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by Walt Whitman


  to me.

  Fear grace, elegance, civilization, 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.

  -5-

  Ages, precedents, have long been accumulating undirected

  materials,

  America brings builders, and brings its own styles.

  The immortal poets of Asia and Europe have done their work and

  pass’d to other spheres,

  A work remains, the work of surpassing all they have done.

  America, curious toward foreign characters, stands by its own at

  all hazards,

  Stands removed, spacious, composite, sound, initiates the true use

  of precedents,

  Does not repel them or the past or what they have produced

  under their forms,

  Takes the lesson with calmness, perceives the corpse slowly borne

  from the house,

  Perceives that it waits a little while in the door, that it was fittest

  for its days,

  That its life has descended to the stalwart and well-shaped heir

  who approaches,

  And that he shall be fittest for his days.

  Any period one nation must lead,

  One land must be the promise and reliance of the future.

  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 broadcast doings of

  the day and night,

  Here is what moves in magnificent masses careless of particulars,

  Here are the roughs, beards, friendliness, combativeness, the soul

  loves,

  Here the flowing trains, here the crowds, equality, diversity, the

  soul loves.

  -6-

  Land of lands and bards to corroborate!

  Of them standing among them, one lifts to the light a west-bred

  face,

  To him the hereditary countenance bequeath’d 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 seminal muscle into its merits and demerits,

  Making its cities, beginnings, events, diversities, wars, vocal in

  him,

  Making its rivers, lakes, bays, embouchure in him,

  Mississippi with yearly freshets and changing chutes, Columbia,

  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 growths of pine, cedar,

  hemlock, live oak, locust, chestnut, hickory, cottonwood,

  orange, magnolia,

  Tangles as tangled in him as any canebrake or swamp,

  He likening sides and peaks of mountains, forests coated with

  northern transparent ice,

  Off him pasturage sweet and natural as savanna, upland, prairie,

  Through him flights, whirls, screams, answering those of the fish

  hawk, mocking-bird, night-heron, and 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, embryo stature and

  muscle,

  The haughty defiance of the Year One, war, peace, the formation

  of the Constitution,

  The separate States, the simple elastic scheme, the immigrants,

  The Union always swarming with blatherers and always sure and

  impregnable,

  The unsurvey’d interior, log-houses, clearings, wild animals,

  hunters, trappers,

  Surrounding the multiform agriculture, mines, temperature, the

  gestation of new States,

  Congress convening every Twelfth-month, the members 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,

  The picturesque looseness of their carriage, their fierceness when

  wrong’d,

  The fluency of their speech, their delight in music, their curiosity,

  good temper and open-handedness, the whole composite make,

  The prevailing ardor and enterprise, the large amativeness,

  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-hemm’d cities, railroad and steamboat lines intersecting all

  points,

  Factories, mercantile life, labor-saving machinery, the Northeast,

  Northwest, Southwest,

  Manhattan firemen, the Yankee swap, southern plantation life,

  Slavery—the murderous, treacherous conspiracy to raise it upon

  the ruins of all the rest,

  On and on to the grapple with it—Assassin! then your life or ours

  be the stake, and respite no more.

  -7-

  (Lo, high toward heaven, this day,

  Libertad, from the conqueress’ field return‘d,

  I mark the new aureola around your head,

  No more of soft astral, but dazzling and fierce,

  With war’s flames and the lambent lightnings playing,

  And your port immovable where you stand,

  With still the inextinguishable glance and the clinch’d and lifted

  fist,

  And your foot on the neck of the menacing one, the scorner

  utterly crush’d beneath you,

  The menacing arrogant one that strode and advanced with his

  senseless scorn, bearing the murderous knife,

  The wide-swelling one, the braggart that would yesterday do so

  much,

  To-day a carrion dead and damn’d, the despised of all the earth,

  An offal rank, to the dunghill maggots spurn’d.)

  -8-

  Others take finish, but the Republic is ever constructive and ever

  keeps vista,

  Others adorn the past, but you O days of the present, I adorn you,

  O days of the future I believe in you—I isolate myself for your sake,

  O America because you build for mankind I build for you,

  O well-beloved stone-cutters, I lead them who plan with decision

  and science,

  Lead the present with friendly hand toward the future.

  (Bravas to all impulses sending sane children to the next age!

  But damn that which spends itself with no thought of the stain,

  pains, dismay, feebleness, it is bequeathing.)

  -9-

  I listened to the Phantom by Ontario’s shore,

  I heard the voice arising demanding bards,

  By them all native a
nd grand, by them alone can these States be

  fused into the compact organism of a Nation.

  To hold men together by paper and seal or by compulsion is no

  account,

  That only holds men together which aggregates all in a living

  principle, as the hold of the limbs of the body or the fibres of

  plants.

  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.

  (Soul of love and tongue of fire!

  Eye to pierce the deepest deeps and sweep the world!

  Ah Mother, prolific and full in all besides, yet how long barren,

  barren?)

  -10-

  Of these States 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 proportion, neither

  more nor less,

  He is the arbiter of the diverse, he is the key,

  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, encouraging 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, (Nature accepts him

  absolutely,)

  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.

