of Equality shall be comrades.

12. These shall tie and band stronger than hoops of iron, I, extatic, 0 partners ! 0 lands ! henceforth with the

love of lovers tie you.

is. I will make the continent indissoluble,

I will make the most splendid race the sun ever yet

shone upon, I will make divine magnetic lands.

14. I will plant companionship thick as trees along all the

rivers of America, and along the shores of the great lakes, and all over the prairies, I will make inseparable cities, with their arms about each other's necks.

15. For you these, from me, 0 Democracy, to serve you,

ma femme ! For you ! for you, I am trilling these songs.

6.

NOT heaving from my ribbed breast only,

Not in sighs at night, in rage, dissatisfied with myself,

Not in those long-drawn, ill-suppressed sighs,

Not in many an oath and promise broken,

Not in my wilful and savage soul's volition,

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Not in the subtle nourishment of the air,

Not in this beating and pounding at my temples and

wrists, Not in the curious systole and diastole within, which

will one day cease,

Not in many a hungry wish, told to the skies only, Not in cries, laughter, defiances, thrown from me

when alone, far in the wilds, Not in husky pan tings through clenched teeth, Not in sounded and resounded words chattering

words, echoes, dead words, Not in the murmurs of my dreams while I sleep, Nor the other murmurs of these incredible dreams of

every day, Nor in the limbs and senses of my body, that take you

and dismiss you continually Not there, Not in any or all of them, 0 adhesiveness ! 0 pulse

of my life ! Need I that you exist and show yourself, any more

than in these songs.

7.

OF the terrible question of appearances, Of the doubts, the uncertainties after all, That may-be reliance and hope are but speculations

after all, That may-be identity beyond the grave is a beautiful

fable only, May-be the things I perceive the animals, plants,

men, hills, shining and flowing waters,

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The skies of day and night colors, densities, forms May-be these are, (as doubtless they are,) only apparitions, and the real something has yet to be known,

(How often they dart out of themselves, as if to con found me and mock me !

How often I think neither I know, nor any man knows, aught of them ;)

May-be they only seem to me what they are, (as doubtless they indeed but seem,) as from my present point of view And might prove, (as of course they would,) naught of what they appear, or naught any how, from entirely changed points of view ;

To me, these, and the like of these, are curiously answered by my lovers, my dear friends ;

When he whom I love travels with me, or sits a long while holding me by the hand,

When the subtle air, the impalpable, the sense that words and reason hold not, surround us and pervade us,

Then I am charged with untold and untellable wis dom I am silent I require nothing further,

I cannot answer the question of appearances, or that of identity beyond the grave,

But I walk or sit indifferent I am satisfied,

He ahold of my hand has completely satisfied me.

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8.

LONG I thought that knowledge alone would suffice me 0 if I could but obtain knowledge !

Then my lands engrossed me Lands of the prairies, Ohio's land, the southern savannas, engrossed me For them I would live I would be their orator ;

Then I met the examples of old and new heroes I heard of warriors, sailors, and all dauntless per sons And it seemed to me that I too had it in me to be as dauntless as any and would be so;

And then, to enclose all, it came to me to strike up the songs of the- New World And then I be lieved my life must be spent in singing ;

But now take notice, land of the prairies, land of the south savannas, Ohio's land,

Take notice, you Kanuck woods and you Lake Huron and all that with you roll toward Niagara and you Niagara also,

And you, Californian mountains That you each and all find somebody else to be your singer of songs,

For I can be your singer of songs no longer One who loves me is jealous of me, and withdraws me from all but love,

With the rest I dispense I sever from what I thought would suffice me, for it does not it is now empty and tasteless to me,

I heed knowledge, and the grandeur of The States, and the example of heroes, no more,

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I am indifferent to my own songs I will go with

him I love, It is to be enough for us that we are together We

never separate again.

9.

HOURS continuing long, sore and heavy-hearted,

Hours of the dusk, when I withdraw to a lonesome and unfrequented spot, seating myself, leaning my face in my hands ;

Hours sleepless, deep in the night, when I go forth, speeding swiftly the country roads, or through the city streets, or pacing miles and miles, sti fling plaintive cries ;

Hours discouraged, distracted for the one I cannot content myself without, soon I saw him content himself without me ;

Hours when I am forgotten, (0 weeks and months are passing, but I believe I am never to forget !)

Sullen and suffering hours ! (I am ashamed but it is useless I am what I am ;)

Hours of my torment I wonder if other men ever have the like, out of the like feelings ?

Is there even one other like me distracted his friend, his lover, lost to him ?

Is he too as I am now ? Does he still rise in the morn ing, dejected, thinking who is lost to him ? and at night, awaking, think who is lost ?

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Does he too harbor his friendship silent and endless ?

harbor his anguish and passion ? Does some stray reminder, or the casual mention of a

name, bring the fit back upon him, taciturn and

deprest ? Does he see himself reflected in me ? In these hours,

does he see the face of his hours reflected ?

10.

You bards of ages hence ! when you refer to me, mind

not so much my poems, Nor speak of me that I prophesied of The States, and

led them the way of their glories ; But come, I will take you down underneath this

impassive exterior I will tell you what to say

of me : Publish my name and hang up my picture as that of

the tenderest lover, The friend, the lover's portrait, of whom his friend, his

lover, was fondest, Who was not proud of his songs, but of the measure

less ocean of love within him and freely poured

it forth, Who often walked lonesome walks, thinking of his

dear friends, his lovers, Who pensive, away from one he loved, often lay sleep

less and dissatisfied at night, Who knew too well the sick, sick dread lest the one

he loved might secretly be indifferent to him,

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Whose happiest days were far away, through fields, in woods, on hills, he and another, wandering hand in hand, they twain, apart from other men,

Who oft as he sauntered the streets, curved with his arm the shoulder of his friend while the arm of his friend rested upon him also.

11.

WHEN I heard at the close of the day how my name had been received with plaudits in the capitol, still it was not a happy night for me that fol lowed ;

And else, when I caroused, or when my plans were accomplished, still I was not happy;

But the day when I rose at dawn from the bed of perfect health, refreshed, singing, inhaling the ripe breath of autumn,

When I saw the full moon in the west grow pale and disappear in the morning light,

When I wandered alone over the beach, and, undress ing, bathed, laughing with the cool waters, and saw the sun rise,

And when I thought how my dear* friend, my lover, was on his way coming, 0 then I was happy ;

0 then each breath tasted sweeter and all that day my food nourished me more And the beautiful day passed well,

And the next came with equal joy And with the next, at evening, came my friend ;

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And that night, while all was still, I heard the waters

roll slowly continually up the shores, I heard the hissing rustle of the liquid and sands,

as directed to ine, whispering, to congratulate

me, For the one I love most lay sleeping by me under the

same cover in the cool night, In the stillness, in the autumn moonbeams, his face

was inclined toward me, And his arm lay lightly around my breast And that

night I was happy.

IS.

ABE you the new person drawn toward me, and asking

something significant from me ? To begin with, take warning I am probably far

different from what you suppose ; Do you suppose you will find in me your ideal ? Do you think it so easy to have me become your

lover ? Do you think the friendship of me would be unalloyed

satisfaction ?

Do you suppose I am trusty and faithful ? Do you see no further than this fagade this smooth

and tolerant manner of me ? Do you suppose yourself advancing on real ground

toward a real heroic man ? Have you no thought, 0 dreamer, that it may be all

maya, illusion ? 0 the next step may precipitate

you!

CALAMUS.

0 let some past deceived one hiss in your ears, how many have prest on the same as you are pressing now,

How many have fondly supposed what you are sup posing now only to be disappointed.

IS.

CALAMUS taste, (For I must change the strain these are not to be

pensive leaves, but leaves of joy,) Roots and leaves unlike any but themselves, Scents brought to men and women from the wild

woods, and from the pond-side, Breast-sorrel and pinks of love fingers that wind

around tighter than vines, Gushes from the throats of birds, hid in the foliage

of trees, as the sun is risen, Breezes of land and love Breezes set from living

shores out to you on the living sea to you,

0 sailors !

Frost-mellowed berries, and Third Month twigs, of fered fresh to young persons wandering out in

the fields when the winter breaks up, Love-buds, put before you and within you, whoever

you are,

Buds to be unfolded on the old terms, If you bring the warmth of the sun to them, they will

open, and bring form, color, perfume, to you, If you become the aliment and the wet, they will

become flowers, fruits, tall branches and trees,

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They are comprised "in you just as much as in them selves perhaps more than in themselves,

They are not comprised in one season or succession, but many successions,

They have corne slowly up out of the earth and me, and are to come slowly up out of you.

NOT heat flames up and consumes,

Not sea-waves hurry in and out,

Not the air, delicious and dry, the air of the ripe

summer, bears lightly along white down-balls of

myriads of seeds, wafted, sailing gracefully, to

drop where they may, Not these 0 none of these, more than the flames

of me, consuming, burning for his love whom I

love !

0 none, more than I, hurrying in and out; Does the tide hurry, seeking something, and never

give up ? 01 the same ; 0 nor down-balls, nor perfumes, nor the high

rain-emitting clouds, are borne through the open

air, Any more than my Soul is borne through the open

air, Wafted in all directions, 0 love, for friendship, for

you.

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15.

0 DROPS of me ! trickle, slow drops,

Candid, from me falling drip, bleeding drops,

From wounds made to free you whence you were

prisoned,

From my face from my forehead and lips, From my breast from within where I was con

cealed Press forth, red drops confession

drops, Stain every page stain every song I sing, every

word I say, bloody drops,

Let them know your scarlet heat let them glisten, Saturate them with yourself, all ashamed and wet, Glow upon all I have written or shall write, bleed

ing drops, Let it all be seen in your light, blushing drops.

IS.

1. WHO is now reading this ?

2. May-be one is now reading this who knows some

wrong-doing of my past life, Or may-be a stranger is reading this who has secretly

loved me, Or may-be one who meets all my grand assumptions

and egotisms with derision, Or may-be one who is puzzled at me.

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3. As if I were not puzzled at myself!

Or as if I never deride myself ! (0 conscience-struck !

0 self-convicted !) Or as if I do not secretly love strangers ! (0 tenderly,

a long time, and never avow it ;) Or as if I did not see, perfectly well, interior in

myself, the stuff of wrong-doing, Or as if it could cease transpiring from me until it must cease.

17.

OF him I love day and night, I dreamed I heard he was dead,

And I dreamed I went where they had buried him I love but he was not in that place,

And I dreamed I wandered, searching among burial- places, to find him,

And I found that every place was a burial-place,

The houses full of life were equally full of death, (This house is now,)

The streets, the shipping, the places of amusement, the Chicago, Boston, Philadelphia, the Manna- hatta, were as full of the dead as of the living,

And fuller, 0 vastly fuller, of the dead than of the living ;

And what I dreamed I will henceforth tell to every person and age,

And I stand henceforth bound to what I dreamed ;

And now I am willing to disregard burial-places, and dispense with them,

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And if the memorials of the dead were put up indif ferently everywhere, even in the room where I eat or sleep, I should be satisfied,

And if the corpse of any one I love, or if my own corpse, be duly rendered to powder, and poured in the sea, I shall be satisfied,

Or if it be distributed to the winds, I shall be sat isfied.

18.

CITY of my walks and joys !

