Leaves of Grass (1881-82)
A SONG FOR OCCUPATIONS.
|In the labor of engines and trades and the labor of fields I find
|And find the eternal meanings.
|Were all educations practical and ornamental well display'd out
of me, what would it amount to?
|Were I as the head teacher, charitable proprietor, wise statesman,
what would it amount to?
|Were I to you as the boss employing and paying you, would that
|The learn'd, virtuous, benevolent, and the usual terms,
|A man like me and never the usual terms.
|Neither a servant nor a master 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.
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|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
|If you remember your foolish and outlaw'd deeds, do you think
I cannot remember my own foolish and outlaw'd deeds?
|If you carouse at the table I carouse at the opposite side of the
|If you meet some stranger in the streets and love him or her, why
I often meet strangers in the street and love them.
|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?
|(Because you are greasy or pimpled, or were once drunk, or a
|Or that you are diseas'd, or rheumatic, or a prostitute,
|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?)
|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.
|Grown, half-grown and babe, of this country and every country, in-
doors and out-doors, one just as much as the other, I see,
|And all else behind or through them.
|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.
|Offspring of ignorant and poor, boys apprenticed to trades,
|Young fellows working on farms and old fellows working on farms,
|Sailor-men, merchant-men, coasters, immigrants,
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|All these I see, but nigher and farther the same I see,
|None shall escape me and none shall wish to escape me.
|I bring what you much need yet always have,
|Not money, amours, dress, eating, erudition, but as good,
|I send no agent or medium, offer no representative of value, but
offer the value itself.
|There is something that comes to one now and perpetually,
|It is not what is printed, preach'd, discussed, it eludes discussion
|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,
|It is hinted by nearest, commonest, readiest, it is ever provoked
|You may read in many languages, yet read nothing about it,
|You may read the President's message and read nothing about it
|Nothing in the reports from the State department or Treasury
department, or in the daily papers or weekly papers,
|Or in the census or revenue returns, prices current, or any
accounts of stock.
|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
|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
|The light and shade, the curious sense of body and identity, the
greed that with perfect complaisance devours all things,
|The endless pride and outstretching of man, unspeakable joys
|The wonder every one sees in every one else he sees, and the
wonders that fill each minute of time forever,
|What have you reckon'd them for, camerado?
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|Have you reckon'd them for your trade or farm-work? or for the
profits of your store?
|Or to achieve yourself a position? or to fill a gentleman's leisure,
or a lady's leisure?
|Have you reckon'd that 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
|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 agricul-
|Old institutions, these arts, libraries, legends, collections, and the
practice handed along in manufactures, will we rate them
|Will we rate our cash and business high? I have no objection,
|I rate them as high as the highest—then a child born of a
woman and man I rate beyond all rate.
|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,
|Then I am in love with You, and with all my fellows upon the
|We consider bibles and religions divine—I do not say they are
|I say they have all grown out of you, and may grow out of you
|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.
|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.
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|List close my scholars dear,
|Doctrines, politics and civilization exurge from you,
|Sculpture and monuments and any thing 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
|The most renown'd poems would be ashes, orations and plays
would be vacuums.
|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?)
|All music is what awakes from you when you are reminded by the
|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.
|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, with the mystic unseen soul?
|Strange and hard that paradox true I give,
|Objects gross and the unseen soul are one.
|House-building, measuring, sawing the boards,
|Blacksmithing, glass-blowing, nail-making, coopering, tin-roofing,
|Ship-joining, dock-building, fish-curing, flagging of sidewalks by
|The pump, the pile-driver, the great derrick, the coal-kiln and
|Coal-mines and all that is down there, the lamps in the darkness,
echoes, songs, what meditations, what vast native thoughts
looking through smutch'd faces,
|Iron-works, 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,
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|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 rail-
|Oil-works, silk-works, white-lead-works, the sugar-house, steam-
saws, the great mills and factories,
|Stone-cutting, shapely trimmings for façades or window or door-
lintels, the mallet, the tooth-chisel, the jib to protect the
|The calking-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 mould of the moulder, the working-knife of
the butcher, the ice-saw, and all the work with ice,
|The work and tools of the rigger, grappler, sail-maker, block-
|Goods of gutta-percha, papier-maché, colors, brushes, brush-
making, glazier's implements,
|The veneer and glue-pot, the confectioner's ornaments, 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 brewery, brewing, the malt, the vats, every thing that is done
by brewers, wine-makers, vinegar-makers,
|Leather-dressing, coach-making, boiler-making, rope-twisting, dis-
tilling, sign-painting, lime-burning, cotton-picking, electro-
plating, electrotyping, stereotyping,
|Stave-machines, planing-machines, reaping-machines, ploughing-
machines, thrashing-machines, steam wagons,
|The cart of the carman, the omnibus, the ponderous dray,
|Pyrotechny, letting off color'd fireworks at night, fancy figures and
|Beef on the butcher's stall, the slaughter-house of the butcher, the
butcher in his killing-clothes,
|The 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 winterwork 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,
|The men and the work of the men on ferries, railroads, coasters,
|The hourly routine of your own or any man's life, the shop, yard,
store, or factory,
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|These shows all near you by day and night—workman! whoever
you are, your daily life!
|In that and them the heft of the heaviest—in that and 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, re-
gardless of estimation,
|In them the development good—in them all themes, hints, possi-
|I do not affirm that 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 than these lead to.
|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
|In folks nearest to you finding 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 friend, brother,
nighest neighbor—woman in mother, sister, wife,
|The popular tastes and employments taking precedence in poems
|You workwomen and workmen of these States having your own
divine and strong life,
|And all else giving place to men and women like you.
|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 a university course convinces like a slumbering woman and
|When the minted gold in the vault smiles like the night-watchman's
|When warrantee deeds loafe in chairs opposite and are my friendly
|I intend to reach them my hand, and make as much of them as
I do of men and women like you.