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Parts of the essay were used for Death of Thomas Carlyle published in Specimen Days in 1882 (later retained
the essay first published as The Poetry of the Future in the February 12, 1881, issue of the North American
the essay first published as The Poetry of the Future in the February 12, 1881, issue of the North American
The essay appeared in the February 1881 issue of The North American Review.
These corrections were made after the piece's initial publication, and reflect changes that Whitman made
1Undated, on the American idiomloc.05215xxx.00067?
about the book emphasized Whitman’s increasingly conservative stance, and many of the sexual passages were
edition, but the book eventually appeared in November without one.Initial sales of the Osgood edition were
strong, and reviews were almost universally positive.
about the book emphasized Whitman’s increasingly conservative stance, and many of the sexual passages were
edition, but the book eventually appeared in November without one.Initial sales of the Osgood edition were
strong, and reviews were almost universally positive.
about the book emphasized Whitman’s increasingly conservative stance, and many of the sexual passages were
edition, but the book eventually appeared in November without one.Initial sales of the Osgood edition were
strong, and reviews were almost universally positive.
about the book emphasized Whitman’s increasingly conservative stance, and many of the sexual passages were
edition, but the book eventually appeared in November without one.Initial sales of the Osgood edition were
strong, and reviews were almost universally positive.
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 after
We dwell a while in every city and town, We pass through Kanada Canada , the North-east, the vast valley
And if the body were not the soul, what is the soul?
A WOMAN waits for me, she contains all, nothing is lacking, Yet all were lacking if sex were lacking,
WE TWO, HOW LONG WE WERE FOOL'D.
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, architecture
for city and land for land.
CITY OF ORGIES.
CITY of orgies, walks and joys, City whom that I have lived and sung in your midst will one day make
Or the vaunted glory and growth of the great city spread around me?
if I could be with you and become your comrade; Be it as if I were with you.
the scaffold;) I would sing in my copious song your census returns of the States, The tables of population
that the old accounts, bibles, genealogies, are true, without exception, I assert that all past days were
what they must have been, And that they could no-how have been better than they were, And that to-day
barefoot, Down from the shower'd halo, Up from the mystic play of shadows twining and twisting as if they were
what joys were thine! ABOARD AT A SHIP'S HELM.
They live in brothers again ready to defy you, They were purified by death, they were taught and exalted
The stars themselves, some shaped, others unshaped, Wonders as of those countries, the soil, trees, cities
WHEN I heard the learn'd astronomer, When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
of the questions of these recurring, Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill'd with the
OF Equality—as if it harm'd me, giving others the same chances and rights as myself—as if it were not
CITY OF SHIPS. CITY of ships! (O the black ships! O the fierce ships!
City of the world!
City of wharves and stores—city of tall façades of marble and iron!
Proud and passionate city—mettlesome, mad, extravagant city!
(Washington City, 1865.)
wast not granted to sing thou would'st surely die.) 5 Over the breast of the spring, the land, amid cities
day and night with the great cloud darkening the land, With the pomp of the inloop'd flags with the cities
not what kept me from sleep,) As the night advanced, and I saw on the rim of the west how full you were
and there, With ranging hills on the banks, with many a line against the sky, and shadows, And the city
men, I saw them, I saw the debris and debris of all the slain soldiers of the war, But I saw they were
And the tidy and fresh-cheek'd girls, and the barefoot negro boy and girl, And all the changes of city
THE CITY DEAD-HOUSE.
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?
A NEWER garden of creation, no primal solitude, Dense, joyous, modern, populous millions, cities and
touching, including God, including Saviour and Satan, Ethereal, pervading all, (for without me what were
what were God?)
burial-places to find him, And I found that every place was a burial-place; The houses full of life were
streets, the shipping, the places of amusement, the Chicago, Boston, Philadelphia, the Mannahatta, were
now I am willing to disregard burial-places and dispense with them, And if the memorials of the dead were
I saw the rich ladies in full dress at the soiree, I heard what the singers were singing so long, Heard
I WAS asking for something specific and perfect for my city, Whereupon lo!
people—manners free and superb—open voices— hospitality—the most courageous and friendly young men, City
city of spires and masts! City nested in bays! my city! ALL IS TRUTH.
But I too announce solid things, Science, ships, politics, cities, factories, are not nothing, Like a
what life, what joy and pride, With all the perils were yours.)