City whom that I have lived and sung there will one day make you illustrious,

Not the pageants of you not your shifting tab leaux, your spectacles, repay me,

Not the interminable rows of your houses nor the ships at the wharves,

Nor the processions in the streets, nor the bright win dows, with goods in them,

Nor to converse with learned persons, or bear my share in the soiree or feast;

Not those but, as I pass, 0 Manhattan! your fre quent and swift flash of eyes offering me love,

Offering me the response of my own these repay me,

Lovers, continual lovers, only repay me.

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19.

1. MIND you the the timid models of the rest, the

majority ?

Long I minded them, but hence I will not for I have adopted models for myself, and now offer them to The Lands.

2. Behold this swarthy and unrefined face these gray

eyes,

This beard the white wool, unclipt upon my neck, My brown hands, and the silent manner of me, with

out charm ; Yet comes one, a Manhattanese, and ever at parting,

kisses me lightly on the lips with robust love, And I, in the public room, or on the crossing of the

street, or on the ship's deck, kiss him in return ; We observe that salute of American comrades, land

and sea, We are those two natural and nonchalant persons.

SO.

I SAW in Louisiana a live-oak growing,

All alone stood it, and the moss hung down from the

branches, Without any companion it grew there, uttering joyous

leaves of dark green, And its look, rude, unbending, lusty, made me think

of myself,

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But I wondered how it could utter joyous leaves,

standing alone there, without its friend, its

lover near for I knew I could not, And I broke off a twig with a certain number of

leaves upon it, and twined around it a little

moss, And brought it away and I have placed it in sight

in my room, It is not needed to remind me as of my own dear

friends, (For I believe lately I think of little else than of

them,) Yet it remains to me a curious token it makes me

think of manly love ; For all that, and though the live-oak glistens there in

Louisiana, solitary, in a wide flat space, Uttering joyous leaves all its life, without a friend, a

lover, near, I know very well I could not.

81.

Music always round me, unceasing, unbeginning

yet long untaught I did not hear, But now the chorus I hear, and am elated, A tenor, strong, ascending, with power and health,

with glad notes of day-break I hear, A soprano, at intervals, sailing buoyantly over the

tops of immense waves, A transparent base, shuddering lusciously under and

through the universe,

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The triumphant tutti the funeral wailings, with

sweet flutes and violins All these I fill myself

with ; I hear not the volumes of sound merely I am

moved by the exquisite meanings, I listen to the different voices winding in and out,

striving, contending with fiery vehemence to

excel each other in emotion, I do not think the performers know themselves But

now I think I begin to know them.

22.

PASSING stranger ! you do not know how longingly I

look upon you, You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking,

(It comes to me, as of a dream,) I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with

you, All is recalled as we flit by each other, fluid, affec

tionate, chaste, matured, You grew up with me, were a boy with me, or a girl

with me, I ate with you, and slept with you your body has

become not yours only, nor left my body mine

only, You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as

we pass you take of my beard, breast, hands,

in return, I am not to speak to you I am to think of you

when I sit alone, or wake at night alone,

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I am to wait I do not doubt I am to meet you

again, I am to see to it that I do not lose you.

S3.

THIS moment as I sit alone, yearning and thoughtful,

it seems to me there are other men in other

lands, yearning and thoughtful ; It seems to me I can look over and behold them,

in Germany, Italy, France, Spain Or far, far

away, in China, or in Kussia or India talking

other dialects ; And it seems to me if I could know those men better,

I should become attached to them, as I do to men

in my own lands, It seems to me they are as wise, beautiful, benevolent,

as any in my own lands ;

0 I know we should be brethren and lovers,

1 know I should be happy with them.

I HEAR it is charged against me that I seek to destroy

institutions ;

But really I am neither for nor against institutions, (What indeed have I in common with them ? Or what with the destruction of them?)

368 LEAVES OF GRASS.

Only I will establish in the Mannahatta, and in every city of These States, inland and seaboard,

And in the fields and woods, and above every keel little or large, that dents the water,

Without edifices, or rules, or trustees, or any ar gument,

The institution of the dear love of comrades.

25.

THE prairie-grass dividing its own odor breathing,

I demand of it the spiritual corresponding,

Demand the most copious and close companionship

of men,

Demand the blades to rise of words, acts, beings, Those of the open atmosphere, coarse, sunlit, fresh,

nutritious, Those that go their own gait, erect, stepping with

freedom and command leading, not following, Those with a never-quelPd audacity those with

sweet- and lusty flesh, clear of taint, choice and

chary of its love-power, Those that look carelessly in the faces of Presidents

and Governors, as to say, Who are you ? Those of earth-born passion, simple, never constrained,

never obedient, Those of inland America.

CALAMUS. 369

.

S6.

WE two boys together clinging,

One the other never leaving,

Up and down the roads going North and South

excursions making, Power enjoying elbows stretching fingers clutch

ing, Armed and fearless eating, drinking, sleeping, lov

ing, No law less than ourselves owning sailing, soldier

ing, thieving, threatening, Misers, menials, priests alarming air breathing,

water drinking, on the turf or the sea-beach

dancing, With birds singing With fishes swimming With

trees branching and leafing, Cities wrenching, ease scorning, statutes mocking,

feebleness chasing, Fulfilling our foray.

27.

0 LOVE!

0 dying always dying ! 0 the burials of me, past and present ! 0 me, while I stride ahead, material, visible, imperi ous as ever !

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0 me, what I was for years, now dead, (I lament not

I am content ;) 0 to disengage myself from those corpses of me,

which I turn and look at, where I cast them ! To pass on, (0 living ! always living !) and leave the

corpses behind !

28.

WHEN I peruse the conquered fame of heroes, and the victories of mighty generals, I do not envy the generals,

Nor the President in his Presidency, nor the rich in his great house ;

But when I read of the brotherhood of lovers, how it was with them,

How through life, through dangers, odium, un changing, long and long,

Through youth, and through middle and old age, how unfaltering, how affectionate and faithful they were,

Then I am pensive I hastily put down the book, and walk away, filled with the bitterest envy.

CALAMUS. 371

39.

ONE flitting glimpse, caught through an interstice, Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room,

around the stove, late of a winter night And

I unremarked, seated in a corner ; Of a youth who loves me, and whom I love, silently

approaching, and seating himself near, that he

may hold me by the hand ; A long while, amid the noises of coming and going

of drinking and oath and smutty jest, There we two, content, happy in being together,

speaking little, perhaps not a word.

SO.

A PROMISE and gift to California,

Also to the great Pastoral Plains, and for Oregon :

Sojourning east a while longer, soon I travel to you,

to remain, to teach robust American love ; For I know very well that I and robust love belong

among you, inland, and along the Western

Sea, For These States tend inland, and toward the Western

Sea and I will also.

372 CALAMUS.

81.

1. WHAT ship, puzzled at sea, cons for the true reck

oning ? Or, coming in, to avoid the bars, and follow the chan

nel, a perfect pilot needs ? Here, sailor ! Here, ship ! take aboard the most per

fect pilot, Whom, in a little boat, putting off, and rowing, I,

hailing you, offer.

2. What place is besieged, and vainly tries to raise the

siege ? Lo ! I send to that place a commander, swift, brave,

immortal,

And with him horse and foot and parks of artillery, And artillerymen, the deadliest that ever fired gun.

SS.

WHAT think you I take my pen in hand to record ?

The battle-ship, perfect-model' d, majestic, that I saw pass the offing to-day under full sail ?

The splendors of the past day ? Or the splendor of the night that envelops me ?

Or the vaunted glory and growth of the great city spread around me ? No ;

But I record of two simple men I saw to-day, on the pier, in the midst of the crowd, parting the part ing of dear friends,

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The one to remain hung on the other's neck, and pas sionately kissed him,

While the one to depart, tightly prest the one to remain in his arms.

S3.

No labor-saving machine,

Nor discovery have I made,

Nor will I be able to leave behind me any wealthy

bequest to found a hospital or library, Nor reminiscence of any deed of courage, for America, Nor literary success, nor intellect nor book for the

book-shelf ;

Only these carols, vibrating through the air, I leave, For comrades and lovers.

34.

I DREAMED in a dream, I saw a city invincible to the attacks of the whole of the rest of the earth,

I dreamed that was the new City of Friends,

Nothing was greater there than the quality of robust love it led the rest,

It was seen every hour in the actions of the men of that city,

And in all their looks and words.

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374 CALAMUS.

35.

To you of New England,

To the man of the Seaside State, and of Pennsylvania,

To the Kanadian of the north to the Southerner I love,

These, with perfect trust, to depict you as myself the germs are in all men ;

I believe the main purport of These States is to found a superb friendship, exalte*, previously unknown,

Because I perceive it waits, and has been always wait ing, latent in all men.

86.

EARTH ! my likeness !

Though you look so impassive, ample and spheric

there,

I now suspect that is not all ; I now suspect there is something fierce in you, eligible

to burst forth ;

For an athlete is enamoured of me and I of him, But toward him there is something fierce and terrible

in me, eligible to burst forth, I dare not tell it in words not even in these songs.

CALAMUS. 375

87.

A LEAP for hand in hand !

You natural persons old and young ! You on the

Eastern Sea, and you on the Western ! You on the Mississippi, and on all the branches and

bayous of the Mississippi !

You friendly boatmen and mechanics ! You roughs ! You twain ! And all processions moving along the

streets ! I wish to infuse myself among you till I see it com

mon for you to walk hand in hand.

88.

PRIMEVAL my love for the woman I love,

0 bride ! 0 wife ! more resistless, more enduring

than I can tell, the thought of you ! Then separate, as disembodied, the purest born, The ethereal, the last athletic reality, my consolation,

1 ascend I float in the regions of your love, 0 man, 0 sharer of my roving life.

89.

SOMETIMES with one I love, I fill myself with rage, for

fear I effuse unreturned love ; But now I think there is no unreturned love the

pay is certain, one way or another,

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Doubtless I could not have perceived the universe, or written one of my poems, if I had not freely given myself to comrades, to love.

THAT shadow, my likeness, that goes to and fro, seek

ing a livelihood, chattering, chaffering, How often I find myself standing and looking at it

where it flits, How often I question and doubt whether that is really

me ; But in these, and among my lovers, and carolling my

songs, 0 I never doubt whether that is really me.

41.

1. AMONG the men and women, the multitude, I per

ceive one picking me out by secret and divine

signs, Acknowledging none else not parent, wife, hus

band, brother, child, any nearer than I am ; Some are baffled But that one is not that one

knows me.

2. Lover and perfect equal !

I meant that you should discover me so, by my faint

indirections, And I, when I meet you, mean to discover you by the

like in you.

CALAMUS. 377

42.

To the young man, many things to absorb, to engraft,

to develop, I teach, to help him become eleve of

mine,

But if blood like mine circle not in his veins, If he be not silently selected by lovers, and do not

silently select lovers, Of what use is it that he seek to become elSve of

mine ?

4S.

0 YOU whom I often and silently come where you

are, that I may be with you, As I walk by your side, or sit near, or remain in the

same room with you, Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your

sake is playing within me.

44.

HERB my last words, and the most baffling,

Here the frailest leaves of me, and yet my strongest- lasting,

Here I shade down and hide my thoughts I do not expose them,

And yet they expose me more than all my other poems.

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378

CALAMUS.

1. FULL of life, sweet-blooded, 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.

2. 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 lover ; Be it as if I were with you. Be not too certain but I

am now with you.

