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To My Soul TO MY SOUL.
The States—but I cannot tell whither or how long; Perhaps soon, some day or night while I am singing, my
Then all may arrive to but this; The glances of my eyes, that swept the daylight, The unspeakable love
I interchanged with women, My joys in the open air—my walks through the Man- nahatta Manahatta , The
of my mouth, rude, ignorant, arrogant— my many faults and derelictions, 38* The light touches, on my
Softly I lay my right hand upon you—you just feel it, I do not argue—I bend my head close, and half-
Softly I lay my right hand upon you—you just feel it, I do not argue—I bend my head close, and half-
Softly I lay my right hand upon you, you just feel it, I do not argue, I bend my head close and half
Softly I lay my right hand upon you, you just feel it, I do not argue, I bend my head close and half
"Softly I lay my right hand upon you," he proclaims as he prepares the appointed one for a celestial
for something to repre- sent represent the new race, our self-poised Democracy, Therefore I send you my
for something to repre- sent represent the new race, our self-poised Democracy, Therefore I send you my
cheerfully accept, A little sustenance, a hut and garden, a little money— these, as I rendezvous with my
cheerfully accept, A little sustenance, a hut and garden, a little money— these, as I rendezvous with my
cheerfully accept, A little sustenance, a hut and garden, a little money —these as I rendezvous with my
cheerfully accept, A little sustenance, a hut and garden, a little money, as I rendez- vous rendezvous with my
cheerfully accept, A little sustenance, a hut and garden, a little money, as I rendez- vous rendezvous with my
sentences of "To Soar" were transcribed directly from a two-page, unpublished prose fragment entitled "My
Although the poem was unpublished in its entirety, the seventh line was used in the poem To My Soul,
daughters, sons, preluding, The love, the life of their bodies, meaning and being, Curious, here behold my
cycles, in their wide sweep, having brought me again, Amorous, mature—all beautiful to me—all wondrous; My
wondrous; Existing, I peer and penetrate still, Content with the present—content with the past, By my
daughters, sons, preluding, The love, the life of their bodies, meaning and being, Curious, here behold my
cycles, in their wide sweep, having brought me again, Amorous, mature—all beautiful to me—all wondrous; My
wondrous; Existing, I peer and penetrate still, Content with the present—content with the past, By my
daughters, sons, preluding, The love, the life of their bodies, meaning and being, Curious here behold my
cycles in their wide sweep having brought me again, Amorous, mature, all beautiful to me, all wondrous, My
wondrous, Existing I peer and penetrate still, Content with the present, content with the past, By my
daughters, sons, preluding, The love, the life of their bodies, meaning and being, Curious here behold my
cycles in their wide sweep having brought me again, Amorous, mature, all beautiful to me, all wondrous, My
wondrous, Existing I peer and penetrate still, Content with the present, content with the past, By my
trod, calling, I sing, for the last; (Not cities, nor man alone, nor war, nor the dead, But forth from my
vistas beyond—to the south and the north; To the leaven'd soil of the general western world, to attest my
Northern ice and rain, that began me, nourish me to the end; But the hot sun of the South is to ripen my
trod, calling, I sing, for the last; (Not cities, nor man alone, nor war, nor the dead, But forth from my
vistas beyond— to the south and the north; To the leaven'd soil of the general western world, to attest my
Northern ice and rain, that began me, nourish me to the end; But the hot sun of the South is to ripen my
TO the leaven'd soil they trod calling I sing for the last, (Forth from my tent emerging for good, loosing
vistas beyond, to the South and the North, To the leaven'd soil of the general Western world to attest my
Northern ice and rain that began me nourish me to the end, But the hot sun of the South is to fully ripen my
TO the leaven'd soil they trod calling I sing for the last, (Forth from my tent emerging for good, loosing
vistas beyond, to the South and the North, To the leaven'd soil of the general Western world to attest my
Northern ice and rain that began me nourish me to the end, But the hot sun of the South is to fully ripen my
Backward Glance O'er Travel'd Roads was drawn from three previously published pieces (A Backward Glance on My
Own Road [1884], How I Made a Book [1886], and My Book and I [1887]).
That sport'st amid the lightning-flash and thunder-cloud, In them, in thy experiences, had'st thou my
That sport'st amid the lightning-flash and thunder-cloud, In them, in thy experiences, had'st thou my
Nor for myself—my own rebellious self in thee? Down, down, proud gorge!
of the lines only to reintroduce them in Sands at Seventy (1888), under the title Small the Theme of My
Both One's-self I Sing and Small the Theme of My Chant appeared in the 1892 edition of Leaves of Grass
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
shame or the need of shame. 28* 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
cm; These lines appear to be very early ideas connected with the poem first published as Come, said my
which was published in Lippincott's Magazine as To the Sunset Breeze in December 1890, in Good-Bye My
Fancy (1891) and, as part of the Good-Bye my Fancy annex, in the so-called deathbed edition of Leaves
It later appeared in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891) and, as part of the Good-Bye my Fancy annex, in the so-called
Reprinted in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891).; Our transcription is based on a digital image of an original
AH, whispering, something again, unseen, Where late this heated day thou enterest at my window, door,
utterance to my heart beyond the rest—and this is of them,) So sweet thy primitive taste to breathe within—thy
soothing fingers on my face and hands, Thou, messenger-magical strange bringer to body and spirit of
, now gone—haply from endless store, God-sent, (For thou art spiritual, Godly, most of all known to my
published in Lippincott's Magazine in December of 1890 and included in the second annex, "Good-Bye my
characteristically, letting go of its material attributes: "For thou art spiritual, Godly, most of all known to my
is well known, as in line 7: "So sweet thy primitive taste to breathe within—thy soothing fingers on my
Retitled To the Pending Year, the poem appeared in Good-Bye My Fancy in 1891. To the year 1889
Retitled To the Pending Year, it was included in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891) and, as part of the Good-Bye
my Fancy annex, in the so-called deathbed edition of Leaves of Grass (1891–92).
Reprinted under the new title "To the Pending Year" in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891).; Our transcription is
Nor for myself—my own rebellious self in thee?
play of causes, (With vast results to come for thrice a thousand years,) These recitatives for thee,—my
play of causes, (With vast results to come for thrice a thousand years,) These recitatives for thee,—my
Revolutionary War but the necessity for union affirmed by the recently concluded American Civil War; "my
With yet unknown results to come, for thrice a thou- sand thousand years,) These recitatives for thee—my
mouth.—— I My eyes are bloodshot, they look down the river, A steamboat carries off paddles away my woman
beard, and reached till you held my feet."
Oh my free, proud, secure soul, where are you?"
'The moment my eyes fell on him I was content.'"
My only dread is lest my love should blind me, & my heart whisper "Tomorrow" when my reason says "Today
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!
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
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
I paint myriads of heads, but paint no head without its nim- bus nimbus of gold-color'd light, From my
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
I paint myriads of heads, but paint no head without its nim- bus nimbus of gold-color'd light, From my
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 blabbed
paint myriads of heads, but paint no head with- out without its nimbus of gold-colored light, From my