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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=534946" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>As A Strong Bird On Pinious Free</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">AS a strong bird on pinions free,<br> Joyous, the amplest spaces heavenward cleaving,<br> Such be the thought I'd think to-day of thee, America,<br> Such be the recitative I'd bring to-day for thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The conceits of the poets of other lands I bring thee not,<br> Nor the compliments that have served their turn so long,<br> Nor rhyme--nor the classics--nor perfume of foreign court, or indoor<br> library;<br> But an odor I'd bring to-day as from forests of pine in the north, in<br> Maine--or breath of an Illinois prairie,<br> With open airs of Virginia, or Georgia, or Tennessee--or from Texas<br> uplands, or Florida's glades,<br> With presentment of Yellowstone's scenes, or Yosemite; 10<br> And murmuring under, pervading all, I'd bring the rustling sea-sound,<br> That endlessly sounds from the two great seas of the world.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And for thy subtler sense, subtler refrains, O Union!<br> Preludes of intellect tallying these and thee--mind-formulas fitted<br> for thee--real, and sane, and large as these and thee;<br> Thou, mounting higher, diving deeper than we knew--thou<br> transcendental Union!<br> By thee Fact to be justified--blended with Thought;<br> Thought of Man justified--blended with God:<br> Through thy Idea--lo! the immortal Reality!<br> Through thy Reality--lo! the immortal Idea!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Brain of the New World! what a task is thine!  20<br> To formulate the Modern.....Out of the peerless grandeur of the<br> modern,<br> Out of Thyself--comprising Science--to recast Poems, Churches, Art,<br> (Recast--may-be discard them, end them--May-be their work is done--<br> who knows?)<br> By vision, hand, conception, on the background of the mighty past,<br> the dead,<br> To limn, with absolute faith, the mighty living present.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> (And yet, thou living, present brain! heir of the dead, the Old World<br> brain!<br> Thou that lay folded, like an unborn babe, within its folds so long!<br> Thou carefully prepared by it so long!--haply thou but unfoldest it--<br> only maturest it;<br> It to eventuate in thee--the essence of the by-gone time contain'd in<br> thee;<br> Its poems, churches, arts, unwitting to themselves, destined with<br> reference to thee,   30<br> The fruit of all the Old, ripening to-day in thee.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Sail--sail thy best, ship of Democracy!<br> Of value is thy freight--'tis not the Present only,<br> The Past is also stored in thee!<br> Thou holdest not the venture of thyself alone--not of thy western<br> continent alone;<br> Earth's résumé entire floats on thy keel, O ship--is steadied by thy<br> spars;<br> With thee Time voyages in trust--the antecedent nations sink or swim<br> with thee;<br> With all their ancient struggles, martyrs, heroes, epics, wars, thou<br> bear'st the other continents;<br> Theirs, theirs as much as thine, the destination-port triumphant:<br> --Steer, steer with good strong hand and wary eye, O helmsman--thou<br> carryest great companions,   40<br> Venerable, priestly Asia sails this day with thee,<br> And royal, feudal Europe sails with thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Beautiful World of new, superber Birth, that rises to my eyes,<br> Like a limitless golden cloud, filling the western sky;<br> Emblem of general Maternity, lifted above all;<br> Sacred shape of the bearer of daughters and sons;<br> Out of thy teeming womb, thy giant babes in ceaseless procession<br> issuing,<br> Acceding from such gestation, taking and giving continual strength<br> and life;<br> World of the Real! world of the twain in one!<br> World of the Soul--born by the world of the real alone--led to<br> identity, body, by it alone;   50<br> Yet in beginning only--incalculable masses of composite, precious<br> materials,<br> By history's cycles forwarded--by every nation, language, hither<br> sent,<br> Ready, collected here--a freer, vast, electric World, to be<br> constructed here,<br> (The true New World--the world of orbic Science, Morals, Literatures<br> to come,)<br> Thou Wonder World, yet undefined, unform'd--neither do I define thee;<br> How can I pierce the impenetrable blank of the future?