CROSSING BROOKLYN FERRY.

1. FLOOD-TIDE below me ! I watch yon, face to face ; Clouds of the west ! sun there half an hour high ! I

see you also face to face.

2. Crowds of men and women attired in the usual cos

tumes ! how curious you are to me !

On the ferry-boats, the hundreds and hundreds that cross, returning home, are more curious to me than you suppose,

And you that shall cross from shore to shore years hence, are more to me, and more in my med itations, than you might suppose.

3. The impalpable sustenance of me from all things, at

all hours of the day, The simple, compact, well-joined scheme myself

disintegrated, every one disintegrated, yet part

of the scheme,

The similitudes of the past, and those of the future, The glories strung like beads on my smallest sights

and hearings on the walk in the street, and

the passage over the river,

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380 LEAVES OF GRASS.

The current rushing so swiftly, and swimming with me far away,

The others that are to follow me, the ties between me and them,

The certainty of others the life, love, sight, hear ing of others.

4. Others will enter the gates of the ferry, and cross

from shore to shore,

Others will watch the run of the flood-tide, Others will see the shipping of Manhattan north and west, and the heights of Brooklyn to the south and east,

Others will see the islands large and small, Fifty years hence, others will see them as they cross,

the sun half an hour high, A hundred years hence, or ever so many hundred

years hence, others will see them, Will enjoy the sunset, the pouring in of the flood- tide, the falling back to the sea of the ebb-tide.

6. It avails not, neither time or place distance avails

not, I am with you, you men and women of a generation,

or ever so many generations hence, I project myself also I return I am with you, and

know how it is.

e. Just as you feel when you look on the river and sky,

so I felt, Just as any of you is one of a living crowd, I was one

of a crowd, Just as you are refreshed by the gladness of the river,

and the bright flow, I was refreshed,

CROSSING BROOKLYN FERRY. 381

Just as you stand and lean on the rail, yet hurry with the swift current, I stood, yet was hurried,

Just as you look on the numberless masts of ships, and the thick-stemmed pipes of steamboats, I looked.

7. I too many and many a time crossed the river, the

sun half an hour high, I watched the Twelfth Month sea-gulls I saw them

high in the air, floating with motionless wings,

oscillating their bodies, I saw how the glistening yellow lit up parts of their

bodies, and left the rest in strong shadow, I saw the slow-wheeling circles, and the gradual

edging toward the south.

s. I too saw the reflection of the summer sky in the

water, Had my eyes dazzled by the shimmering track of

beams, Looked at the fine centrifugal spokes of light round

the shape of my head in the sun-lit water, Looked on the haze on the hills southward and south- westward, Looked on the vapor as it flew in fleeces tinged with

violet, Looked toward the lower bay to notice the arriving

ships, Saw their approach, saw aboard those that were near

me, Saw the white sails of schooners arid sloops, saw the

ships at anchor, The sailors at work in the rigging, or out astride the

spars,

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The round masts, the swinging motion of the hulls,

the slender serpentine pennants, The large and small steamers in motion, the pilots in

their pilot-houses,

The white wake left by the passage, the quick trem ulous whirl of the wheels,

The flags of all nations, the falling of them at sun-set, The scallop-edged waves in the twilight, the ladled

cups, the frolicsome crests and glistening, The stretch afar growing dimmer and dimmer, the

gray walls of the granite store-houses by the

docks, On the river the shadowy group, the big steam-tug

closely flanked on each side by the barges the

hay-boat, the belated lighter, On the neighboring shore, the fires from the foundry

chimneys burning high and glaringly into the

night, Casting their flicker of black, contrasted with wild

red and yellow light, over the tops of houses,

and down into the clefts of streets.

9. These, and all else, were to me the same as they are

to you,

I project myself a moment to tell you also I return.

10. I loved well those cities,

I loved well the stately and rapid river,

The men and women I saw were all near to me,

Others the same others who look back on me,

because I looked forward to them, (The time will come, though I stop here to-day and

to-night.)

CROSSING BROOKLYN FERRY. 383

11. What is it, then, between us ?

What is the count of the scores or hundreds of years between us ?

12. Whatever it is, it avails not distance avails not, and

place avails not.

13. I too lived, (I was of old Brooklyn,)

I too walked the streets of Manhattan Island, and

bathed in the waters around it, I too felt the curious abrupt questionings stir within

me, In the day, among crowds of people, sometimes they

came upon me, In my walks home late at night, or as I lay in my

bed, they came upon me.

14. I too had been struck from the float forever held in

solution,

I too had received identity by my body, That I was, I knew was of my body and what I

should be, I knew I should be of my body.

15. It is not upon you alone the dark patches fall, The dark threw patches down upon me also,

The best I had done seemed to me blank and sus picious,

My great thoughts, as I supposed them, were they not in reality meagre ? would not people laugh at me ?

10. It is not you alone who know what it is to be evil, I am he who knew what it was to be evil,

384 LEAVES OF GRASS.

I too knitted the old knot of contrariety, Blabbed, blushed, resented, lied, stole, grudged, Had guile, anger, lust, hot wishes I dared not speak, Was wayward, vain, greedy, shallow, sly, cowardly,

malignant,

The wolf, the snake, the hog, not wanting in me, The cheating look, the frivolous word, the adulterous

wish, not wanting, Refusals, hates, postponements, meanness, laziness,

none of these wanting.

17. But I was a Manhattanese, free, friendly, and proud !

I was called by my nighest name by clear loud voices of young men as they saw me approaching or passing,

Felt their arms on my neck as I stood, or the neg ligent leaning of their flesh against me as I sat,

Saw many I loved in the street, or ferry-boat, or pub lic assembly, yet never told them a word,

Lived the same life with the rest, the same old laugh ing, gnawing, sleeping,

Played the part that still looks back on the actor or actress,

The same old role, the role that is what we make it, as great as we like,

Or as small as we like, or both great and small.

is. Closer yet I approach you,

What thought you have of me, I had as much of you

I laid in my stores in advance, I considered long and seriously of you before you

were born.

CROSSING BROOKLYN FERRY. 385

19. Who was to know what should come home to me ? Who knows but I am enjoying this ?

Who knows but I am as good as looking at you now, for all you cannot see me ?

20. It is not you alone, nor I alone,

Not a few races, nor a few generations, nor a few

centuries, It is that each came, or comes, or shall come, from its

due emission, without fail, either now, or then, or

henceforth.

21. Every thing indicates the smallest does, and the

largest does,

A necessary film envelops all, and envelops the Soul for a proper time.

22. Now I am curious what sight can ever be more stately

and admirable to me than my mast-hemm'd Man-

hatta, My river and sun-set, and my scallop-edged waves of

flood-tide, , The sea-gulls oscillating their bodies, the hay-boat in

the twilight, and the belated lighter ; Curious what Gods can exceed these that clasp me

by the hand, and with voices I love call me

promptly and loudly by my nighest name as I

approach, Curious what is more subtle than this which ties me

to the woman or man that looks in my face, Which fuses me into you now, and pours my meaning

into you.

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386 LEAVES OF GRASS.

23. We understand, then, do we not ?

What I promised without mentioning it, have you not

accepted ? What the study could not teach what the preaching

could not accomplish is accomplished, is it not ? What the push of reading could not start is started by

me personally, is it not ?

24. Flow on, river ! flow with the flood-tide, and ebb with

the ebb-tide !

Frolic on, crested and scallop-edged waves !

Gorgeous clouds of the sunset ! drench with your splendor me, or the men and women generations after me ;

Cross from shore to shore, countless crowds of pas sengers !

Stand up, tall masts of Mannahatta ! stand up, beautiful hills of Brooklyn !

Bully for you ! you proud, friendly, free Manhat- tanese !

Throb, baffled and curious brain ! throw out questions and answers !

Suspend here and everywhere, eternal float of solu tion !

Blab, blush, lie, steal, you or I or any one after us !

Gaze, loving and thirsting eyes, in the house, or street, or public assembly !

Sound out, voices of young men ! loudly and musically call me by my nighest name !

Live, old life ! play the part that looks back on the actor or actress !

Play the old role, the role that is great or small, according as one makes it !

CROSSING BROOKLYN FERRY. 387

Consider, you who peruse me, whether I may not in

unknown ways be looking upon you ; Be firm, rail over the river, to support those who lean

idly, yet haste with the hasting current ; Fly on, sea-birds ! fly sideways, or wheel in large

circles high in the air ; Receive the summer-sky, you water ! and faithfully

hold it, till all downcast eyes have time to take

it from you ; Diverge, fine spokes of light, from the shape of my

head, or any one's head, in the sun-lit water; Come on, ships from the lower bay ! pass up or down,

white-sailed schooners, sloops, lighters ! Flaunt away, flags of all nations ! be duly lowered at

sunset ; Burn high your fires, foundry chimneys ! cast black

shadows at nightfall ! cast red and yellow light

over the tops of the houses; Appearances, now or henceforth, indicate what you

are ;

You necessary film, continue to envelop the Soul ; About my body for me, and your body for you, be

hung our divinest aromas ; Thrive, cities ! bring your freight, bring your shows,

ample and sufficient rivers ; Expand, being than which none else is perhaps more

spiritual ; Keep your places, objects than which none else is

more lasting.

25. We descend upon you and all things we arrest you

all,

We realize the Soul only by you, you faithful E^/ZMs and fluids,

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LEAVES OF GRASS.

Through you color, form, location, sublimity, ideality,

Through you every proof, comparison, and all the

suggestions and determinations of ourselves.

26. You have waited, you always wait, you dumb, beauti ful ministers ! you novices !

We receive you with free sense at last, and are insatiate henceforward,

Not you any more shall be able to foil us, or with hold yourselves from us,

We use you, and do not cast you aside we plant you permanently within us,

We fathom you not we love you there is per fection in you also,

You furnish your parts toward eternity,

Great or small, you furnish your parts toward the Soul.

LONGINGS FOR HOME.

0 MAGNET-SOUTH ! 0 glistening, perfumed South ! My

South ! 0 quick mettle, rich blood, impulse, and love ! Good

and evil ! 0 all dear to me ! 0 dear to me my birth-things All moving things,

and the trees where I was born the grains,

plants, rivers ; Dear to me my own slow sluggish rivers where they

flow, distant, over flats of silvery sands, or

through swamps, Dear to me the Roanoke, the Savannah, the Altama-

haw, the Pedee, the Tombigbee, the Santee, the

Coosa, and the Sabine ;

0 pensive, far away wandering, I return with my Soul

to haunt their banks again,

Again in Florida I float on transparent lakes I float on the Okeechobee -I cross the hummock land, or through pleasant openings, or dense forests,

1 see the parrots in the woods I see the papaw tree

and the blossoming titi ; Again, sailing in my coaster, on deck, I coast off

Georgia I coast up the Carolinas, I see where the live-oak is growing I see where the

yellow-pine, the scented bay-tree, the lemon and

orange, the cypress, the graceful palmetto ; I pass rude sea-headlands and enter Pamlico Sound

through an inlet, and dart my vision inland,

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390 LEAVES OF GRASS.

0 the cotton plant ! the growing fields of rice, sugar, hemp !

