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Let the prison-keepers be put in prison! Let those that were prisoners take the keys! (Say!
Let books take the place of trees, animals, rivers, clouds!
see these sights on the earth; I see the workings of battle, pestilence, tyranny—I see martyrs and prisoners
Books, friendships, philosophers, priests, action, pleasure, pride, beat up and down, seeking to give
O book, O chants! must all then amount to but this? Must we barely arrive at this beginning of us?
Camerado, this is no book, Who touches this touches a man, (Is it night?
I answer'd, I too haughty Shade also sing war, and a longer and greater one than any, Waged in my book
Then falter not O book, fulfil fulfill your destiny, You not a reminiscence of the land alone, You too
Bear forth to them folded my love, (dear mariners, for you I fold it here in every leaf;) Speed on my book
soldiers not for itself alone, Far, far more stood silently waiting behind, now to advance in this book
of causes, (With vast results to come for thrice a thousand years,) These recitatives for thee,—my book
Merged in its spirit I and mine, as the contest hinged on thee, As a wheel on its axis turns, this book
When I Read the Book. WHEN I READ THE BOOK.
WHEN I read the book, the biography famous, And is this then (said I) what the author calls a man's life
lacking on all your well-fill'd shelves, yet needed most, I bring, Forth from the war emerging, a book
I have made, The words of my book nothing, the drift of it every thing, A book separate, not link'd
how unfaltering, how affectionate and faithful they were, Then I am pensive—I hastily put down the book
library, Nor reminiscence of any deed of courage, for America, Nor literary success, nor intellect—nor book
for the book-shelf; Only a few carols, vibrating through the air, I leave, For comrades and lovers.
As I flit through you hastily, soon to fall and be gone, what is this book, What am I myself but one
O book and chant! must all then amount to but this? Must we barely arrive at this beginning of me?
This is no book, Who touches this, touches a man, (Is it night? Are we here alone?)
Books, friendships, philosophers, priests, action, pleasure, pride, beat up and down seeking to give
To look strife, torture, prison, popular odium, face to face!
What are your theology, tuition, society, traditions, statute-books, now?
The shape of the prisoner's place in the court-room, and of him or her seated in the place, The shape
not what is printed, preach'd, discussed, it eludes discussion and print, 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
descends and goes instead of the carver that carved the supporting desk, When I can touch the body of books
All the hapless silent lovers, All the prisoners in the prisons, all the righteous and the wicked, All
a loud alarm and frequent advance and retreat, The infidel triumphs, or supposes he triumphs, The prison
me; Of their languages, governments, marriage, literature, products, games, wars, manners, crimes, prisons
The Singer in the Prison. THE SINGER IN THE PRISON. 1 O sight of pity, shame and dole!
RANG the refrain along the hall, the prison, Rose to the roof, the vaults of heaven above, Pouring in
seated, sear-faced murderers, wily counter- feiters counterfeiters , Gather'd to Sunday church in prison
While upon all, convicts and armed keepers ere they stirr'd, (Convict forgetting prison, keeper his loaded
Resumed, the large calm lady walks the narrow aisle, The wailing melody again, the singer in the prison
In one, along a suite of noble rooms, 'Mid plenteous books and journals, paintings on the walls, fine
YOU felons on trial in courts, You convicts in prison-cells, you sentenced assassins chain'd and handcuff'd
with iron, Who am I too that I am not on trial or in prison?
how uneasy they are when he moves away from them; Now I marvel what it can be he appears to them, (books
fleet, His voyage behold, his return, his great fame, His misfortunes, calumniators, behold him a prisoner
Have we not darken'd and dazed ourselves with books long enough?
The blind sleep, and the deaf and dumb sleep, The prisoner sleeps well in the prison, the runaway son
slave is one with the master's call, and the master salutes the slave, The felon steps forth from the prison
idiot or insane person appear on each of the stands; Let judges and criminals be transposed—let the prison-keepers
be put in prison—let those that were prisoners take the keys; Let them that distrust birth and death
Great are commerce, newspapers, books, free-trade, railroads, steamers, international mails, tele- graphs
Books, friendships, philosophers, priests, action, pleas- ure pleasure , pride, beat up and down, seeking
or man that has been in prison, or is likely to be in prison?
You felons on trials in courts, You convicts in prison cells—you sentenced assas- sins assassins , chained
and handcuffed with iron, Who am I, that I am not on trial, or in prison?
see these sights on the earth, I see the workings of battle, pestilence, tyranny—I see martyrs and prisoners
SO far, and so far, and on toward the end, Singing what is sung in this book, from the irresisti- ble
irresistible impulses of me; But whether I continue beyond this book, to ma- turity maturity , Whether
LIFT me close to your face till I whisper, What you are holding is in reality no book, nor part of a
book, It is a man, flushed and full-blooded—it is I—So long!
neck, the hands folded across the breast. 22 I see the menials of the earth, laboring, I see the prisoners
in the prisons, I see the defective human bodies of the earth, I see the blind, the deaf and dumb, idiots
To look strife, torture, prison, popular odium, death, face to face! To mount the scaffold!
drawn by its breath as if I were no more than a helpless vapor—all falls aside but myself and it, Books
Let the paper remain on the desk unwritten, and the book on the shelf unopened!
For it is not for what I have put into it that I have written this book, Nor is it by reading it you
Who are you that wanted only a book to join you in your nonsense?
In you whoe'er you are my book perusing, In I myself, in all the world, these currents flowing, All,
alarm and fre- quent frequent advance and retreat, The infidel triumphs—or supposes he triumphs, The prison
, throwing the reins abruptly down on the horses' backs, The salesman leaving the store, the boss, book-keeper
book-words! what are you?
drops, Candid, from me falling—drip, bleeding drops, From wounds made to free you whence you were prisoned
how unfaltering, how affectionate and faithful they were, Then I am pensive—I hastily put down the book
library, Nor reminiscence of any deed of courage, for America, Nor literary success, nor intellect—nor book
for the book-shelf; Only these carols, vibrating through the air, I leave, For comrades and lovers.
literature, products, games, juris- prudence jurisprudence , wars, manners, amativeness, crimes, prisons
In it physique, intellect, faith—in it just as much as to manage an army or a city, or to write a book
The blind sleep, and the deaf and dumb sleep, The prisoner sleeps well in the prison—the run- away runaway
slave is one with the master's call, and the master salutes the slave, The felon steps forth from the prison—the