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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=534929" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Proadway Pageant</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">OVER the western sea, hither from Niphon come,<br> Courteous, the swart-cheek'd two-sworded envoys,<br> Leaning back in their open barouches, bare-headed, impassive,<br> Ride to-day through Manhattan.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Libertad!<br> I do not know whether others behold what I behold,<br> In the procession, along with the nobles of Asia, the errand-<br> bearers,<br> Bringing up the rear, hovering above, around, or in the ranks<br> marching;<br> But I will sing you a song of what I behold, Libertad.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> When million-footed Manhattan, unpent, descends to her pavements; 10<br> When the thunder-cracking guns arouse me with the proud roar I love;<br> When the round-mouth'd guns, out of the smoke and smell I love, spit<br> their salutes;<br> When the fire-flashing guns have fully alerted me--when heaven-clouds<br> canopy my city with a delicate thin haze;<br> When, gorgeous, the countless straight stems, the forests at the<br> wharves, thicken with colors;<br> When every ship, richly drest, carries her flag at the peak;<br> When pennants trail, and street-festoons hang from the windows;<br> When Broadway is entirely given up to foot-passengers and foot-<br> standers--when the mass is densest;<br> When the façades of the houses are alive with people--when eyes gaze,<br> riveted, tens of thousands at a time;<br> When the guests from the islands advance--when the pageant moves<br> forward, visible;<br> When the summons is made--when the answer that waited thousands of<br> years, answers;   20<br> I too, arising, answering, descend to the pavements, merge with the<br> crowd, and gaze with them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Superb-faced Manhattan!<br> Comrade Americanos!--to us, then, at last, the Orient comes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> To us, my city,<br> Where our tall-topt marble and iron beauties range on opposite<br> sides--to walk in the space between,<br> To-day our Antipodes comes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The Originatress comes,<br> The nest of languages, the bequeather of poems, the race of eld,<br> Florid with blood, pensive, rapt with musings, hot with passion,<br> Sultry with perfume, with ample and flowing garments, 30<br> With sunburnt visage, with intense soul and glittering eyes,<br> The race of Brahma comes!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> See, my cantabile! these, and more, are flashing to us from the<br> procession;<br> As it moves, changing, a kaleidoscope divine it moves, changing,<br> before us.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> For not the envoys, nor the tann'd Japanee from his island only;<br> Lithe and silent, the Hindoo appears--the Asiatic continent itself<br> appears--the Past, the dead,<br> The murky night morning of wonder and fable, inscrutable,<br> The envelop'd mysteries, the old and unknown hive-bees,<br> The North--the sweltering South--eastern Assyria--the Hebrews--the<br> Ancient of Ancients,<br> Vast desolated cities--the gliding Present--all of these, and more,<br> are in the pageant-procession.  40</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Geography, the world, is in it;<br> The Great Sea, the brood of islands, Polynesia, the coast beyond;<br> The coast you, henceforth, are facing--you Libertad! from your<br> Western golden shores<br> The countries there, with their populations--the millions en-masse,<br> are curiously here;<br> The swarming market places--the temples, with idols ranged along the<br> sides, or at the end--bonze, brahmin, and lama;<br> The mandarin, farmer, merchant, mechanic, and fisherman;<br> The singing-girl and the dancing-girl--the ecstatic person--the<br> secluded Emperors,<br> Confucius himself--the great poets and heroes--the warriors, the<br> castes, all,<br> Trooping up, crowding from all directions--from the Altay mountains,<br> From Thibet--from the four winding and far-flowing rivers of<br> China,    50<br> From the Southern peninsulas, and the demi-continental islands--from<br> Malaysia;<br> These, and whatever belongs to them, palpable, show forth to me, and<br> are seiz'd by me,<br> And I am seiz'd by them, and friendlily held by them,<br> Till, as here, them all I chant, Libertad! for themselves and for<br> you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> For I too, raising my voice, join the ranks of this pageant;<br> I am the chanter--I chant aloud over the pageant;<br> I chant the world on my Western Sea;<br> I chant, copious, the islands beyond, thick as stars in the sky;<br> I chant the new empire, grander than any before--As in a vision it<br> comes to me;<br> I chant America, the Mistress--I chant a greater supremacy; 60<br> I chant, projected, a thousand blooming cities yet, in time, on those<br> groups of sea-islands;<br> I chant my sail-ships and steam-ships threading the archipelagoes;<br> I chant my stars and stripes fluttering in the wind;<br> I chant commerce opening, the sleep of ages having done its work--<br> races, reborn, refresh'd;<br> Lives, works, resumed--The object I know not--but the old, the<br> Asiatic, renew'd, as it must be,<br> Commencing from this day, surrounded by the world.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> And you, Libertad of the world!<br> You shall sit in the middle, well-pois'd, thousands of years;<br> As to-day, from one side, the nobles of Asia come to you;<br> As to-morrow, from the other side, the Queen of England sends her<br> eldest son to you.   70</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> The sign is reversing, the orb is enclosed,<br> The ring is circled, the journey is done;<br> The box-lid is but perceptibly open'd--nevertheless the perfume pours<br> copiously out of the whole box.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Young Libertad!<br> With the venerable Asia, the all-mother,<br> Be considerate with her, now and ever, hot Libertad--for you are all;<br> Bend your proud neck to the long-off mother, now sending messages<br> over the archipelagoes to you;<br> Bend your proud neck low for once, young Libertad.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Were the children straying westward so long? so wide the tramping?<br> Were the precedent dim ages debouching westward from Paradise so<br> long?    80<br> Were the centuries steadily footing it that way, all the while<br> unknown, for you, for reasons?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> They are justified--they are accomplish'd--they shall now be turn'd<br> the other way also, to travel toward you thence;<br> They shall now also march obediently eastward, for your sake,<br> Libertad.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Walt+Whitman">Walt Whitman</a><div class=q>
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 Courteous, the swart-cheek'd two-sworded envoys,
 Leaning back in their open barouches, bare-headed, impassive,
 Ride to-day through Manhattan.

 Libertad!
 I do not know whether others behold what I..."></div>
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