The cactus, guarded with thorns the laurel-tree, with large white flowers,

The range afar the richness and barrenness the old woods charged with mistletoe and trailing moss,

The piney odor and the gloom the awful natural stillness, (Here in these dense swamps the free booter carries his gun, and the fugitive slave has his concealed hut ;)

0 the strange fascination of these half-known, half- impassable swamps, infested by reptiles, resound ing with the bellow of the alligator, the sad noises of the night-owl and the wild-cat, and the whirr of the rattlesnake ;

The mocking-bird, the American mimic, singing all the forenoon singing through the moon-lit night,

The humming-bird, the wild-turkey, the raccoon, the opossum ;

A Tennessee corn-field the tall, graceful, long-leaved corn slender, flapping, bright green, with tas sels with beautiful ears, each well-sheathed in its husk,

An Arkansas prairie a sleeping lake, or still bayou ;

O my heart ! 0 tender and fierce pangs I can stand them not I will depart ;

0 to be a Virginian, where I grew up ! 0 to be a Carolinian !

0 longings irrepressible ! 0 I will go back to old Ten nessee, and never wander more !

MESSENGER LEAYES.

To You, Whoever You Are.

WHOEVER you are, I fear you are walking the walks of

dreams, I fear those realities are to melt from under your feet

and hands ; Even now, your features, joys, speech, house, trade,

manners, troubles, follies, costume, crimes, dis

sipate away from you,

Your true Soul and body appear before me, They stand forth out of affairs out of commerce,

shops, law, science, work, farms, clothes, the

house, medicine, print, buying, selling, eating,

drinking, suffering, dying.

2. Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you,

that you be my poem, I whisper with my lips close to your ear, I have loved many women and men, but I love none

better than you.

3. 0 I have been dilatory and dumb,

I should have made my way straight to you long ago, 1 should have blabbed nothing but you, I should have chanted nothing but you.

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4. I will leave all, and come and make the hymns of

you;

None have understood you, but I understand you, None have done justice to you you have not done

justice to yourself, None but have found you imperfect I only find no

imperfection in you, None but would subordinate you I only am he who

will never consent to subordinate you, I only am he who places over you no master, owner,

better, God, beyond what waits intrinsically in

yourself.

5. Painters have painted their swarming groups, and the

centre figure of all,

From the head of the centre figure spreading a nim bus of gold-colored light,

But I paint myriads of heads, but paint no head with out its nimbus of gold-colored light,

From my hand, from the brain of every man and woman it streams, effulgently flowing forever.

e. 0 I could sing such grandeurs and glories about you !

You have not known what you are you have slum bered upon yourself all your life,

Your eyelids have been the same as closed most of the time,

What you have done returns already in mockeries,

Your thrift, knowledge, prayers, if they do not return in mockeries, what is their return ?

7. The mockeries are not you,

Underneath them, and within them, I see you lurk, I pursue you where none else has pursued you,

MESSENGER LEAVES. 393

Silence, the desk, the flippant expression, the night, the accustomed routine, if these conceal you from others, or from yourself, they do not conceal you from me,

The shaved face, the unsteady eye, the impure com plexion, if these balk others, they do not balk me,

The pert apparel, the deformed attitude, drunken ness, greed, premature death, all these I part aside,

I track through your windings and turnings I come upon you where you thought eye should never come upon you.

s. There is no endowment in man or woman that is not

tallied in you, There is no virtue, no beauty, in man or woman, but

as good is in you, No pluck, no endurance in others, but as good is

in you, No pleasure waiting for others, but an equal pleasure

waits for you.

9. As for me, I give nothing to any one, except I give

the like carefully to you,

I sing the songs of the glory of none, not God, sooner than I sing the songs of the glory of you.

10. Whoever you are ! claim your own at any hazard ! These shows of the east and west are tame compared

to you, These immense meadows these interminable rivers

you are immense and interminable as they,

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These furies, elements, storms, motions of Nature, throes of apparent dissolution you are he or she who is master or mistress over them,

Master or mistress in your own right over Nature, elements, pain, passion, dissolution.

11. The hopples fall from your ankles you find an un

failing sufficiency, Old or young, male or female, rude, low, rejected by

the rest, whatever you are promulges itself, Through birth, life, death, burial, the means are pro

vided, nothing is scanted, Through angers, losses, ambition, ignorance, ennui,

what you are picks its way.

To a Foiled Revolter or Revoltress.

1. COURAGE ! my brother or my sister !

Keep on ! Liberty is to be subserved, whatever occurs ; That is nothing, that is quelled by one or two failures,

or any number of failures, Or by the indifference or ingratitude of the people,

or by any unfaithfulness, Or the show of the tushes of power soldiers, cannon,

penal statutes.

2. What we believe in waits latent forever through

Asia, Africa, Europe, North and South America, Australia, Cuba, and all the islands and archi pelagoes of the sea.

MESSENGER LEAVES. 395

3. What we believe in invites no one, promises nothing,

sits in calmness and light, is positive and com posed, knows no discouragement, Waits patiently its time a year a century a hundred centuries.

4. The battle rages with many a loud alarm and fre

quent advance and retreat,

The infidel triumphs or supposes he triumphs, The prison, scaffold, garrote, hand-cuffs, iron necklace

and anklet, lead-balls, do their work, The named and unnamed heroes pass to other

spheres, The great speakers and writers are exiled they lie

sick in distant lands, The cause is asleep the strongest throats are still,

choked with their own blood, The young men drop their eyelashes toward the

ground when they meet, But for all this, liberty has not gone out of the place,

nor the infidel entered into possession.

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5. When liberty goes out of a place, it is not the first

to go, nor the second or third to go, It waits for all the rest to go it is the last.

e. When there are no more memories of the superb lovers of the nations of the world,

The superb lovers' names scouted in the public gatherings by the lips of the orators,

Boys not christened after them, but christened after traitors and murderers instead,

396 LEAVES OF GRASS.

Tyrants' and priests' successes really acknowledged

anywhere, for all the ostensible appearance, You or I walking abroad upon the earth, elated at

the sight of slaves, no matter who they are, And when all life, and all the Souls of men and women

are discharged from any part of the earth, Then shall the instinct of liberty be discharged from

that part of the earth, Then shall the infidel and the tyrant come into

possession.

7. Then courage ! For till all ceases, neither must you cease.

s. I do not know what you are for, (I do not what I am

for myself, nor what any thing is for,) But I will search carefully for it in being foiled, In defeat, poverty, imprisonment for they too are great.

9. Did we think victory great ?

So it is But now it seems to me, when it cannot be

helped, that defeat is great, And that death and dismay are great.

MESSENGER LEAVES. 397

To Him that was Crucified.

MY spirit to yours, dear brother,

Do not mind because many, sounding your name, do

not understand you, I do not sound your name, but I understand you,

(there are others also ;) I specify you with joy, 0 my comrade, to salute you,

and to salute those who are with you, before and

since and those to come also, That we all labor together, transmitting the same

charge and succession ; We few, equals, indifferent of lands, indifferent of

times, We, enclosers of all continents, all castes allowers

of all theologies,

Compassionaters, perceivers, rapport of men, We walk silent among disputes and assertions, but

reject not the disputers, nor any thing that is

asserted, We hear the bawling and din we are reached at

by divisions, jealousies, recriminations on every

side, They close peremptorily upon us, to surround us,

my comrade, Yet we walk unheld, free, the whole earth over,

journeying up and down, till we make our in

effaceable mark upon time and the diverse eras, Till we saturate time and eras, that the men and

women of races, ages to come, may prove breth

ren and lovers, as we are.

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398 MESSENGER LEAVES.

To One shortly To Die.

1. FROM all the rest I single out you, having a message

for you : You are to die Let others tell you what they

please, I cannot prevaricate, I am exact and merciless, but I love you There is

no escape for you.

2. Softly I lay my right hand upon you you just

feel it, I do not argue I bend my head close, and half-

envelop it,

I sit quietly by I remain faithful, I am more than nurse, more than parent or neighbor, I i absolve you from all except yourself, spiritual,

bodily that is eternal, (The corpse you will leave will be but excremen-

titious.)

3. The sun bursts through in unlooked-for directions ! Strong thoughts fill you, and confidence you smile ! You forget you are sick, as I forget you are sick, You do not see the medicines you do not mind the

weeping friends - 1 am with you, I exclude others from you there is nothing to be

commiserated, I do not commiserate I congratulate you.

MESSENGER LEAVES. 399

To a Common Prostitute.

1. BE composed be at ease with me I am Walt

Whitman, liberal and lusty as Nature, Not till the sun excludes you, do I exclude you, Not till the waters refuse to glisten for you, and the

leaves to rustle for you, do my words refuse to

glisten and rustle for you.

2. My girl, I appoint with you an appointment and I

charge you that you make preparation to be worthy to meet me,

And I charge you that you be patient and perfect till I come.

3. Till then, I salute you with a significant look, that

you do not forget me.

To Rich Givers.

WHAT you give me, I cheerfully accept,

A little sustenance, a hut and garden, a little money

these as I rendezvous with my poems, A traveller's lodging and breakfast as I journey

through The States Why should I be ashamed

to own such gifts ? Why to advertise for them ? For I myself am not one who bestows nothing upon

man and woman, For I know that what I bestow upon any man or

woman is no less than the entrance to all the

gifts of the universe.

400 MESSENGER LEAVES.

To a Pupil.

1. Is reform needed ? Is it through you ?

The greater the reform needed, the greater the PER SONALITY you need to accomplish it.

2. You ! do you not see how it would serve to have eyes,

blood, complexion, clean and sweet ? Do you not see how it would serve to have such a body and Soul, that when you enter the crowd, an atmosphere of desire and command enters with you, and every one is impressed with your personality ?

3. 0 the magnet ! the flesh over and over !

Go, mon cher ! if need be, give up all else, and com mence to-day to inure yourself to pluck, reality, self-esteem, definiteness, elevatedness,

Rest not, till you rivet and publish yourself of your own personality.

To The States,

To Identify the i6th, iyth, or i8th Prefidentiad.

WHY reclining, interrogating ? Why myself and all

drowsing ? What deepening twilight ! Scum floating atop of the

waters ! Who are they, as bats and night-dogs, askant in the

Capitol ?

MESSENGER LEAVES. 401

What a filthy Presidentiad ! (0 south, your torrid

suns ! 0 north, your arctic freezings !) Are those really Congressmen? Are those the great

Judges ? Is that the President ? Then I will sleep a while yet for I see that These

States sleep, for reasons ; (With gathering murk with muttering thunder and

lambent shoots, we all duly awake, South, north, east, west, inland and seaboard, we will

surely awake.)

To a Cantatrice.

HERE, take this gift !

I was reserving it for some hero, orator, or general,

One who should serve the good old cause, the prog

ress and freedom of the race, the cause of

my Soul ; But I see that what I was reserving belongs to you

just as much as to any.

Walt Whitman's Caution.

To The States, or any one of them, or any city of

The States, Resist much, obey little, Once unquestioning obedience, once fully enslaved, Once fully enslaved, no nation, state, city, of this earth, ever afterward resumes its liberty.

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To a President.

ALL you are doing and saying is to America dangled

mirages, You have not learned of Nature of the politics of

Nature, you have not learned the great ampli

tude, rectitude, impartiality, You have not seen that only such as they are for

These States, And that what is less than they, must sooner or later

lift off from These States.

To other Lands.

I HEAR you have been asking for something to repre sent the new race, our self-poised Democracy,

Therefore I send you my poems, that you behold in them what you wanted.

