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Leaves of Grass (1856)
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19—Poem of The Singers, and of The Words of Poems.
PERFECT sanity shows the master among
philosophs,
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Time, always without flaw, indicates itself in
parts,
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What always indicates the poet, is the crowd of
the pleasant company of singers, and their
words,
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The words of the singers are the hours or min-
utes of the light or dark—but the words of
the maker of poems are the complete light
and dark,
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The maker of poems settles justice, reality, im-
mortality,
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His insight and power encircle things and the
human race,
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He is the glory and extract, thus far, of things
and of the human race.
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The singers do not beget—only the poet be-
gets,
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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,
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Not every century, or every five centuries, has
contained such a day, for all its names.
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The singers of successive hours of centuries may
have ostensible names, but the name of each
of them is one of the singers,
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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, pas-
sion-singer, mystic-singer, weeping-singer,
fable-singer, item-singer, or something else.
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All this time, and at all times, wait the words of
poems;
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The greatness of sons is the exuding of the great-
ness of mothers and fathers,
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The words of poems are the tuft and final applause
of science.
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Divine instinct, breadth of vision, the law of
reason, health, rudeness of body, withdrawn-
ness, gaiety, sun-tan, air-sweetness—such
are the words of poems.
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The sailor and traveler underlie the maker of poems, |
The builder, geometer, mathematician, astronomer,
melodist, philosoph, chemist, anatomist,
spiritualist, language-searcher, geologist,
phrenologist, artist—all these underlie the
maker of poems.
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The words of poems give you more than poems, |
They give you to form for yourself poems,
religions, politics, war, peace, behaviour,
histories, essays, romances, and every thing
else,
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They balance ranks, colors, races, creeds, and the
sexes,
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They do not seek beauty, they are sought —
forever touching them, or close upon them,
follows beauty, longing, fain, love-sick;
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They are not the finish, but rather the outset, |
They bring none to his or her terminus, or to be
content 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,
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To launch off with absolute faith—to sweep
through the ceaseless rings, and never be
quiet again.
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