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Neither a servant nor a master I, I take no sooner a large price than a small price, I will have my own
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, Doctrines, politics and civilization exurge from you, Sculpture and monuments
friendly companions, I intend to reach them my hand, and make as much of them as I do of men and women
section 1) But the earlier version begins on an intimate, even erotic note:Come closer to me,Push closer, my
O I cruise my old cruise again!
My children and grand-children, my white hair and beard, My largeness, calmness, majesty, out of the
long stretch of my life.
my senses and flesh, My body done with materials, my sight done with my material eyes, Proved to me
this day beyond cavil that it is not my material eyes which finally see, Nor my material body which finally
O I cruise my old cruise again!
My children and grand-children, my white hair and beard, My largeness, calmness, majesty, out of the
long stretch of my life.
my senses and flesh, My body done with materials, my sight done with my material eyes, Proved to me
this day beyond cavil that it is not my material eyes which finally see, Nor my material body which finally
My voice goes after what my eyes cannot reach, With the twirl of my tongue I encompass worlds and volumes
My ties and ballasts leave me, my elbows rest in sea-gaps, I skirt sierras, my palms cover continents
We closed with him, the yards entangled, the cannon touch'd, My captain lash'd fast with his own hands
Now I laugh content, for I hear the voice of my little captain, We have not struck, he composedly cries
My lovers suffocate me, Crowding my lips, thick in the pores of my skin, Jostling me through streets
My voice goes after what my eyes cannot reach, With the twirl of my tongue I encompass worlds and volumes
My ties and ballasts leave me, my elbows rest in sea-gaps, I skirt sierras, my palms cover continents
We closed with him, the yards entangled, the cannon touch'd, My captain lash'd fast with his own hands
Now I laugh content, for I hear the voice of my little captain, We have not struck, he composedly cries
My lovers suffocate me, Crowding my lips, thick in the pores of my skin, Jostling me through streets
argument of the earth," a fragmentary but certain knowledge: "that the spirit of God is the brother of my
own," "that all the men ever born are also my brothers, and the women my sisters and lovers," "that
trance-like state similar to that he entered in section 5: "Wrench'd and sweaty—calm and cool then my
SONG OF THE ANSWERER. 1 NOW list to my morning's romanza, I tell the signs of the Answerer, To the cities
And I stand before the young man face to face, and take his right hand in my left hand and his left hand
in my right hand, And I answer for his brother and for men, and I answer for him that answers for all
landscape, people, animals, The profound earth and its attributes and the unquiet ocean, (so tell I my
to the President at his levee, And he says Good-day my brother, to Cudge that hoes in the sugar-field
SONG OF THE ANSWERER. 1 NOW list to my morning's romanza, I tell the signs of the Answerer, To the cities
And I stand before the young man face to face, and take his right hand in my left hand and his left hand
in my right hand, And I answer for his brother and for men, and I answer for him that answers for all
landscape, people, animals, The profound earth and its attributes and the unquiet ocean, (so tell I my
to the President at his levee, And he says Good-day my brother, to Cudge that hoes in the sugar-field
became "Poem of the Poet" in the 1856 edition, "Leaves of Grass" number 3 in 1860, and "Now List to My
O my father, It is so broad, it covers the whole sky! FATHER.
now the halyards have rais'd it, Side of my banner broad and blue—side of my starry banner, Discarding
eastern shore, and my western shore the same; And all between those shores, and my ever-running Mississippi
, with bends and chutes; And my Illinois fields, and my Kansas fields, and my fields of Missouri; The
My limbs, my veins dilate; The blood of the world has fill'd me full—my theme is clear at last: —Banner
O my father, It is so broad, it covers the whole sky! FATHER.