To Old Age.

I SEE in you the estuary that enlarges and spreads itself grandly as it pours in the great sea.

MESSENGER LEAVES.

403

To You.

LET us twain walk aside from the rest ;

Now we are together privately, do you discard cer

emony, Come ! vouchsafe to me what has yet been vouchsafed

to none Tell me the whole story, Tell me what you would not tell your brother, wife,

husband, or physician.

To You.

STRANGER! if you, passing, meet me, and desire to

speak to me, why should you not speak to me ? And why should I not speak to you ?

MANNAHATTA.

I WAS asking for something specific and perfect for my city, and behold ! here is the aboriginal

name

Now I see what there is in a name, a word, liquid, sane, unruly, musical, self-sufficient,

I see that the word of my city, is that word up there,

Because I see that word nested in nests of water-bays, superb, with tall and wonderful spires,

Bich, hemmed thick all around with sailships and steamships an island sixteen miles long, solid- founded,

Numberless crowded streets high growths of iron, slender, strong, light, splendidly uprising toward clear skies ;

Tides swift and ample, well-loved by me, toward sun down,

The flowing sea-currents, the little islands, the larger adjoining islands, the heights, the villas,

The countless masts, the white shore-steamers, the lighters, the ferry-boats, the black sea-steamers, well-model' d ;

The down-town streets, the jobbers' houses of business the houses of business of the ship-merchants, and money-brokers the river-streets,

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Immigrants arriving, fifteen or twenty thousand in a

week, The carts hauling goods the manly race of drivers

of horses the brown-faced sailors, The summer-air, the bright sun shining, and the sail ing clouds aloft, The winter snows, the sleigh-bells the broken ice in

the river, passing along, up or down, with the

•flood-tide or ebb-tide ; The mechanics of the city, the masters, well-formed,

beautiful-faced, looking you straight in the eyes ; Trottoirs thronged vehicles Broadway the wo men the shops and shows, The parades, processions, bugles playing, flags flying,

drums beating ; A million people manners free and superb open

voices hospitality the most courageous and

friendly young men ;

The free city ! no slaves ! no owners of slaves ! The beautiful city ! the city of hurried and sparkling

waters ! the city of spires and masts ! The city nested in bays ! my city ! The city of such women, I am mad to be with them !

I will return after death to be with them ! The city of such young men, I swear I cannot live

happy, without I often go talk, walk, eat, drink,

sleep, with them !

FRANCE,

The i8th Year of Thefe States.

j A GREAT year and place,

A harsh, discordant, natal scream rising, to touch the mother's heart closer than any yet.

2- I walked the shores of my Eastern Sea, Heard over the waves the little voice, Saw the divine infant, where she woke, mournfully

wailing, amid the roar of cannon, curses, shouts,

crash of falling buildings, Was not so sick from the blood in the gutters running

nor from the single corpses, nor those in heaps,

nor those borne away in the tumbrils, Was not so desperate at the battues of death was

not so shocked at the repeated fusillades of the

guns.

3. Pale, silent, stern, what could I say to that long- accrued retribution ? Could I wish humanity different ? Could I wish the people made of wood and stone ? Or that there be no justice in destiny or time ?

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FRANCE. 407

4. 0 Liberty ! 0 mate for me !

Here too keeps the blaze, the bullet and the axe, in

reserve, to fetch them out in case of need, Here too, though long deprest, still is not destroyed, Here too could rise at last, murdering and extatic, Here too would demand full arrears of vengeance.

5. Hence I sign this salute over the sea,

And I do not deny that terrible red birth and baptism, But remember the little voice that I heard wailing

and wait with perfect trust, no matter how long, And from to-day, sad and cogent, I maintain the

bequeath'd cause, as for all lands, And I send these words to Paris, with my love, And I guess some chansonniers there will understand

them, For I guess there is latent music yet in France

floods of it, 0 I hear already the bustle of instruments they

will soon be drowning all that would interrupt

them,

0 I think the east wind brings a triumphal and free

march, It reaches hither it swells me to joyful madness,

1 will run transpose it in words, to justify it, I will yet sing a song for you, ma femme.

THOUGHTS.

1.

OF the vjsages of things And of piercing through

to the accepted hells beneath ; Of ugliness To me there is just as much in it as

there is in beauty And now the ugliness of

human beings is acceptable to me ; Of detected persons To me, detected persons are

not, in any respect, worse than undetected per

sons and are not in any respect worse than I

am myself ; Of criminals To me, any judge, or any juror, is

equally criminal and any reputable person is

also and the President is also.

2.

OF waters, forests, hills,

Of the earth at large, whispering through medium

of me ; Of vista Suppose some sight in arriere, through the

formative chaos, presuming the growth, fulness,

life, now attained on the journey;

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(But I see the road continued, and the journey ever

continued ;) Of what was once lacking on the earth, and in due

time has become supplied And of what will

yet be supplied, Because all I see and know, I believe to have purport

in what will yet be supplied.

3.

OF persons arrived at high positions, ceremonies, wealth, scholarships, and the like,

To me, all that those persons have arrived at, sinks away from them, except as it results to their bodies and Souls,

So that often to me they appear gaunt and naked,

And often, to me, each one mocks the others, and mocks himself or herself,

And of each one, the core of life, namely happiness, is full of the rotten excrement of maggots,

And often, to me, those men and women pass un wittingly the true realities of life, and go toward false realities,

And often, to me, they are alive after what custom has served them, but nothing more,

And often, to me, they are sad, hasty, unwaked son- nambules, walking the dusk.

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410 THOUGHTS.

4.

OF ownership As if one fit to own things could not

at pleasure enter upon all, and incorporate them.

into himself or herself ; Of Equality As if it harmed me, giving others the

same chances and rights as myself As if it

were not indispensable to my own rights that

others possess the same ; Of Justice As if Justice could be any thing but

the same ample law, expounded by natural

judges and saviours, As if it might be this thing or that thing, according

to decisions.

5.

As I sit with others, at a great feast, suddenly, while the music is playing,

To my mind, (whence it comes I know not,) spectral, in mist, of a wreck at sea,

Of the flower of the marine science of fifty genera tions, foundered off the Northeast coast, and going down Of the steamship Arctic going down,

Of the veiled tableau Women gathered together on deck, pale, heroic, waiting the moment that draws so close 0 the moment !

THOUGHTS. 41 1

0 the huge sob A few bubbles the white foam spirting up And then the women gone,

Sinking there, while the passionless wet flows on And I now pondering, Are those women indeed gone ?

Are Souls drowned and destroyed so ?

Is only matter triumphant ?

6.

OP what I write from myself As if that were not

the resum6 ; Of Histories As if such, however complete, were

not less complete than my poems ; As if the shreds, the records of nations, could possibly

be as lasting as my poems ; As if here were not the amount of all nations, and of

all the lives of heroes.

7.

OF obedience, faith, adhesiveness ;

As I stand aloof and look, there is to me something profoundly affecting in large masses of men, fol lowing the lead of those who do not believe in men.

UNNAMED LANDS.

1. NATIONS ten thousand years before These States, and

many times ten thousand years before These

States, Garnered clusters of ages, that men and women like

us grew up and travelled their course, and

passed on ; What vast-built cities What orderly republics

What pastoral tribes and nomads, What histories, rulers, heroes, perhaps transcending

all others,

What laws, customs, wealth, arts, traditions, What sort of marriage What costumes What

physiology and phrenology, What of liberty and slavery among them What

they thought of death and the Soul, Who were witty and wise Who beautiful and poetic

Who brutish and undeveloped, Not a mark, not a record remains And yet all

remains.

2. 0 I know that those men and women were not for

nothing, any more than we are for nothing,

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I know that they belong to the scheme of the world every bit as much as we now belong to it, and as all will henceforth belong to it.

3. Afar they stand yet near to me they stand, Some with oval countenances, learned and calm, Some naked and savage Some like huge collections

of insects,

Some in tents herdsmen, patriarchs, tribes, horse men,

Some prowling through woods Some living peacea bly on farms, laboring, reaping, filling barns,

Some traversing paved avenues, amid temples, palaces, factories, libraries, shows, courts, theatres, won derful monuments.

4. Are those billions of men really gone ?

Are those women of the old experience of the earth

gone ?

Do their lives, cities, arts, rest only with us ? Did they achieve nothing for good, for themselves ?

5. I believe of all those billions of men and women that

filled the unnamed lands, every one exists this hour, here or elsewhere, invisible to us, in exact proportion to what he or she grew from in life, and out of what he or she did, felt, became, loved, sinned, in life.

e. I believe that was not the end of those nations, or any person of them, any more than this shall be the end of my nation, or of me ;

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414 LEAVES OF GRASS.

Of their languages, phrenology, government, coins, med als, marriage, literature, products, games, juris prudence, wars, manners, amativeness, crimes, prisons, slaves, heroes, poets, I suspect their re sults curiously await in the yet unseen world counterparts of what accrued to them in the seen world,

I suspect I shall meet them there,

I suspect I shall there find each old particular of those unnamed lands.

KOSMOS.

WHO includes diversity, and is Nature,

Who is the amplitude of the earth, and the coarseness

and sexuality of the earth, and the great charity

of the earth, and the equilibrium also, Who has not looked forth from the windows, the eyes,

for nothing, or whose brain held audience with

messengers for nothing ; Who contains believers and disbelievers Who is the

most majestic lover ; Who holds duly his or her triune proportion of realism,

spiritualism, and of the aesthetic, or intellectual, Who, having considered the body, finds all its organs

and parts good ; Who, out of the theory of the earth, and of his or her

body, understands by subtle analogies, the theory

of a city, a poem, and of the large politics of

These States;

LEAVES OF GRASS.

Who believes not only in our globe, with its sun and

moon, but in other globes, with their suns and

moons ; Who, constructing the house of himself or herself, not

for a day, but for all time, sees races, eras, dates,

generations, The past, the future, dwelling there, like space, insep

arable together.

A HAND-MIRROR.

HOLD it up sternly ! See this it sends back ! (Who is

it ? Is it you ?)

Outside fair costume within, ashes and filth, No more a flashing eye no more a sonorous voice

or springy step,

Now some slave's eye, voice, hands, step, A drunkard's breath, unwholesome eater's face, ve-

nerealee's flesh, Lungs rotting away piecemeal, stomach sour and

cankerous,

Joints rheumatic, bowels clogged with abomination, Blood circulating dark and poisonous streams, Words babble, hearing and touch callous, No brain, no heart left no magnetism of sex ; Such, from one look in this looking-glass ere you go

hence, Such a result so soon and from such a beginning !

LEAVES OF GRASS.

BEGINNERS.

How they are provided for upon the earth, (appear

ing at intervals,)

How dear and dreadful they are to the earth, How they inure to themselves as much as to any

What a paradox appears, their age, How people respond to them, yet know them not, How there is something relentless in their fate, all

times, How all times mischoose the objects of their adulation

and reward, And how the same inexorable price must still be paid

for the same great purchase.

TESTS.

ALL submit to them, where they sit, inner, secure, unapproachable to analysis, in the Soul;

Not traditions not the outer authorities are the judges they are the judges of outer authori ties, and of all traditions,

They corroborate as they go, only whatever corrobo rates themselves, and touches themselves,

For all that, they have it forever in themselves to cor roborate far and near, without one exception.

