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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535119" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sea-Shore Memories</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">OUT of the cradle endlessly rocking,<br> Out of the mocking-bird's throat, the musical shuttle,<br> Out of the Ninth-month midnight,<br> Over the sterile sands, and the fields beyond, where the child,<br> leaving his bed, wander'd alone, bare-headed, barefoot,<br> Down from the shower'd halo,<br> Up from the mystic play of shadows, twining and twisting as if they<br> were alive,<br> Out from the patches of briers and blackberries,<br> From the memories of the bird that chanted to me,<br> From your memories, sad brother--from the fitful risings and fallings<br> I heard,<br> From under that yellow half-moon, late-risen, and swollen as if with<br> tears,    10<br> From those beginning notes of sickness and love, there in the<br> transparent mist,<br> From the thousand responses of my heart, never to cease,<br> From the myriad thence-arous'd words,<br> From the word stronger and more delicious than any,<br> From such, as now they start, the scene revisiting,<br> As a flock, twittering, rising, or overhead passing,<br> Borne hither--ere all eludes me, hurriedly,<br> A man--yet by these tears a little boy again,<br> Throwing myself on the sand, confronting the waves,<br> I, chanter of pains and joys, uniter of here and hereafter, 20<br> Taking all hints to use them--but swiftly leaping beyond them,<br> A reminiscence sing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Once, Paumanok,<br> When the snows had melted--when the lilac-scent was in the air, and<br> the Fifth-month grass was growing,<br> Up this sea-shore, in some briers,<br> Two guests from Alabama--two together,<br> And their nest, and four light-green eggs, spotted with brown,<br> And every day the he-bird, to and fro, near at hand,<br> And every day the she-bird, crouch'd on her nest, silent, with bright<br> eyes,<br> And every day I, a curious boy, never too close, never disturbing<br> them,    30<br> Cautiously peering, absorbing, translating.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Shine! shine! shine!<br> Pour down your warmth, great Sun!<br> While we bask--we two together.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Two together!<br> Winds blow South, or winds blow North,<br> Day come white, or night come black,<br> Home, or rivers and mountains from home,<br> Singing all time, minding no time,<br> While we two keep together.   40</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Till of a sudden,<br> May-be kill'd, unknown to her mate,<br> One forenoon the she-bird crouch'd not on the nest,<br> Nor return'd that afternoon, nor the next,<br> Nor ever appear'd again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And thenceforward, all summer, in the sound of the sea,<br> And at night, under the full of the moon, in calmer weather,<br> Over the hoarse surging of the sea,<br> Or flitting from brier to brier by day,<br> I saw, I heard at intervals, the remaining one, the he-bird, 50<br> The solitary guest from Alabama.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Blow! blow! blow!<br> Blow up, sea-winds, along Paumanok's shore!<br> I wait and I wait, till you blow my mate to me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Yes, when the stars glisten'd,<br> All night long, on the prong of a moss-scallop'd stake,<br> Down, almost amid the slapping waves,<br> Sat the lone singer, wonderful, causing tears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> He call'd on his mate;<br> He pour'd forth the meanings which I, of all men, know. 60</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Yes, my brother, I know;<br> The rest might not--but I have treasur'd every note;<br> For once, and more than once, dimly, down to the beach gliding,<br> Silent, avoiding the moonbeams, blending myself with the shadows,<br> Recalling now the obscure shapes, the echoes, the sounds and sights<br> after their sorts,<br> The white arms out in the breakers tirelessly tossing,<br> I, with bare feet, a child, the wind wafting my hair,<br> Listen'd long and long.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Listen'd, to keep, to sing--now translating the notes,<br> Following you, my brother.   70</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Soothe! soothe! soothe!<br> Close on its wave soothes the wave behind,<br> And again another behind, embracing and lapping, every one close,<br> But my love soothes not me, not me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Low hangs the moon--it rose late;<br> O it is lagging--O I think it is heavy with love, with love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O madly the sea pushes, pushes upon the land,<br> With love--with love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O night! do I not see my love fluttering out there among the<br> breakers?<br> What is that little black thing I see there in the white? 