now the halyards have rais'd it, Side of my banner broad and blue—side of my starry banner, Discarding
eastern shore, and my western shore the same; And all between those shores, and my ever running Mississippi
, with bends and chutes; And my Illinois fields, and my Kansas fields, and my fields of Missouri; The
My limbs, my veins dilate; The blood of the world has fill'd me full—my theme is clear at last : —Banner
Nothing my babe you see in the sky, And nothing at all to you it says—but look you my babe, Look at these
now the hal- yards halyards have rais'd it, Side of my banner broad and blue, side of my starry banner
Eastern shore, and my Western shore the same, And all between those shores, and my ever running Mississippi
with bends and chutes, And my Illinois fields, and my Kansas fields, and my fields of Missouri, The
My limbs, my veins dilate, my theme is clear at last, Banner so broad advancing out of the night, I sing
Nothing my babe you see in the sky, And nothing at all to you it says—but look you my babe, Look at these
now the hal- yards halyards have rais'd it, Side of my banner broad and blue, side of my starry banner
Eastern shore, and my Western shore the same, And all between those shores, and my ever running Mississippi
with bends and chutes, And my Illinois fields, and my Kansas fields, and my fields of Missouri, The
My limbs, my veins dilate, my theme is clear at last, Banner so broad advancing out of the night, I sing
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!
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!
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!
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!
My Soul and I: The Inner Life of Walt Whitman. Boston: Beacon, 1985.Gregory, Dorothy M-T.
Yes, if you will allow me to say so, I, my friends, if you do not, can plainly see her, The same undying
I say I see, my friends, if you do not, the illustrious emigré, (having it is true in her day, although
4 But hold—don't I forget my manners?
Hence from my shuddering sight to never more return that show of blacken'd, mutilated corpses!
And by the spells which ye vouchsafe to those your ministers in earnest, I here personify and call my
Yes, if you will allow me to say so, I, my friends, if you do not, can plainly see her, The same undying
I say I see, my friends, if you do not, the illustrious emigré, (having it is true in her day, although
4 But hold—don't I forget my manners?
Hence from my shuddering sight to never more return that show of blacken'd, mutilated corpses!
And by the spells which ye vouchsafe to those your ministers in earnest, I here personify and call my
You objects that call from diffusion my meanings, and give them shape!
Why are there men and women that while they are nigh me, the sun-light expands my blood!
Why, when they leave me, do my pennants of joy sink flat and lank?
It is safe—I have tried it—my own feet have tried it well. Allons! be not detain'd!
I give you my hand!
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!
You objects that call from diffusion my meanings and give them shape!
Why are there men and women that while they are nigh me the sunlight expands my blood?
Why when they leave me do my pennants of joy sink flat and lank?
It is safe—I have tried it—my own feet have tried it well—be not detain'd!
Camerado, I give you my hand!
You objects that call from diffusion my meanings and give them shape!
Why are there men and women that while they are nigh me the sunlight expands my blood?
Why when they leave me do my pennants of joy sink flat and lank?
It is safe—I have tried it—my own feet have tried it well—be not detain'd!
Camerado, I give you my hand!
I ordain myself loos'd of limits and imaginary lines . . . my own master total and absolute" (section
Farewell my brethren, Farewell O earth and sky, farewell ye neighboring waters, My time has ended, my
heard not, As the wood-spirits came from their haunts of a thousand years to join the refrain, But in my
many a summer sun, And the white snows and night and the wild winds; O the great patient rugged joys, my
Farewell my brethren, Farewell O earth and sky, farewell ye neighboring waters, My time has ended, my
heard not, As the wood-spirits came from their haunts of a thousand years to join the refrain, But in my
many a summer sun, And the white snows and night and the wild winds; O the great patient rugged joys, my
Air, soil, water, fire—those are words, I myself am a word with them—my qualities 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
Air, soil, water, fire—those are words, I myself am a word with them—my qualities 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
when he attempts to "tell the best," he finds that he cannot:My tongue is ineffectual on its pivots,My
included are: As the Time Draws Nigh, Ashes of Soldiers, Years of the Modern, Thoughts, Song at Sunset, My
Ye Painte Shoppe, 1833 Spruce Street Philadelphia My Dear Mr.
Whitman, My small colored boy is the bearer of a note to Mr.
My dear Mr.
188uva.00260xxx.00264The sores on my shouldersBetween 1850 and 1855poetryhandwritten1 leaf8 x 15 cm;
on the back of this leaf (uva.00565) relate to the manuscript poem Pictures.; uva.00565 The sores on my
11 He The sores on my neck shoulders are from his iron necklace I look on the off on the river with my
bloodshot eyes He stops the steamboat and till she will paddle off with away take my woman, and paddle
The sores on my shoulders
titled "The Sleepers": "How he laughs when I look down the bend after the steamboat that carries away my
impending death as but one of his soul's many incarnations and promotions: "I receive now again of my
many translations, from my avataras ascending, while others doubtless await me" ("So Long!").
especially profound or "real" form of experience which develops or "identifies" his soul: "O the joy of my
My soul vibrated back to me from them . . .