  For the great Idea, the idea of perfect and free individuals,

  For that, the bard walks in advance, leader of leaders,

  The attitude of him cheers up slaves and horrifies foreign despots.

  Without extinction is Liberty, without retrograde is Equality,

  They live in the feelings of young men and the best women,

  (Not for nothing have the indomitable heads of the earth been

  always ready to fall for Liberty.)

  -11-

  For the great Idea,

  That, O my brethren, that is the mission of poets.

  Songs of stern defiance ever ready,

  Songs of the rapid arming and the march,

  The flag of peace quick-folded, and instead the flag we know,

  Warlike flag of the great Idea.

  (Angry cloth I saw there leaping!

  I stand again in leaden rain your flapping folds saluting,

  I sing you over all, flying beckoning through the fight—O the

  hard-contested fight!

  The cannons ope their rosy-flashing muzzles—the hurtled balls

  scream,

  The battle-front forms amid the smoke—the volleys pour

  incessant from the line,

  Hark, the ringing word Charge!—now the tussle and the furious

  maddening yells,

  Now the corpses tumble curl’d upon the ground,

  Cold, cold in death, for precious life of you,

  Angry cloth I saw there leaping.)

  -12-

  Are you he who would assume a place to teach or be a poet here

  in the States?

  The place is august, the terms obdurate.

  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 question’d beforehand by me with many and

  stern questions.

  Who are you indeed who would talk or sing to America?

  Have you studied out the land, its idioms and men?

  Have you learn’d the physiology, phrenology, politics, geography,

  pride, freedom, friendship of the land? its substratums and

  objects?

  Have you consider’d the organic compact of the first day of the

  first year of Independence, sign’d by the Commissioners,

  ratified by the States, and read by Washington at the head

  of the army?

  Have you possess’d yourself of the Federal Constitution?

  Do you see who have left all feudal processes and poems behind

  them, and assumed the poems and processes of Democracy?

  Are you faithful to things? do you teach what the land and sea, the

  bodies of men, womanhood, amativeness, heroic angers,

  teach?

  Have you sped through fleeting customs, popularities?

  Can you hold your hand against all seductions, follies, whirls,

  fierce contentions? are you very strong? are you really of the

  whole People?

  Are you not of some coterie? some school or mere religion?

  Are you done with reviews and criticisms of life? animating now

  to life itself?

  Have you vivified yourself from the maternity of these States?

  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?

  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 not a mere tale? a rhyme? a prettiness?—is the good old

  cause in it?

  Has it not dangled long at the heels of the poets, politicians,

  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?

  Does it sound with trumpet-voice the proud victory of the Union

  in that secession war?

  Can your performance face the open fields and the seaside?

  Will it absorb into me as I absorb food, air, to appear again in my

  strength, gait, face?

  Have real employments contributed to it? original makers, not

  mere amanuenses?

  Does it meet modern discoveries, calibres, facts, face to face?

  What does it mean to American persons, progresses, cities?

  Chicago, Kanada, Arkansas?

  Does it see behind the apparent custodians the real custodians

  standing, menacing, silent, the mechanics, Manhattanese,

  Western men, Southerners, significant alike in their apathy,

  and in the promptness of their love?

  Does it see what finally befalls, and has always finally befallen,

  each temporizer, patcher, outsider, partialist, alarmist, infidel,

  who has ever ask’d any thing of America?

  What mocking and scornful negligence?

  The track strew’d with the dust of skeletons,

  By the roadside others disdainfully toss’d.

  -13-

  Rhyme
s and rhymers pass away, poems distill’d from poems pass

  away,

  The swarms of reflectors and the polite pass, and leave ashes,

  Admirers, importers, obedient persons, make but 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 in due time advance to meet them, there

  is no fear of mistake,

  (The proof of a poet shall be sternly deferr’d till his country

  absorbs him as affectionately as he has absorb’d it.)

  He masters whose spirit masters, he tastes sweetest who results

  sweetest in the long run,

  The blood of the brawn beloved of time is unconstraint;

  In the need of songs, philosophy, an appropriate native grand-

  opera, shipcraft, any craft,

  He or she is greatest who contributes the greatest original

  practical example.

  Already a nonchalant breed, silently emerging, appears on the

  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 perpetual

  emergencies here,

  Are your body, days, manners, superb? after death you shall be

  superb,

  Justice, health, self-esteem, clear the way with irresistible

  power;

  How dare you place any thing before a man?

  -14-

  Fall behind me States!

  A man before all—myself, typical, before all.

  Give me the pay I have served for,

  Give me to sing the songs of the great Idea, take all the rest,

  I have loved the earth, sun, animals, I have despised riches,

  I have given alms to every one that ask‘d, stood up for the stupid

  and crazy, devoted my income and labor to others,

  Hated tyrants, argued not concerning God, had patience and

  indulgence toward the people, taken off my hat to nothing

  known or unknown,

  Gone freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the

  young, and with the mothers of families,

  Read these leaves to myself in the open air, tried them by trees,

  stars, rivers,

 

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