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I am your poet, because I am part of you; O days by-gone! Enthusiasts! Antecedents!

I swear I dare not shirk any part of myself, Not any part of America, good or bad, Not my body—not friendship

Riches, opinions, politics, institutions, to part obe- diently obediently from the path of one man or

Recall ages—One age is but a part—ages are but a part; Recall the angers, bickerings, delusions, superstitions

Have I forgotten any part? Come to me, whoever and whatever, till I give you recognition.

2 Come forward O my soul, and let the rest retire, Listen, lose not, it is toward thee they tend, Parting

impell'd, passing a certain line, still keeps on, So the present, utterly form'd, impell'd by the past.) 2

My hands, my limbs grow nerveless, My brain feels rack'd, bewilder'd, Let the old timbers part, I will

not part, I will cling fast to Thee, O God, though the waves buffet me, Thee, Thee at least I know.

thought my lover had gone, else darkness and he are one, I hear the heart-beat, I follow, I fade away. 2

the female that loves unrequited, the money-maker, The actor and actress, those through with their parts

, alive—that every thing was alive, To think that you and I did not see, feel, think, nor bear our part

, To think that we are now here and bear our part. 2 Not a day passes, not a minute or second without

appointed days that forgive not, I dispense from this side judgments inexorable without the least remorse. 2

the present only, But greater still from what is yet to come, Out of that formula for thee I sing. 2

the ceaseless ferry, faces and faces and faces, I see them and complain not, and am content with all. 2

thy notes, Now pouring, whirling like a tempest round me, Now low, subdued, now in the distance lost. 2

, Lone, sulky, through the time's thick murk looking in vain for light, for hope, From unsuspected parts

is of consequence, Not a move can a man or woman make, that affects him or her in a day, month, any part

of his mouth, or the shaping of his great hands, All that is well thought or said this day on any part

The world does not so exist, no parts palpable or impalpable so exist, No consummation exists without

What is prudence is indivisible, Declines to separate one part of life from every part, Divides not the

and the armed guards, who ceas'd their pacing, Making the hearer's pulses stop for ecstasy and awe. 2

thou walk'dst thy years in barter, 'mid the haunts of brokers, Nor heroism thine, nor war, nor glory. 2

launch and spin through space revolving sideling, from these to emanate, To you whoe'er you are—a look. 2

ranks, They debouch as they are wanted to march obediently through the mouth of that man or that woman. 2

spiritualism, and of the aesthetic or intellectual, Who having consider'd the body finds all its organs and parts

Your horizon rises, I see it parting away for more august dramas, I see not America only, not only Liberty's

advancing with irresistible power on the world's stage, (Have the old forces, the old wars, played their parts

all its horrors, serves, And how now or at any time each serves the exquisite transition of death. 2

accepting exulting in Death in its turn the same as life, The entrance of man to sing; To compact you, ye parted

what was promis'd, When through these States walk a hundred millions of superb persons, When the rest part

utmost, a little washed-up drift, A few sands and dead leaves to gather, Gather, and merge myself as part

, Death holds all parts together, Death has just as much purport as Life has, Do you enjoy what Life

does not counteract another part—he is the joiner—he sees how they join.

What is prudence, is indivisible, Declines to separate one part of life from every part, Divides not

Here I grew up—the studs and rafters are grown parts of me.

the past, By my side, or back of me, Eve following, Or in front, and I following her just the same. 2.

I dare not desert the likes of you in other men and women, nor the likes of the parts of you; I believe

and the marrow in the bones, 26 The exquisite realization of health, O I say now these are not the parts

, All the governments, judges, gods, followed persons of the earth, These are contained in sex, as parts

IN the new garden, in all the parts, In cities now, modern, I wander, Though the second or third result

have been, young men, To tell the secret of my nights and days, To celebrate the need of comrades. 2.

and the silent manner of me, with- out without charm; Yet comes one, a Manhattanese, and ever at parting

—No; But I record of two simple men I saw to-day, on the pier, in the midst of the crowd, parting the

part- ing parting of dear friends, The one to remain hung on the other's neck, and pas- sionately passionately

pert apparel, the deformed attitude, drunken- ness drunkenness , greed, premature death, all these I part

matter who they are, And when all life, and all the Souls of men and women are discharged from any part

of the earth, Then shall the instinct of liberty be discharged from that part of the earth, Then shall

vouchsafe to me what has yet been vouchsafed to none—Tell me the whole story, Tell me what you would

judge, or any juror, is equally criminal—and any reputable person is also—and the President is also. 2.

wend—they never stop, Successions of men, Americanos, a hundred millions, One generation playing its part

and passing on, And another generation playing its part and passing on in its turn, With faces turned

Let others ignore what they may, I make the poem of evil also—I commemorate that part also, I am myself

how superb and how divine is your body, or any part of it. Whoever you are!

2* Lands where the northwest Columbia winds, and where the southwest Colorado winds!

