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His love of New York City has more in common with Gavroche's love for Paris than with that of Victor

The fact that the "songs" in Drum-Taps were written under such circumstances ought to have rebutted in

of the news from Sumter upon New York is thus described:— "The Lady of this teeming and turbulent city

"Over the breast of the spring, the land, amid cities; Amid the grass in the fields each side of the

both a place and the name of the Democratic Party political machine that often controlled New York City

both a place and the name of the Democratic Party political machine that often controlled New York City

a military outpost near Charleston, South Carolina, was the location of the first battle of the American

These manuscript pages were likely revised prior to the poem's first publication.

suggest that this particular draft was written sometime between 1867 and 1871 (the numbered sections were

This long essay was originally organized as a series of three shorter pieces, The first two of which were

However, the thoughts it contains were echoed in an article that appeared in the St.

1Undated, on the American IdiomUntitled and Unidentifiedloc.05620xxx.01135Go into the subjectBetween

sheet of paper (loc.05224), and on the verso is an outline for the three essays, only two of which were

the volume consisted of four separately paginated books stitched together (an edited version of the 1860

read some amusing pieces to them for three quarters of an hour, for a change—& sat down by those who were

herself; Of Equality—As if it harm'd me, giving others the same chances and rights as myself—As if it were

OF what I write from myself—As if that were not the resumé; 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.

all—None refuse, all attend; Armies, ships, antiquities, the dead, libraries, paintings, machines, cities

The stars themselves, some shaped, others unshaped, Wonders as of those countries—the soil, trees, cities

I see the results glorious and inevitable—and they again leading to other results;) How the great cities

women there—of happiness in those high plateaus, ranging three thousand miles, warm and cold; Of cities

where I was born, Well-begotten, and rais'd by a perfect mother; After roaming many lands—lover of populous

pave- ments pavements ; Dweller in Mannahatta, city of ships, my city—or on southern savannas; Or a

put in my poems, that with you is heroism, upon land and sea—And I will report all heroism from an American

ideal of manly love, indicating it in me; I will therefore let flame from me the burning fires that were

the Kanzas, count- less countless herds of buffalo, feeding on short curly grass; See, in my poems, cities

shall listen to all sides, and filter them from your- self your-self . 3 I have heard what the talkers were

Trippers and askers surround me; People I meet—the effect upon me of my early life, or the ward and city

All I mark as my own, you shall offset it with your own; Else it were time lost listening to me.

; The blocks and fallen architecture more than all the living cities of the globe.)

Were mankind murderous or jealous upon you, my brother, my sister?

FROM pent-up, aching rivers; From that of myself, without which I were nothing; From what I am determin'd

, entirely redeem'd her, the faithful one, even the prostitute, who detain'd me when I went to the city

And if the body were not the Soul, what is the Soul?

and pause, listen, and count. 3 I knew a man, a common farmer—the father of five sons; And in them were

the fathers of sons—and in them were the fathers of sons.

and visit him to see—he was wise also; He was six feet tall, he was over eighty years old—his sons were

I am drawn by its breath as if I were no more than a helpless vapor—all falls aside but myself and it

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.

We Two—how Long We Were Fool'd WE TWO—HOW LONG WE WERE FOOL'D. WE two—how long we were fool'd!

Once I Pass'd Through a Populous City ONCE I PASS'D THROUGH A POPULOUS CITY.

ONCE I pass'd through a populous city, imprinting my brain, for future use, with its shows, architec-

ture architecture , customs, and traditions; Yet now, of all that city, I remember only a woman I casually

met there, who detain'd me for love of me; Day by day and night by night we were together,—All else

original loins, perfectly sweet, I, chanter of Adamic songs, Through the new garden, the West, the great cities

For I think I have reason to be the proudest son alive—for I am the son of the brawny and tall-topt city

America, and along the shores of the great lakes, and all over the prairies; I will make inseparable cities

the sick, sick dread lest the one he lov'd might secretly be indifferent to him, Whose happiest days were

was not a happy night for me that fol- low follow'd ; And else, when I carous'd, or when my plans were

herself; Of Equality—As if it harm'd me, giving others the same chances and rights as myself—As if it were

OF what I write from myself—As if that were not the resumé; 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.

ages, that men and women like us grew up and travel'd their course, and pass'd on; What vast-built cities—what

and phrenology; What of liberty and slavery among them—what they thought of death and the soul; Who were

O I know that those men and women were not for nothing, any more than we are for nothing; I know that

Do their lives, cities, arts, rest only with us? Did they achieve nothing for good, for themselves?

earth, and of his or her body, understands by subtle analogies all other theories, The theory of a city

O the streets of cities! The flitting faces—the expressions, eyes, feet, cos- tumes costumes !