LEAVES OF GRASS. 417

SAVANTISM.

THITHER, as I look, I see each result and glory re

tracing itself and nestling close, always obli

gated ; Thither hours, months, years thither trades, com

pacts, establishments, even the most minute, Thither every-day life, speech, utensils, politics, per

sons, estates, Thither we also, I with my leaves and songs, trustful,

admirant, As a father, to his father going, takes his children

along with him.

PERFECTIONS.

ONLY themselves understand themselves, and the like

of themselves, As Souls only understand Souls.

SAYS.

I SAY whatever tastes sweet to the most perfect per son, that is finally right.

i.

I SAY nourish a great intellect, a great brain; If I have said anything to the contrary, I hereby retract it.

I SAY man shall not hold property in man;

I say the least developed person on earth is just as important and sacred to himself or herself, as the most developed person is to himself or her self.

I SAI where liberty draws not the blood out of slavery, there slavery draws the blood out of liberty,

I say the word of the good old cause in These States, and resound it hence over the world.

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SAYS. 419

I SAY the human shape or face is so great, it must never be made ridiculous ;

I say for ornaments nothing outre can be allowed,

And that anything is most beautiful without orna ment,

And that exaggerations will be sternly revenged in your own physiology, and in other persons' phys iology also ;

And I say that clean-shaped children can be jetted and conceived only where natural forms prevail in public, and the human face and form are never caricatured ;

And I say that genius need never more be turned to

romances,

(For facts properly told, how mean appear all romances.)

I SAY the word of lands fearing nothing I will have no other land ;

I say discuss all and expose all I am for every topic openly ;

I say there can be no salvation for These States with out innovators without free tongues, and ears willing to hear the tongues ;

And I announce as a glory of These States, that they respectfully listen to propositions, reforms, fresh views and doctrines, from successions of men and women,

Each age with its own growth.

420 SAYS.

I HAVE said many times that materials and the Soul

are great, and that all depends on physique ; Now I reverse what I said, and affirm that all depends

on the esthetic or intellectual, And that criticism is great and that refinement is

greatest of all ; And I affirm now that the mind governs and that

all depends on the mind.

WITH one man or woman (no matter which one

I even pick out the lowest,) With him or her I now illustrate the whole law ; I say that every right, in politics or what-not, shall be

eligible to that one man or woman, on the same

terms as any.

DEBRIS.

HE is wisest who has the most caution, He only wins who goes far enough.

ANY thing is as good as established, when that is established that will produce it and continue it.

WHAT General has a good army in himself, has a

good army; He happy in himself, or she happy in herself, is

happy, But I tell you you cannot be happy by others, any

more than you can beget or conceive a child by

others.

HAVE you learned lessons only of those who admired

you, and were tender with you, and stood aside

for you? Have you not learned the great lessons of those who

rejected you, and braced themselves against you ?

or who treated you with contempt, or disputed

the passage with you? Have you had no practice to receive opponents when

they come ?

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422 LEAVES OF GRASS.

DESPAIRING cries float ceaselessly toward me, day and

night, The sad voice of Death the call of my nearest

lover, putting forth, alarmed, uncertain, This sea I am quickly to sail, come tell me, Come tell me where I am speeding- tell me my

destination.

I UNDERSTAND your anguish, but I cannot help you, I approach, hear, behold the sad mouth, the look

out of the eyes, your mute inquiry, Whither I go from the bed I now recline on, come

tell me ; Old age, alarmed, uncertain A young woman's

voice appealing to me, for comfort, A young man's voice, Shall I not escape ?

A THOUSAND perfect men and women appear, Around each gathers a cluster of friends, and gay children and youths, with offerings.

A MASK a perpetual natural disguiser of herself, Concealing her face, concealing her form, Changes and transformations every hour, every mo ment, Falling upon her even when she sleeps.

LEAVES OF GRASS. 423

ONE sweeps by, attended by an immense train, All emblematic of peace not a soldier or menial among them.

ONE sweeps by, old, with black eyes, and profuse

white hair, He has the simple magnificence of health and

strength, His face strikes as with flashes of lightning whoever

it turns toward.

THREE old men slowly pass, followed by three others,

and they by three others, They are beautiful the one in the middle of each

group holds his companions by the hand, As they walk, they give out perfume wherever they

walk.

WOMEN sit, or move to and fro some old, some

young, The young are beautiful but the old are more

beautiful than the young.

WHAT weeping face is that looking from the window ? Why does it stream those sorrowful tears ? Is it for some burial place, vast and dry ? Is it to wet the soil of graves ?

424 LEAVES OF GRASS.

I WILL take an egg out of the robin's nest in the

orchard, I will take a branch of gooseberries from the old bush

in the garden, and go and preach to the world ; You shall see I will not meet a single heretic or

scorner, You shall see how I stump clergymen, and confound

them, You shall see me showing a scarlet tomato, and a

white pebble from the beach.

BEHAVIOR fresh, native, copious, each one for him self or herself,

Nature and the Soul expressed America and free dom expressed In it the finest art,

In it pride, cleanliness, sympathy, to have their chance,

In it physique, intellect, faith in it just as much as to manage an army or a city, or to write a book perhaps more,

The youth, the laboring person, the poor person, rivalling all the rest perhaps outdoing the rest,

The effects of the universe no greater than its ;

For there is nothing in the whole universe that can be more effective than a man's or woman's dailj behavior can be,

In any position, in any one of These States.

LEAVES or GRASS.

425

NOT the pilot has charged himself to bring his ship into port, though beaten back, and many times baffled,

Not the path-finder, penetrating inland, weary and long,

By deserts parched, snows chilled, rivers wet, per severes till he reaches his destination,

More than I have charged myself, heeded or un heeded, to compose a free march for These States,

To be exhilarating music to them, years, centuries hence.

I THOUGHT I was not alone, walking here by the shore, But the one I thought was with me, as now I walk by

the shore, As I lean and look through the glimmering light

that one has utterly disappeared, And those appear that perplex me.

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SLEEP-CHASINGS.

1. I WANDER all night in my vision,

Stepping with light feet, swiftly and noiselessly step ping and stopping,

Bending with open eyes over the shut eyes of sleepers,

Wandering and confused, lost to myself, ill-assorted, contradictory,

Pausing, gazing, bending, and stopping.

2. How solemn they look there, stretched and still ! How quiet they breathe, the little children in their

cradles !

3. The wretched features of ennuye*s, the white features

of corpses, the livid faces of drunkards, the sick- gray faces of onanists,

The gashed bodies on battle-fields, the insane in their strong-doored rooms, the sacred idiots, the new born emerging from gates, and the dying emer ging from gates,

The night pervades them and infolds them.

4. The married couple sleep calmly in their bed he

with his palm on the hip of the wife, and she with her palm on the hip of the husband,

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The sisters sleep lovingly side by side in their bed, The men sleep lovingly side by side in theirs, And the mother sleeps, with her little child carefully wrapped.

5. The blind sleep, and the deaf and dumb sleep,

The prisoner sleeps well in the prison the run away son sleeps, The murderer that is to be hung next day how

does he sleep? And the murdered person how does he sleep?

e. The female that loves unrequited sleeps, And the male that loves unrequited sleeps, The head of the money-maker that plotted all day

sleeps, And the enraged and treacherous dispositions

all, all sleep.

7. I stand in the dark with drooping eyes by the worst- suffering and the most restless,

I pass my hands soothingly to and fro a few inches from them,

The restless sink in their beds they fitfully sleep.

s. Now I pierce the darkness new beings appear, The earth recedes from me into the night, I saw that it was beautiful, and I see that what is not the earth is beautiful.

9. I go from bedside to bedside I sleep close with

the other sleepers, each in turn, I dream in my dream all the dreams of the other

dreamers, And I become the other dreamers.

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10. I am a dance Play up, there ! the fit is whirling

me fast!

11. I am the ever-laughing it is new moon and twilight, I see the hiding of douceurs I see nimble ghosts

whichever way I look,

Cache, and cache again, deep in the ground and sea, and where it is neither ground or sea.

12. Well do they do their jobs, those journeymen divine, Only from me can they hide nothing, and would not

if they could, I reckon I am their boss, and they make me a pet

besides, And surround me and lead me, and run ahead when

I walk,

To lift their cunning covers, to signify me with 4 stretched arms, and resume the way ;

Onward we move ! a gay gang of blackguards ! with

mirth-shouting music and wild-flapping pennants

of joy !

is. I am the actor, the actress, the voter, the politician, The emigrant and the exile, the criminal that stood

in the box, He who has been famous, and he who shall be famous

after to-day, The stammerer, the well-formed person, the wasted

or feeble person.

14. I am she who adorned herself and folded her hair

expectantly, My truant lover has come, and it is dark.

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15. Double yourself and receive me, darkness !

Receive me and my lover too he will not let me go without him.

16. I roll myself upon you, as upon a bed I resign

myself to the dusk.

17. He whom I call answers me and takes the place of

my lover, He rises with me silently from the bed.

is. Darkness! you are gentler than my lover his flesh

was sweaty and panting, I feel the hot moisture yet that he left me.

19. My hands are spread forth, I pass them in all

directions,

I would sound up the shadowy shore to which you are journeying.

20. Be careful, darkness ! already, what was it touched

me ? I thought my lover had gone, else darkness and he

are one, I hear the heart-beat I follow, I fade away.

21. 0 hot-cheeked and blushing ! 0 foolish hectic !

0 for pity's sake, no one must see me now ! my

clothes were stolen while I was abed, Now I am thrust forth, where shall I run ?

22. Pier that I saw dimly last night, when I looked from

the windows!

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Pier out from the main, let me catch myself with you

and stay I will not chafe you, I feel ashamed to go naked about the world.

23. I am curious to know where my feet stand and

what this is flooding me, childhood or manhood and the hunger that crosses the bridge between.

24. The cloth laps a first sweet eating and drinking, Laps life-swelling yolks laps ear of rose-corn, milky

and just ripened ; The white teeth stay, and the boss-tooth advances in

darkness, And liquor is spilled on lips and bosoms by touching

glasses, and the best liquor afterward.

25. I descend my western course, my sinews are flaccid, Perfume and youth course through me, and I am

their wake.

26. It is my face yellow and wrinkled, instead of the

old woman's,

I sit low in a straw-bottom chair, and carefully darn my grandson's stockings.

27. It is I too, the sleepless widow looking out on the

winter midnight,

I see the sparkles of starshine on the icy and pallid earth.

28. A shroud I see, and I am the shroud I wrap a body

and lie in the coffin,

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It is dark here under ground it is not evil or pain here it is blank here, for reasons.

29. It seems to me that everything in the light and air

ought to be happy,

Whoever is not in his coffin and the dark grave, let him know he has enough.

30. I see a beautiful gigantic swimmer swimming naked

through the eddies of the sea, His brown hair lies close and even to his head

he strikes out with courageous arms he urges

himself with his legs,

I see his white body I see his undaunted eyes, I hate the swift-running eddies that would dash him

head-foremost on the rocks.

31. What are you doing, you ruffianly red-trickled waves? Will you kill the courageous giant ? Will you kill

him in the prime of his middle age ?

32. Steady and long he struggles,

He is baffled, banged, bruised he holds out while

his strength holds out, The slapping eddies are spotted with his blood

they bear him away they roll him, swing him,

turn him, His beautiful body is borne in the circling eddies,

it is continually bruised on rocks, Swiftly and out of sight is borne the brave corpse.