I believe in the flesh and the appetites, Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag

The sentries desert every other part of me, They have left me helpless to a red marauder, They all come

Parting, tracked by arriving—perpetual payment of perpetual loan, Rich showering rain, and recompense

I take part—I see and hear the whole, The cries, curses, roar—the plaudits for well-aimed shots, The

is but a part.

I am your poet, because I am part of you; O days by-gone! Enthusiasts! Antecedents!

west-bred face, To him the hereditary countenance bequeathed, both mother's and father's, His first parts

States, Congress convening every Twelfth Month, the mem- bers members duly coming up from the uttermost parts

I swear I dare not shirk any part of myself, Not any part of America, good or bad, Not my body—not friendship

Chants Democratic CHANTS DEMOCRATIC. 2. BROAD-AXE, shapely, naked, wan!

Riches, opinions, politics, institutions, to part obe- diently obediently from the path of one man or

column of wants in the one-cent paper, the news by telegraph, amusements, operas, shows, The business parts

all so dear to me—what you are, ( what- ever whatever it is,) I become a part of that, whatever it is

Mannahatta in itself, Singing the song of These, my ever united lands —my body no more inevitably united, part

to part, and made one identity, any more than my lands are inevitably united, and made ONE IDENTITY,

Recall ages—One age is but a part—ages are but a part; Recall the angers, bickerings, delusions, superstitions

and am all, and believe in all; I believe materialism is true, and spiritualism is true— I reject no part

Have I forgotten any part? Come to me, whoever and whatever, till I give you recognition.

life a share or more or less, None born but it is born, conceal'd or unconceal'd the seed is waiting. 2

pert apparel, the deform'd attitude, drunkenness, greed, pre- mature premature death, all these I part

sending itself ahead countless years to come. 2 O but it is not the years—it is I, it is You, We touch

and am all and believe in all, I believe materialism is true and spiritualism is true, I reject no part

(Have I forgotten any part? any thing in the past?

fish-shaped island, As I wended the shores I know, As I walk'd with that electric self seeking types. 2

utmost a little wash'd-up drift, A few sands and dead leaves to gather, Gather, and merge myself as part

the river pois'd, the twain yet one, a moment's lull, A motionless still balance in the air, then parting

flung out from the steeples of churches and from all the public buildings and stores, The tearful parting

, the mother kisses her son, the son kisses his mother, (Loth is the mother to part, yet not a word does

THE CENTENARIAN'S STORY.

Volunteer of 1861-2, (at Washington Park, Brooklyn, assisting the Centenarian.)

in myself—aye, long ago as it is, I took part in it, Walking then this hilltop, this same ground.

to me you bring, Lilac blooming perennial and drooping star in the west, And thought of him I love. 2

of him for the day or a certain part of the day, Or for many years or stretching cycles of years.

The early lilacs became part of this child, And grass and white and red morning-glories, and white and

The field-sprouts of Fourth-month and Fifth-month became part of him, Winter-grain sprouts and those

Perhaps every mite has once form'd part of a sick person—yet behold!

What is prudence is indivisible, Declines to separate one part of life from every part, Divides not the

appointed days that forgive not, I dispense from this side judgments inexorable without the least remorse. 2

the ceaseless ferry, faces and faces and faces, I see them and complain not, and am content with all. 2

thy notes, Now pouring, whirling like a tempest round me, Now low, subdued, now in the distance lost. 2

, Lone, sulky, through the time's thick murk looking in vain for light, for hope, From unsuspected parts

Cluster: Songs of Parting. (1881) SONGS OF PARTING. AS THE TIME DRAWS NIGH.

Your horizon rises, I see it parting away for more august dramas, I see not America only, not only Liberty's

advancing with irresistible power on the world's stage, (Have the old forces, the old wars, played their parts

all its horrors, serves, And how now or at any time each serves the exquisite transition of death. 2

what was promis'd, When through these States walk a hundred millions of superb persons, When the rest part

Put in thy chants said he, No more the puzzling hour nor day, nor segments, parts, put in, Put first

the hermit thrush from the swamp-cedars, Solitary, singing in the West, I strike up for a New World. 2

wend, they never stop, Successions of men, Americanos, a hundred millions, One generation playing its part

and passing on, Another generation playing its part and passing on in its turn, With faces turn'd sideways

let others ignore what they may, I make the poem of evil also, I commemorate that part also, I am myself

I will not make poems with reference to parts, But I will make poems, songs, thoughts, with reference

harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard, Nature without check with original energy. 2

overseer views them from his saddle, The bugle calls in the ball-room, the gentlemen run for their part

Parting track'd by arriving, perpetual payment of perpetual loan, Rich showering rain, and recompense

I take part, I see and hear the whole, The cries, curses, roar, the plaudits for well-aim'd shots, The

, any thing is but a part.

2 The love of the body of man or woman balks account, the body itself balks account, That of the male

I dare not desert the likes of you in other men and women, nor the likes of the parts of you, I believe

bones and the marrow in the bones, The exquisite realization of health; O I say these are not the parts

earth, All the governments, judges, gods, follow'd persons of the earth, These are contain'd in sex as parts

Now we have met, we have look'd, we are safe, Return in peace to the ocean my love, I too am part of