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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535005" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Give Me The Splendid, Silent Sun</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">GIVE me the splendid silent sun, with all his beams full-dazzling;<br> Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orchard;<br> Give me a field where the unmow'd grass grows;<br> Give me an arbor, give me the trellis'd grape;<br> Give me fresh corn and wheat--give me serene-moving animals, teaching<br> content;<br> Give me nights perfectly quiet, as on high plateaus west of the<br> Mississippi, and I looking up at the stars;<br> Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers, where I can<br> walk undisturb'd;<br> Give me for marriage a sweet-breath'd woman, of whom I should never<br> tire;<br> Give me a perfect child--give me, away, aside from the noise of the<br> world, a rural, domestic life;<br> Give me to warble spontaneous songs, reliev'd, recluse by myself, for<br> my own ears only;   10<br> Give me solitude--give me Nature--give me again, O Nature, your<br> primal sanities!<br> --These, demanding to have them, (tired with ceaseless excitement,<br> and rack'd by the war-strife;)<br> These to procure, incessantly asking, rising in cries from my heart,<br> While yet incessantly asking, still I adhere to my city;<br> Day upon day, and year upon year, O city, walking your streets,<br> Where you hold me enchain'd a certain time, refusing to give me up;<br> Yet giving to make me glutted, enrich'd of soul--you give me forever<br> faces;<br> (O I see what I sought to escape, confronting, reversing my cries;<br> I see my own soul trampling down what it ask'd for.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Keep your splendid, silent sun;   20<br> Keep your woods, O Nature, and the quiet places by the woods;<br> Keep your fields of clover and timothy, and your corn-fields and<br> orchards;<br> Keep the blossoming buckwheat fields, where the Ninth-month bees hum;<br> Give me faces and streets! give me these phantoms incessant and<br> endless along the trottoirs!<br> Give me interminable eyes! give me women! give me comrades and lovers<br> by the thousand!<br> Let me see new ones every day! let me hold new ones by the hand every<br> day!<br> Give me such shows! give me the streets of Manhattan!<br> Give me Broadway, with the soldiers marching--give me the sound of<br> the trumpets and drums!<br> (The soldiers in companies or regiments--some, starting away, flush'd<br> and reckless;<br> Some, their time up, returning, with thinn'd ranks--young, yet very<br> old, worn, marching, noticing nothing;)  30<br> --Give me the shores and the wharves heavy-fringed with the black<br> ships!<br> O such for me! O an intense life! O full to repletion, and varied!<br> The life of the theatre, bar-room, huge hotel, for me!<br> The saloon of the steamer! the crowded excursion for me! the torch-<br> light procession!<br> The dense brigade, bound for the war, with high piled military wagons<br> following;<br> People, endless, streaming, with strong voices, passions, pageants;<br> Manhattan streets, with their powerful throbs, with the beating<br> drums, as now;<br> The endless and noisy chorus, the rustle and clank of muskets, (even<br> the sight of the wounded;)<br> Manhattan crowds, with their turbulent musical chorus--with varied<br> chorus, and light of the sparkling eyes;<br> Manhattan faces and eyes forever for me.  40</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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