<br> I feel thy ominous greatness, evil as well as good;<br> I watch thee, advancing, absorbing the present, transcending the<br> past;<br> I see thy light lighting and thy shadow shadowing, as if the entire<br> globe;<br> But I do not undertake to define thee--hardly to comprehend thee; 60<br> I but thee name--thee prophecy--as now!<br> I merely thee ejaculate!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Thee in thy future;<br> Thee in thy only permanent life, career--thy own unloosen'd mind--thy<br> soaring spirit;<br> Thee as another equally needed sun, America--radiant, ablaze, swift-<br> moving, fructifying all;<br> Thee! risen in thy potent cheerfulness and joy--thy endless, great<br> hilarity!<br> (Scattering for good the cloud that hung so long--that weigh'd so<br> long upon the mind of man,<br> The doubt, suspicion, dread, of gradual, certain decadence of man;)<br> Thee in thy larger, saner breeds of Female, Male--thee in thy<br> athletes, moral, spiritual, South, North, West, East,<br> (To thy immortal breasts, Mother of All, thy every daughter, son,<br> endear'd alike, forever equal;)  70<br> Thee in thy own musicians, singers, artists, unborn yet, but certain;<br> Thee in thy moral wealth and civilization (until which thy proudest<br> material wealth and civilization must remain in vain;)<br> Thee in thy all-supplying, all-enclosing Worship--thee in no single<br> bible, saviour, merely,<br> Thy saviours countless, latent within thyself--thy bibles incessant,<br> within thyself, equal to any, divine as any;<br> Thee in an education grown of thee--in teachers, studies, students,<br> born of thee;<br> Thee in thy democratic fetes, en masse--thy high original festivals,<br> operas, lecturers, preachers;<br> Thee in thy ultimata, (the preparations only now completed--the<br> edifice on sure foundations tied,)<br> Thee in thy pinnacles, intellect, thought--thy topmost rational<br> joys--thy love, and godlike aspiration,<br> In thy resplendent coming literati--thy full-lung'd orators--thy<br> sacerdotal bards--kosmic savans,<br> These! these in thee, (certain to come,) to-day I prophecy. 80</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Land tolerating all--accepting all--not for the good alone--all good<br> for thee;<br> Land in the realms of God to be a realm unto thyself;<br> Under the rule of God to be a rule unto thyself.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> (Lo! where arise three peerless stars,<br> To be thy natal stars, my country--Ensemble--Evolution--Freedom,<br> Set in the sky of Law.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Land of unprecedented faith--God's faith!<br> Thy soil, thy very subsoil, all upheav'd;<br> The general inner earth, so long, so sedulously draped over, now and<br> hence for what it is, boldly laid bare,<br> Open'd by thee to heaven's light, for benefit or bale. 90</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Not for success alone;<br> Not to fair-sail unintermitted always;<br> The storm shall dash thy face--the murk of war, and worse than war,<br> shall cover thee all over;<br> (Wert capable of war--its tug and trials? Be capable of peace, its<br> trials;<br> For the tug and mortal strain of nations come at last in peace--not<br> war;)<br> In many a smiling mask death shall approach, beguiling thee--thou in<br> disease shalt swelter;<br> The livid cancer spread its hideous claws, clinging upon thy breasts,<br> seeking to strike thee deep within;<br> Consumption of the worst--moral consumption--shall rouge thy face<br> with hectic:<br> But thou shalt face thy fortunes, thy diseases, and surmount them<br> all,<br> Whatever they are to-day, and whatever through time they may be, 100<br> They each and all shall lift, and pass away, and cease from thee;<br> While thou, Time's spirals rounding--out of thyself, thyself still<br> extricating, fusing,<br> Equable, natural, mystical Union thou--(the mortal with immortal<br> blent,)<br> Shalt soar toward the fulfilment of the future--the spirit of the<br> body and the mind,<br> The Soul--its destinies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The Soul, its destinies--the real real,<br> (Purport of all these apparitions of the real;)<br> In thee, America, the Soul, its destinies;<br> Thou globe of globes! thou wonder nebulous!<br> By many a throe of heat and cold convuls'd--(by these thyself<br> solidifying;)   110<br> Thou mental, moral orb! thou New, indeed new, Spiritual World!<br> The Present holds thee not--for such vast growth as thine--for such<br> unparallel'd flight as thine,<br> The Future only holds thee, and can hold thee.</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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 Joyous, the amplest spaces heavenward cleaving,
 Such be the thought I'd think to-day of thee, America,
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