Let those that were prisoners take the keys! (Say! why might they not just as well be transposed?)

Let the Asiatic, the African, the European, the Ameri- can American , and the Australian, go armed against

Let there be wealthy and immense cities—but through any of them, not a single poet, savior, knower, lover

The City Dead-House THE CITY DEAD-HOUSE.

BY the City Dead-House, by the gate, As idly sauntering, wending my way from the clangor, I curious pause—for

NOW list to my morning's romanza; To the cities and farms I sing, as they spread in the sunshine before

, The best farms—others toiling and planting, and he unavoidably reaps, The noblest and costliest cities—others

things in their attitudes; He puts to-day out of himself, with plasticity and love; He places his own city

that men and women were flexible, real, alive! that every- thing everything was alive!

To think of all these wonders of city and country, and others taking great interest in them—and we taking

Do you enjoy yourself in the city? or engaged in business?

7 It is not to diffuse you that you were born of your mother and father—it is to identify you, It is

The threads that were spun are gathered, the weft crosses the warp, the pattern is systematic.

all—None refuse, all attend; Armies, ships, antiquities, the dead, libraries, paintings, machines, cities

my clothes were stolen while I was abed, Now I am thrust forth, where shall I run?

west, as they lie unclothed, The Asiatic and African are hand in hand—the Eu- ropean European and American

sight of products —they shall enjoy the sight of the beef, lumber, bread-stuffs, of Chicago, the great city

FIRST, O songs, for a prelude, Lightly strike on the stretch'd tympanum, pride and joy in my city, How

costumes of peace with indifferent hand; How your soft opera-music changed, and the drum and fife were

Forty years had I in my city seen soldiers parading; Forty years as a pageant—till unawares, the Lady

The blood of the city up—arm'd! arm'd!

Old matron of the city! this proud, friendly, turbulent city!

sea-bird, and look down as from a height; I do not deny the precious results of peace—I see pop- ulous populous

cities, with wealth incalculable; I see numberless farms—I see the farmers working in their fields or

spacious and haughty States, (nor any five, nor ten;) Nor market nor depot are we, nor money-bank in the city

sonorous voice ringing across the continent; Your masculine voice, O year, as rising amid the great cities

Green the midsummer verdure, and fresh blows the dal- lying dallying breeze, O'er proud and peaceful cities

not with terror; But suddenly, pouring about me here, on every side, And below there where the boys were

Twenty thousand were brought against us, A veteran force, furnish'd with good artillery.

close together, very compact, their flag flying in the middle; But O from the hills how the cannon were

day; But the night of that, mist lifting, rain ceasing, Silent as a ghost, while they thought they were

WHEN I heard the learn'd astronomer; When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me;

the earth and the sea never gave us; Not through the mighty woods we go, but through the mightier cities

What, to pavements and homesteads here—what were those storms of the mountains and sea?

And do you rise higher than ever yet, O days, O cities! Crash heavier, heavier yet, O storms!

prepared in the mountains, absorbs your im- mortal immortal strong nutriment; Long had I walk'd my cities

ground before me, Continually preceding my steps, turning upon me oft, ironically hissing low; —The cities

Over the traffic of cities—over the rumble of wheels in the streets: Are beds prepared for sleepers at

Smell you the buckwheat, where the bees were lately buzzing?)

Ah, now the single figure to me, Amid all teeming and wealthy Ohio, with all its cities and farms, Sickly

City of Ships CITY OF SHIPS. CITY of ships! (O the black ships! O the fierce ships!

City of the world!

city of hurried and glittering tides!

City of wharves and stores! city of tall façades of mar- ble marble and iron!

Proud and passionate city! mettlesome, mad, extrava- gant extravagant city! Spring up, O city!

incessantly asking, rising in cries from my heart, While yet incessantly asking, still I adhere to my city

; Day upon day, and year upon year, O city, walking your streets, Where you hold me enchain'd a certain

Were you looking to be held together by the lawyers? Or by an agreement on a paper? or by arms?

the scaffold;) I would sing in my copious song your census returns of The States, The tables of population

European kings removed; I see this day the People beginning their landmarks, (all others give way;) Never were

what life, what joy and pride, With all the perils, were yours!)