The real life of my senses and flesh transcending my senses and flesh" ("Song of Joys").This sense of
1904–1973), telluric and epic poet of America and of the people, declares, "I hold [Whitman] to be my
have communed together, Mine too such wild arrays, for reasons of their own; Was't charged against my
have communed together, Mine too such wild arrays, for reasons of their own; Was't charged against my
In Specimen Days Whitman summed up the impact of the West: "I have found the law of my own poems" (Specimen
Ere, departing, fade from my eyes your forests of bayo- nets bayonets ; Spirit of gloomiest fears and
steps keep time: —Spirit of hours I knew, all hectic red one day, but pale as death next day; Touch my
mouth, ere you depart—press my lips close!
Let them scorch and blister out of my chants, when you are gone; Let them identify you to the future,
Ere, departing, fade from my eyes your forests of bayonets; Spirit of gloomiest fears and doubts, (yet
steps keep time: —Spirit of hours I knew, all hectic red one day, but pale as death next day; Touch my
mouth, ere you depart—press my lips close!
Let them scorch and blister out of my chants, when you are gone; Let them identify you to the future
Ere departing fade from my eyes your forests of bayonets; Spirit of gloomiest fears and doubts, (yet
steps keep time; Spirit of hours I knew, all hectic red one day, but pale as death next day, Touch my
mouth ere you depart, press my lips close, Leave me your pulses of rage—bequeath them to me—fill me
with currents convulsive, Let them scorch and blister out of my chants when you are gone, Let them identify
Ere departing fade from my eyes your forests of bayonets; Spirit of gloomiest fears and doubts, (yet
steps keep time; Spirit of hours I knew, all hectic red one day, but pale as death next day, Touch my
mouth ere you depart, press my lips close, Leave me your pulses of rage—bequeath them to me—fill me
with currents convulsive, Let them scorch and blister out of my chants when you are gone, Let them identify
SPONTANEOUS me, Nature, The loving day, the mounting sun, the friend I am happy with, The arm of my friend
hanging idly over my shoulder, The hill-side whiten'd with blossoms of the mountain ash, The same, late
en- circling encircling fingers—the young man all color'd, red, ashamed, angry; The souse upon me of my
chastity of paternity, to match the great chastity of maternity, The oath of procreation I have sworn—my
greed that eats me day and night with hungry gnaw, till I saturate what shall produce boys to fill my
ME SPONTANEOUS me, Nature, The loving day, the mounting sun, the friend I am happy with, The arm of my
friend hanging idly over my shoulder, The hill-side whiten'd with blossoms of the mountain ash, The
press'd and glued together with love, Earth of chaste love—life that is only life after love, The body of my
and trembling encircling fingers—the young man all color'd, red, ashamed, angry; The souse upon me of my
greed that eats me day and night with hungry gnaw, till I saturate what shall produce boys to fill my
SPONTANEOUS me, Nature, The loving day, the mounting sun, the friend I am happy with, The arm of my friend
hanging idly over my shoulder, The hillside whiten'd with blossoms of the mountain ash, The same late
and glued together with love, Earth of chaste love, life that is only life after love, The body of my
trembling encircling fingers, the young man all color'd, red, ashamed, angry; The souse upon me of my
greed that eats me day and night with hungry gnaw, till I saturate what shall produce boys to fill my
SPONTANEOUS me, Nature, The loving day, the mounting sun, the friend I am happy with, The arm of my friend
hanging idly over my shoulder, The hillside whiten'd with blossoms of the mountain ash, The same late
and glued together with love, Earth of chaste love, life that is only life after love, The body of my
trembling encircling fingers, the young man all color'd, red, ashamed, angry; The souse upon me of my
greed that eats me day and night with hungry gnaw, till I saturate what shall produce boys to fill my
in contrast to the frustration of the preceding section: the speaker accepting the "souse upon me of my