33. I turn, but do not extricate myself,

Confused, a past-reading, another, but with darkness yet.

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84. The beach is cut by the razorj ice-wind the wreck- guns sound,

The tempest lulls the moon comes floundering through the drifts.

as. I look where the ship helplessly heads end on i hear the burst as she strikes I hear the howls of dismay they grow fainter and fainter.

se. I cannot aid with my wringing fingers,

I can but rush to the surf, and let it drench me and freeze upon me.

s?. I search with the crowd not one of the company is

washed to us alive ;

In the morning I help pick up the dead and lay them in rows in a barn.

ss. Now of the old war-days, the defeat at Brooklyn, "Washington stands inside the lines he stands on the

intrenched hills, amid a crowd of officers, His face is cold and damp he cannot repress the

weeping drops, He lifts the glass perpetually to his eyes the color is

blanched from his cheeks, He sees the slaughter of the southern braves confided

to him by their parents.

89. The same, at last and at last, when peace is declared, He stands in the room of the old tavern the well- beloved soldiers all pass through, The officers speechless and slow draw near in their turns,

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The chief encircles their necks with his arm, and

kisses them on the cheek, He kisses lightly the wet cheeks one after another

he shakes hands, and bids goocl-by to the army.

40. Now I tell what my mother told me to-day as we sat

at dinner together,

Of when she was a nearly grown girl, living home with her parents on the old homestead.

41. A red squaw came one breakfast-time to the old

homestead,

On her back she carried a bundle of rushes for rush-bottoming chairs,

Her hair, straight, shiny, coarse, black, profuse, half- enveloped her face,

Her step was free and elastic, and her voice sounded exquisitely as she spoke.

42. My mother looked in delight and amazement at the

stranger,

She looked at the freshness of her tall-borne face, and full and pliant limbs,

The more she looked upon her she loved her,

Never before had she seen such wonderful beauty and purity,

She made her sit on a bench by the jamb of the fire place she cooked food for her,

She had no work to give her, but she gave her remembrance and fondness.

43. The red squaw staid all the forenoon, and toward the

middle of the afternoon she went away,

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0 my mother was loth to have her go away !

All the week she thought of her she watched for

her many a month, She remembered her many a winter and many a

summer, But the red squaw never came, nor was heard of

there again.

44. Now Lucifer was not dead or if he was, I am his

sorrowful terrible heir,

1 have been wronged I am oppressed I hate him

that oppresses me, I will either destroy him, or he shall release me.

45. Damn him ! how he does defile me !

How he informs against my brother and sister, and

takes pay for their blood ! How he laughs when I look down the bend, after the

steamboat that carries away my woman !

46. Now the vast dusk bulk that is the whale's bulk, it

seems mine,

Warily, sportsman ! though I lie so sleepy and slug gish, my tap is death.

47. A show of the summer softness ! a contact of some

thing unseen ! an amour of the light and air ! I am jealous, and overwhelmed with friendliness, And will go gallivant with the light and air myself, And have an unseen something to be in contact with

them also.

48. 0 love and summer ! you are in the dreams, and

in me !

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Autumn and winter are in the dreams the farmer goes with his thrift,

The droves and crops increase, and the barns are well- filled.

49. Elements merge in the night ships make tacks in

the dreams,

The sailor sails the exile returns home, The fugitive returns unharmed the immigrant is

back beyond months and years, The poor Irishman lives in the simple house of his

childhood, with the well-known neighbors and

faces, They warmly welcome him he is barefoot again, he

forgets he is well off; The Dutchman voyages home, and the Scotchman

and Welshman voyage home, and the native of

the Mediterranean voyages home, To every port of England, France, Spain, enter well- filled ships, The Swiss foots it toward his hills the Prussian goes

his way, the Hungarian his way, and the Pole

his way, The Swede returns, and the Dane and Norwegian

return.

50. The homeward bound, and the outward bound,

The beautiful lost swimmer, the ennuye, the onanist, the female that loves unrequited, the money maker,

The actor and actress, those through with their parts, and those waiting to commence,

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The affectionate boy, the husband and wife, the voter,

the nominee that is chosen, and the nominee that

has failed, The great already known, and the great any time

after to-day, The stammerer, the sick, the perfect-formed, the

homely, The criminal that stood in the box, the judge that

sat and sentenced him, the fluent lawyers, the

jury, the audience, The laugher and weeper, the dancer, the midnight

widow, the red squaw, The consumptive, the erysipelite, the idiot, he that

is wronged, The antipodes, and every one between this and them

in the dark, I swear they are averaged now one is no better

than the other, The night and sleep have likened them and restored

them.

51 I swear they are all beautiful !

Every one that sleeps is beautiful everything in

the dim light is beautiful, The wildest and bloodiest is over, and all is peace.

52. Peace is always beautiful,

The myth of heaven indicates peace and night.

53. The myth of heaven indicates the Soul ;

The Soul is always beautiful it appears more or it appears less it comes, or it lags behind,

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It comes from its embowered garden, and looks pleasantly on itself, and encloses the world,

Perfect and clean the genitals previously jetting, and perfect and clean the womb cohering,

The head well-grown, proportioned and plumb, and the bowels and joints proportioned and plumb.

M. The Soul is always beautiful,

The universe is duly in order, everything is in its

place, What is arrived is in its place, and what waits is

in its place ; The twisted skull waits, the watery or rotten blood

waits, The child of the glutton or venerealee waits long, and

the child of the drunkard waits long, and the

drunkard himself waits long, The sleepers that lived and died wait the far

advanced are to go on in their turns, and the

far behind are to go on in their turns, The diverse shall be no less diverse, but they shall

flow and unite they unite now.

55. The sleepers are very beautiful as they lie unclothed, They flow hand in hand over the whole earth, from

east to west, as they lie unclothed, The Asiatic and African are hand in hand the

European and American are hand in hand, Learned and unlearned are hand in hand, and male

and female are hand in hand, The bare arm of the girl crosses the bare breast of

her lover they press close without lust his

lips press her neck,

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The father holds his grown or ungrown son in his

arms with measureless love, and the son holds

the father in his arms with measureless love, The white hair of the mother shines on the white

wrist of the daughter, The breath of the boy goes with the breath of the

man, friend is inarmed by friend, . The scholar kisses the teacher, and the teacher kisses

the scholar the wronged is made right, The call of the slave is one with the master's call, and

the master salutes the slave, The felon steps forth from the prison the insane

becomes sane the suffering of sick persons is

relieved, The sweatings and fevers stop the throat that was

unsound is sound the lungs of the consumptive

are resumed the poor distressed head is free, The joints of the rheumatic move as smoothly as ever,

and smoother than ever, Stiflings and passages open the paralyzed become

supple, The swelled and convulsed and congested awake to

themselves in condition, They pass the invigoration of the night, and the

chemistry of the night, and awake.

56. I too pass from the night,

I stay a while away 0 night, but I return to you again, and love you.

57. Why should I be afraid to trust myself to you ?

I am not afraid I have been well brought forward by you,

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I love the rich running day, but I do not desert her

in whom I lay so long, I know not how I came of you, and I know not where

I go with you but I know I came well, and

shall go well.

58. I will stop only a time with the night, and rise

betimes,

I will duly pass the day, 0 my mother, and duly return to you.

BURIAL.

1. To think of it !

To think of time of all that retrospection ! To think of to-day, and the ages continued hence forward !

2. Have you guessed you yourself would not continue ? Have you dreaded those earth-beetles ?

Have you feared the future would be nothing to you ?

3. Is to-day nothing ? Is the beginningless past nothing ? If the future is nothing, they are just as surely

nothing.

4. To think that the sun rose in the east ! that men

and women were flexible, real, alive ! that every thing was alive !

To think that you and I did not see, feel, think, nor bear our part !

To think that we are now here, and bear our part !

5. Not a day passes not a minute or second, without

an accouchment !

Not a day passes not a minute or second, without a corpse !

«. The dull nights go over, and the dull days also, The soreness of lying so much in bed goes over,

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The physician, after long putting off, gives the silent and terrible look for an answer,

The children come hurried and weeping, and the brothers and sisters are sent for,

Medicines stand unused on the shelf (the camphor- smell has long pervaded the rooms,)

The faithful hand of the living does not desert the hand of the dying,

The twitching lips press lightly on the forehead of the dying,

The breath ceases, and the pulse of the heart ceases,

The corpse stretches on the bed, and the living look upon it,

It is palpable as the living are palpable.

7. The living look upon the corpse with their eye-sight, But without eye-sight lingers a different living, and looks curiously on the corpse.

s. To think that the rivers will flow, and the snow fall, and fruits ripen, and act upon others as upon us now yet not act upon us ! To think of all these wonders of city and country, and others taking great interest in them and we taking no interest in them !

9. To think how eager we are in building our houses ! To think others shall be just as eager, and we quite

indifferent !

10. I see one building the house that serves him a few

years, or seventy or eighty years at most, I see one building the house that serves him longer than that.

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11. Slow-moving and black lines creep over the whole

earth they never cease they are the burial lines,

He that was President was buried, and he that is now President shall surely be buried.

12. Cold dash of waves at the ferry-wharf posh and

ice in the river, half-frozen mud in the streets, a gray discouraged sky overhead, the short last daylight of Twelfth Month,

A hearse and stages other vehicles give place the funeral of an old Broadway stage-driver, the cortege mostly drivers.

13. Steady the trot to the cemetery, duly rattles the

death-bell, the gate is passed, the new-dug grave is halted at, the living alight, the hearse un closes,

The coffin is passed out, lowered and settled, the whip is laid on the coffin, the earth is swiftly shovelled in,

The mound above is flatted with the spades silence,

A minute, no one moves or speaks it is done,

He is decently put away is there anything more ?

14. He was a good fellow, free-mouthed, quick-tempered,

not bad-looking, able to take his own part, witty, sensitive to a slight, ready with life or death for a friend, fond of women, gambled, ate hearty, drank hearty, had known what it was to be flush, grew low-spirited toward the last, sickened, was helped by a contribution, died, aged forty- one years and that was his funeral.

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is Thumb extended, finger uplifted, apron, cape, gloves, strap, wet-weather clothes, whip carefully chosen, boss, spotter, starter, hostler, somebody loafing on you, you loafing on somebody, head-way, man before and man behind, good day's work, bad day's work, pet stock, mean stock, first out, last out, turning in at night,

To think that these are so much and so nigh to other drivers and he there takes no interest in them !

16. The markets, the government, the working-man's

wages to think what account they are through our nights and days !

To think that other working-men will make just as great account of them yet we make little or no account !

17. The vulgar and the refined what you call sin and

what you call goodness to think how wide a difference !

To think the difference will still continue to others, yet we lie beyond the difference.

is. To think how much pleasure there is !

Have you pleasure from looking at the sky ? have you pleasure from poems ?

Do you enjoy yourself in the city ? or engaged in business ? or planning a nomination and elec tion ? or with your wife and family ?

Or with your mother and sisters ? or in womanly house-work ? or the beautiful maternal cares ?

These also flow onward to others you and I flow onward,

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But in due time you and I shall take less interest in them.

19. Your farm, profits, crops, to think how engrossed

you are !

To think there will still be farms, profits, crops yet for you, of what avail ?