How the great cities appear—how the Democratic masses, turbu- lent turbulent , wilful, as I love them
sloping down there where the fresh free giver the mother, the Mississippi flows, Of mighty inland cities
respond within their breasts, their brains, the sad reverberations,) The passionate toll and clang—city
to city, joining, sounding, passing, Those heart-beats of a Nation in the night.
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 after
We dwell a while in every city and town, We pass through Kanada Canada , the North-east, the vast valley
where I was born, Well-begotten, and rais'd by a perfect mother, After roaming many lands, lover of populous
pavements, Dweller in Mannahatta my city, or on southern savannas, Or a soldier camp'd or carrying my
poems that with you is hero- ism heroism upon land and sea, And I will report all heroism from an American
love, indi- cating indicating it in me, I will therefore let flame from me the burning fires that were
, the electric telegraph stretching across the continent, See, through Atlantica's depths pulses American
me, You shall listen to all sides and filter them from 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
And if the body were not the soul, what is the soul?
and visit him to see, he was wise also, He was six feet tall, he was over eighty years old, his sons were
from head to foot, It attracts with fierce undeniable attraction, I am drawn by its breath as if I were
only one man, this the father of those who shall be fathers in their turns, In him the start of populous
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.
original loins, perfectly sweet, I, chanter of Adamic songs, Through the new garden the West, the great cities
We Two, How Long We Were Fool'd. WE TWO, HOW LONG WE WERE FOOL'D.
WE two, how long we were fool'd, Now transmuted, we swiftly escape as Nature escapes, We are Nature,
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, architecture
What does it mean to American persons, progresses, cities?
A NEWER garden of creation, no primal solitude, Dense, joyous, modern, populous millions, cities and
city of spires and masts! City nested in bays! my city! ALL IS TRUTH.
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, architecture
, customs, 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 has long been forgotten by
America, and along the shores of the great lakes, and all over the prairies, I will make inseparable cities
attraction of friend to friend, Of the well-married husband and wife, of children and parents, Of city
for city and land for land.
the sick, sick dread lest the one he lov'd might secretly be indifferent to him, Whose happiest days were
capitol, still it was not a happy night for me that follow'd, And else when I carous'd, or when my plans were
slow drops, Candid from me falling, drip, bleeding drops, From wounds made to free you whence you were
City of Orgies. CITY OF ORGIES.
CITY of orgies, walks and joys, City whom that I have lived and sung in your midst will one day make
the crossing of the street or on the ship's deck give a kiss in return, We observe that salute of American
All is recall'd as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured, You grew up with me, were
Only I will establish in the Mannahatta and in every city of these States inland and seaboard, And in
Through youth and through middle and old age, how unfaltering, how affectionate and faithful they were
, menials, priests alarming, air breathing, water drinking, on the turf or the sea-beach dancing, Cities
and Oregon; Sojourning east a while longer, soon I travel toward you, to remain, to teach robust American
I DREAM'D in a dream I saw a city invincible to the attacks of the whole of the rest of the earth, I
dream'd 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
Or the vaunted glory and growth of the great city spread around me?
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 comrade; Be it as if I were with you.
what persons and cities are here? Who are the infants, some playing, some slumbering?
I see the cities of the earth and make myself at random a part of them, I am a real Parisian, I am a
Christiania or Stockholm, or in Siberian Irkutsk, or in some street in Iceland, I descend upon all those cities
What cities the light or warmth penetrates I penetrate those cities myself, All islands to which birds
You flagg'd walks of the cities! you strong curbs at the edges! You ferries!
I think heroic deeds were all conceiv'd in the open air, and all free poems also, I think I could stop
Whoever accepts me he or she shall be blessed and shall bless me. 6 Now if a thousand perfect men were
many distant countries, habituès of far-distant dwellings, Trusters of men and women, observers of cities
couple, and the fruits of orchards and flowers of gardens, To take to your use out of the compact cities
Look'd toward the lower bay to notice the vessels arriving, Saw their approach, saw aboard those that were
and yellow light over the tops of houses, and down into the clefts of streets. 4 These and all else were
to me the same as they are to you, I loved well those cities, 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 look'd
also, The best I had done seem'd to me blank and suspicious, My great thoughts as I supposed them, were