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BEHOLD this swarthy face, this unrefined face—these gray eyes, This beard—the white wool, unclipt upon my
neck, My brown hands, and the silent manner of me, with- out without charm; Yet comes one, a Manhattanese
leaves upon it, and twined around it a little moss, And brought it away—and I have placed it in sight in my
room; It is not needed to remind me as of my own dear friends, (For I believe lately I think of little
or a girl with me, I ate with you, and slept with you—your body has become not yours only, nor left my
body mine only, You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass—you take of my beard,
; And it seems to me if I could know those men, I should become attached to them, as I do to men in my
HERE the frailest leaves of me, and yet my strongest- lasting strongest-lasting : Here I shade down and
hide my thoughts—I do not expose them, And yet they expose me more than all my other poems.
What Think You I Take My Pen in Hand? WHAT THINK YOU I TAKE MY PEN IN HAND?
WHAT think you I take my pen in hand to record?
My Likeness! EARTH! MY LIKENESS! EARTH! my likeness!
Then separate, as disembodied, or another born, Ethereal, the last athletic reality, my consolation;
I ascend—I float in the regions of your love, O man, O sharer of my roving life.
no unreturn'd love—the pay is certain, one way or another; (I loved a certain person ardently, and my
That Shadow, My Likeness THAT SHADOW, MY LIKENESS.
THAT shadow, my likeness, that goes to and fro, seek- ing seeking a livelihood, chattering, chaffering
it where it flits; How often I question and doubt whether that is really me; But in these, and among my
lovers, and carolling my songs, O I never doubt whether that is really me.
I meant that you should discover me so, by my faint indirections; And I, when I meet you, mean to discover
you read these, I, that was visible, am become invisible; Now it is you, compact, visible, realizing my
1 O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman! Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds!
change of the light and shade, I see distant lands, as real and near to the inhabitants of them, as my
see Hermes, unsuspected, dying, well-beloved, saying to the people, Do not weep for me, This is not my
race; I see the results of the perseverance and industry of my race; I see ranks, colors, barbarisms
F2 I have run through what any river or strait of the globe has run through; I have taken my stand on
Let me have my own way; Let others promulge the laws—I will make no account of the laws; Let others praise
I call to the world to distrust the accounts of my friends, but listen to my enemies—as I myself do;
WHO learns my lesson complete?
as every one is immortal; I know it is wonderful—but my eye-sight is equally wonderful, and how I was
conceived in my mother's womb is equally wonderful; And pass'd from a babe, in the creeping trance of
And that my Soul embraces you this hour, and we affect each other without ever seeing each other, and
Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you, that you be my poem; I whisper with my lips close to your
O I have been dilatory and dumb; I should have made my way straight to you long ago; I should have blabb'd
paint myriads of heads, but paint no head with- out without its nimbus of gold-color'd light; From my
untrodden and mouldy—I see no longer any axe upon it; I see the mighty and friendly emblem of the power of my
I do not vaunt my love for you; I have what I have. The axe leaps!
WITH antecedents; With my fathers and mothers, and the accumulations of past ages; With all which, had
In the name of These States, and in your and my name, the Past, And in the name of These States, and
in your and my name, the Present time.
Thither every-day life, speech, utensils, politics, per- sons persons , estates; Thither we also, I with my
walks home late at night, or as I lay in my bed, they came upon me.
; That I was, I knew was of my body—and what I should be, I knew I should be of my body.
, My river and sun-set, and my scallop-edg'd waves of flood-tide, The sea-gulls oscillating their bodies
face, Which fuses me into you now, and pours my meaning into you.
loudly and musically call me by my nighest name! Live, old life!
my brother or my sister! Keep on!
What do my shouts amid lightnings and raging winds mean?)
Give me the drench of my passions! Give me life coarse and rank!
self myself from my companions?
songs in Sex, Offspring of my loins.
voice—approach, Touch me—touch the palm of your hand to my Body as I pass; Be not afraid of my Body.
SCENTED HERBAGE OF MY BREAST.
O blossoms of my blood!
WHAT THINK YOU I TAKE MY PEN IN HAND? WHAT think you I take my pen in hand to record?
MY LIKENESS! EARTH! my likeness!
THAT SHADOW, MY LIKENESS.
I exclude you; Not till the waters refuse to glisten for you, and the leaves to rustle for you, do my
My girl, I appoint with you an appointment—and I charge you that you make preparation to be worthy to
cheerfully accept, A little sustenance, a hut and garden, a little money— these, as I rendezvous with my
Loud I call to you, my love!
who I am, my love.
Hither, my love! Here I am! Here!
But my love no more, no more with me!
O what is my destination?
Features of my equals, would you trick me with your creas'd and cadaverous march?