20. What will be, will be well for what is, is well,

To take interest is well, and not to take interest shall be well.

21- The sky continues beautiful,

The pleasure of men with women shall never be sated, nor the pleasure of women with men, nor the pleasure from poems,

The domestic joys, the daily house-work or business, the building of houses these are not phan tasms they have weight, form, location;

Farms, profits, crops, markets, wages, government, are none of them phantasms,

The difference between sin and goodness is no delusion,

The earth is not an echo man and his life, and all the things of his life, are well-considered.

22- You are not thrown to the winds you gather cer

tainly and safely around yourself, Yourself ! Yourself ! Yourself, forever and ever !

23. It is not to diffuse you that you were born of your

mother and father it is to identify you, It is not that you should be undecided, but that you should be decided ;

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Something long preparing and formless is arrived and

formed in you, You are thenceforth secure, whatever comes or goes.

24. The threads that were spun are gathered, the weft

crosses the warp, the pattern is systematic.

25. The preparations have every one been justified,

The orchestra have sufficiently tuned their instru ments, the baton has given the signal.

26. The guest that was coming he waited long, for

reasons he is now housed,

He is one of those who are beautiful and happy he is one of those that to look upon and be with is enough.

27. The law of the past cannot be eluded,

The law of the present and future cannot be eluded, The law of the living cannot be eluded it is eter nal, The law of promotion and transformation cannot be

eluded,

The law of heroes and good-doers cannot be eluded, The law of drunkards, informers, mean persons not one iota of it can be eluded.

28. Slow-moving and black lines go ceaselessly over the

earth,

Northerner goes carried, and southerner goes carried, and they on the Atlantic side, and they on the Pacific, and they between, and all through the Mississippi country, and all over the earth.

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29. The great masters and kosmos are well as they go

the heroes and good-doers are well, The known leaders and inventors, and the rich owners

and pious and distinguished, may be well, But there is more account than that there is strict account of all.

so. The interminable hordes of the ignorant and wicked

are not nothing,

The barbarians of Africa and Asia are not nothing, The common people of Europe are not nothing the

American aborigines are not nothing, The infected in the immigrant hospital are not

nothing the murderer or mean person is not

nothing, The perpetual successions of shallow people are not

nothing as they go, The lowest prostitute is not nothing the mocker of

religion is not nothing as he goes.

si. I shall go with the rest we have satisfaction,

I have dreamed that we are not to be changed so

much, nor the law of us changed, I have dreamed that heroes and good-doers shall

be under the present and past law, And that murderers, drunkards, liars, shall be under

the present and past law, For I have dreamed that the law they are under now

is enough.

32. And I have dreamed that the satisfaction is not so much changed, and that there is no life with out satisfaction ;

What is the earth ? what are body and Soul, without satisfaction ?

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33. I shall go with the rest,

We cannot be stopped at a given point that is no

satisfaction, To show us a good thing, or a few good things, for a

space of time that is no satisfaction, We must have the indestructible breed of the best,

regardless of time.

34. If otherwise, all these things came but to ashes of

dung, If maggots and rats ended us, then alarm ! for we are

betrayed ! Then indeed suspicion of death.

35. Do you suspect death ? If I were to suspect death, I

should die now,

Do you think I could walk pleasantly and well-suited toward annihilation ?

36. Pleasantly and well-suited I walk,

Whither I walk I cannot define, but I know it is good, The whole universe indicates that it is good, The past and the present indicate that it is good.

37. How beautiful and perfect are the animals ! How

perfect is my Soul ! How perfect the earth, and the minutest thing upon

it! What is called good is perfect, and what is called bad

is just as perfect, The vegetables and minerals are all perfect, and the

imponderable fluids are perfect ; Slowly and surely they have passed on to this, and

slowly and surely they yet pass on.

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SB. My Soul ! if I realize you, I have satisfaction,

Animals and vegetables ! if I realize you, I have sat isfaction,

Laws of the earth and air ! if I realize you, I have satisfaction.

39. I cannot define my satisfaction, yet it is so, I cannot define my life, yet it is so.

40. 0 it comes to me now !

I swear I think now that everything without excep tion has an eternal Soul !

The trees have, rooted in the ground ! the weeds of the sea have ! the animals !

11. I swear I think there is nothing but immortality ! That the exquisite scheme is for it, and the nebulous

float is for it, and the cohering is for it ! And all preparation is for it ! and identity is for it !

and life and death are altogether for it!

X

TO MY SOUL.

1. As nearing departure,

As the time draws nigh, glooming from you, A cloud a dread beyond, of I know not what, dark ens me.

2. I shall go forth,

I shall traverse The States but I cannot tell whither

or how long ; Perhaps soon, some day or night while I am singing,

my voice will suddenly cease.

3. 0 Soul !

Then all may arrive to but this ; The glances of my eyes, that swept the daylight, The unspeakable love I interchanged with women, My joys in the open air my walks through the Man-

nahatta, The continual good will I have met the curious

attachment of young men to me, My reflections alone the absorption into me from

the landscape, stars, animals, thunder, rain,

and snow, in my wanderings alone, The words of my mouth, rude, ignorant, arrogant

my many faults and derelictions,

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The light touches, on my lips, of the lips of my com rades, at parting, The tracks which I leave, upon the side-walks and

fields,

May but arrive at this beginning of me, This beginning of me and yet it is enough, 0 Soul, 0 Soul, we have positively appeared that is enough.

So long!

1. To conclude I announce what comes after me, The thought must be promulged, that all I know at

any time suffices for that time only not subse- quent time ;

I announce greater offspring, orators, days, and then depart.

2. I remember I said to myself at the winter-close, before

my leaves sprang at all, that I would become a candid and unloosed summer-poet, I said I would raise my voice jocund and strong, with reference to consummations.

3. When America does what was promised, When each part is peopled with free people,

When there is no city on earth to lead my city, the city of young men, the Mannahatta city But when the Mannahatta leads all the cities of the earth,

When there are plentiful athletic bards, inland and seaboard,

When through These States walk a hundred millions of superb persons,

When the rest part away for superb persons, and con tribute to them,

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When fathers, firm, unconstrained, open-eyed When breeds of the most perfect mothers denote America,

Then to me ripeness and conclusion.

4. Yet not me, after all let none be content with me, I myself seek a man better than I am, or a woman

better than I am,

I invite defiance, and to make myself superseded, All I have done, I would cheerfully give to be trod under foot, if it might only be the soil of supe rior poems.

5. I have established nothing for good, .

I have but established these things, till things farther onward shall be prepared to be established,

And I am myself the preparer of things farther onward.

e. I have pressed through in my own right,

I have offered my style to every one I have jour neyed with confident step, While my pleasure is yet at the full, I whisper

So long,

And take the young woman's hand, and the young man's hand, for the last time.

7. Once more I enforce you to give play to yourself and not depend on me, or on any one but yourself,

Once more I proclaim the whole of America for each individual, without exception.

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s. As I have announced the true theory of the youth,

manhood, womanhood, of The States, I adhere

to it; As I have announced myself on immortality, the body,

procreation, hauteur, prudence, As I joined the stern crowd that still confronts the

President with menacing weapons I adhere

to all, As I have announced each age for itself, this moment

I set the example.

9. I demand the choicest edifices to destroy them ;

Room ! room ! for new far-planning draughtsmen and

engineers ! Clear that rubbish from the building-spots and the

paths !

10. So long !

I announce natural persons to arise, I announce justice triumphant, I announce uncompromising liberty and equality, I announce the justification of candor, and the justi fication of pride.

11. I announce that the identity of These States is a

single identity only,

I announce the Union more and more compact, I announce splendors and majesties to make all the

previous politics of the earth insignificant.

12. I announce adhesiveness I say it shall be limitless,

unloosened,

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I say you shall yet find the friend you was look ing for.

13. So long !

I announce a man or woman coming perhaps you

are the one, t announce a great individual, fluid as Nature, chaste,

affectionate, compassionate, fully armed.

14, So long !

I announce a life that shall be copious, vehement,

spiritual, bold, Ajid I announce an old age that shall lightly and

joyfully meet its translation.

is 0 thicker and faster !

0 crowding too close upon me !

1 foresee too much it means more than I thought, Lt appears to me I am dying.

iG Nfow throat, sound your last !

Salute me salute the future once more. Peal the old cry once more.

17 Screaming electric, the atmosphere using,

At random glancing, each as I notice absorbing, Swiftly on, but a little while alighting, Curious enveloped messages delivering, Sparkles hot, seed ethereal, down in the dirt dropping, Myself unknowing, my commission obeying, to ques tion it never daring, To ages, and ages yet, the growth of the seed leaving,

LEAVES OF GRASS.

To troops out of me rising they the tasks I have set

promulging, To women certain whispers of myself bequeathing

their affection me more clearly explaining, To young men my problems offering no dallier I

I the muscle of their brains trying, So I pass a little time vocal, visible, contrary, Afterward, a melodious echo, passionately bent for

death making me undying,

The best of me then when no longer visible for ' toward that I have been incessantly preparing.

is. What is there more, that I lag and pause, and crouch

extended with unshut mouth ? Is there a single final farewell ?

19. My songs cease I abandon them,

From behind the screen where I hid, I advance per sonally.

20. This is no book,

Who touches this, touches a man, (Is it night ? Are we here alone ?) It is I you hold, and who holds you, I spring from the pages into your arms decease calls me forth.

21. 0 how your fingers drowse me !

Your breath falls around me like dew your pulse

lulls the tympans of my ears, I feel immerged from head to foot, Delicious enough.

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22. Enough, 0 deed impromptu and secret !

Enough, 0 gliding present ! Enough, 0 summed-up past!

23. Dear friend, whoever you are, here, take this kiss, I give it especially to you Do not forget me,

I feel like one who has done his work I progress on, The unknown sphere, more real than I dreamed,

more direct, darts awakening rays about me

So long ! Remember my words I love you I depart from

materials, I am as one disembodied, triumphant, dead.

BACK COUNTRY POEMS. By Sam Walter Foss. Illustrated by Bridgman. Boston : | Lee & Shepard. Price, $1 50. These 122 poems are full of life and various in style, from the polished stanzas of "A Carven Name" to the quaint pa thetic dialect of the "Volunteer Organist ;" from the rollicking humor of "The Calf on the Lawn" to the grave recognition of "Columbus." But every one of them is genuine and characteristic, like this one on "Walt Whitman :"

Gone has the savor from the salt

With Walt. <S*

An untrained stallion, strong and sure, v* He galloped through our literature ; No critic trainer had the grit To tame htm to the bridle bit, No rein his headlong speed could halt, V Unharnessed Walt!

A man of many a flaw and fault

Was Walt.

He never tried to train his thought To blossom in a flower pot ; With careless hand he flung his seeds, And some grew roses, some grew weeds, And some ricb flowers of purple blood Sprang from the mud.

O'er custom's fence with easy vault

Leaped Walt.

The pedant's gown he would not don, Nor hold his pen with handcuffs on. His rhythm, like a fetterless sea, Broke in mad music and debris Against the boulders of his age With giant rage.

We shall not find 'neath heaven's vault

Another Walt. '<4

He gave a gift beyond all pelf, t"

Man's greatest gift— he gave himself. Then bear, with dead hands on his breast, This shaggy old man to his rest. A strong, audacious soul has fed, Now Walt is dead.

H. B. B.

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