I saw the face of the most smear'd and slobbering idiot they had at the asylum; And I knew for my consolation
what they knew not; I knew of the agents that emptied and broke my brother, The same wait to clear the
pickets, Come here, she blushingly cries—Come nigh to me, lim-ber-hipp'dlimber-hipp'd man, Stand at my
upon you, Fill me with albescent honey, bend down to me, Rub to me with your chafing beard, rub to my
Air, soil, water, fire—these are words; I myself am a word with them—my qualities inter- penetrate interpenetrate
with theirs—my name is nothing to them; Though it were told in the three thousand languages, what would
air, soil, water, fire, know of my name?
When I undertake to tell the best, I find I cannot, My tongue is ineffectual on its pivots, My breath
My South! O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse, and love! Good and evil! O all dear to me!
O dear to me my birth-things—All moving things, and the trees where I was born—the grains, plants, rivers
; Dear to me my own slow sluggish rivers where they flow, distant, over flats of silvery sands, or through
the Tombigbee, the Santee, the Coosa, and the Sabine; O pensive, far away wandering, I return with my
the graceful palmetto; I pass rude sea-headlands and enter Pamlico Sound through an inlet, and dart my
for something to repre- sent represent the new race, our self-poised Democracy, Therefore I send you my
You objects that call from diffusion my meanings and give them shape!
Why, when they leave me, do my pennants of joy sink flat and lank?
My call is the call of battle—I nourish active re- bellion rebellion ?
It is safe—I have tried it—my own feet have tried it well. Allons! Be not detain'd!
I give you my hand!
To Workingmen TO WORKINGMEN. 1 COME closer to me; Push close, my lovers, and take the best I possess;
Neither a servant nor a master am I; I take no sooner a large price than a small price—I will have my
become so for your sake; If you remember your foolish and outlaw'd deeds, do you think I cannot remember my
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
List close, my scholars dear!
O lips of my soul, already becoming powerless! O ample and grand Presidentiads! New history!
(I must not venture—the ground under my feet men- aces menaces me—it will not support me;) O present!
New Orleans, San Francisco, The departing ships, when the sailors heave at the capstan; Evening—me in my
room—the setting sun, The setting summer sun shining in my open window, showing the swarm of flies,
, futurity, In space, the sporades, the scattered islands, the stars —on the firm earth, the lands, my
less in myself than the whole of the Manna- hatta Mannahatta in itself, Singing the song of These, my
my lands are inevitably united, and made ONE IDENTITY; Nativities, climates, the grass of the great
I WAS asking for something specific and perfect for my city, Whereupon, lo!
there is in a name, a word, liquid, sane, unruly, musical, self-sufficient; I see that the word of my
my city! The city of such women, I am mad to be with them!
I walk'd the shores of my Eastern Sea, Heard over the waves the little voice, Saw the divine infant,
I maintain the be- queath bequeath'd cause, as for all lands, And I send these words to Paris with my
it harm'd me, giving others the same chances and rights as myself—As if it were not indispensable to my
AS I sit with others, at a great feast, suddenly, while the music is playing, To my mind, (whence it
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
MY spirit to yours, dear brother; Do not mind because many, sounding your name, do not understand you
I do not sound your name, but I understand you, (there are others also;) I specify you with joy, O my
divisions, jealousies, recriminations on every side, They close peremptorily upon us, to surround us, my
Softly I lay my right hand upon you—you just feel it, I do not argue—I bend my head close, and half-
that was not the end of those nations, or any person of them, any more than this shall be the end of my
And so will some one, when I am dead and gone, write my life?
(As if any man really knew aught of my life; As if you, O cunning Soul, did not keep your secret well
. 1 DESPAIRING cries float ceaselessly toward me, day and night, The sad voice of Death—the call of my
alarm'd, uncertain, The Sea I am quickly to sail, come tell me, Come tell me where I am speeding—tell me my
My children and grand-children—my white hair and beard, My largeness, calmness, majesty, out of the long
stretch of my life.
is my mind!
O the real life of my senses and flesh, transcending my senses and flesh; O my body, done with materials—my
O to have my life henceforth my poem of joys!
and let one line of my poems contra- dict contradict another!
Let him who is without my poems be assassinated!
BY the City Dead-House, by the gate, As idly sauntering, wending my way from the clangor, I curious pause—for
take one breath from my tremulous lips; Take one tear, dropt aside as I go, for thought of you, Dead
only out of the inimitable poem of the wo- man woman , can come the poems of man—(only thence have my
arrive, or pass'd on farther than those of the earth, I henceforth no more ignore them, than I ignore my
I am de- termin determin'd to press my way toward you; Sound your voice!