80</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Loud! loud! loud!<br> Loud I call to you, my love!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> High and clear I shoot my voice over the waves;<br> Surely you must know who is here, is here;<br> You must know who I am, my love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Low-hanging moon!<br> What is that dusky spot in your brown yellow?<br> O it is the shape, the shape of my mate!<br> O moon, do not keep her from me any longer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Land! land! O land!   90<br> Whichever way I turn, O I think you could give me my mate back again,<br> if you only would;<br> For I am almost sure I see her dimly whichever way I look.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O rising stars!<br> Perhaps the one I want so much will rise, will rise with some of you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O throat! O trembling throat!<br> Sound clearer through the atmosphere!<br> Pierce the woods, the earth;<br> Somewhere listening to catch you, must be the one I want.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Shake out, carols!<br> Solitary here--the night's carols!  100<br> Carols of lonesome love! Death's carols!<br> Carols under that lagging, yellow, waning moon!<br> O, under that moon, where she droops almost down into the sea!<br> O reckless, despairing carols.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But soft! sink low;<br> Soft! let me just murmur;<br> And do you wait a moment, you husky-noised sea;<br> For somewhere I believe I heard my mate responding to me,<br> So faint--I must be still, be still to listen;<br> But not altogether still, for then she might not come immediately to<br> me.    110</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Hither, my love!<br> Here I am! Here!<br> With this just-sustain'd note I announce myself to you;<br> This gentle call is for you, my love, for you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Do not be decoy'd elsewhere!<br> That is the whistle of the wind--it is not my voice;<br> That is the fluttering, the fluttering of the spray;<br> Those are the shadows of leaves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O darkness! O in vain!<br> O I am very sick and sorrowful.   120</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O brown halo in the sky, near the moon, drooping upon the sea!<br> O troubled reflection in the sea!<br> O throat! O throbbing heart!<br> O all--and I singing uselessly, uselessly all the night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Yet I murmur, murmur on!<br> O murmurs--you yourselves make me continue to sing, I know not why.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O past! O life! O songs of joy!<br> In the air--in the woods--over fields;<br> Loved! loved! loved! loved! loved!<br> But my love no more, no more with me!  130<br> We two together no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> The aria sinking;<br> All else continuing--the stars shining,<br> The winds blowing--the notes of the bird continuous echoing,<br> With angry moans the fierce old mother incessantly moaning,<br> On the sands of Paumanok's shore, gray and rustling;<br> The yellow half-moon enlarged, sagging down, drooping, the face of<br> the sea almost touching;<br> The boy extatic--with his bare feet the waves, with his hair the<br> atmosphere dallying,<br> The love in the heart long pent, now loose, now at last tumultuously<br> bursting,<br> The aria's meaning, the ears, the Soul, swiftly depositing, 140<br> The strange tears down the cheeks coursing,<br> The colloquy there--the trio--each uttering,<br> The undertone--the savage old mother, incessantly crying,<br> To the boy's Soul's questions sullenly timing--some drown'd secret<br> hissing,<br> To the outsetting bard of love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Demon or bird! (said the boy's soul,)<br> Is it indeed toward your mate you sing? or is it mostly to me?<br> For I, that was a child, my tongue's use sleeping,<br> Now I have heard you,<br> Now in a moment I know what I am for--I awake,  150<br> And already a thousand singers--a thousand songs, clearer, louder and<br> more sorrowful than yours,<br> A thousand warbling echoes have started to life within me,<br> Never to die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O you singer, solitary, singing by yourself--projecting me;<br> O solitary me, listening--nevermore shall I cease perpetuating you;<br> Never more shall I escape, never more the reverberations,<br> Never more the cries of unsatisfied love be absent from me,<br> Never again leave me to be the peaceful child I was before what<br> there, in the night,<br> By the sea, under the yellow and sagging moon,<br> The messenger there arous'd--the fire, the sweet hell within, 160<br> The unknown want, the destiny of me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O give me the clew! (it lurks in the night here somewhere;)<br> O if I am to have so much, let me have more!<br> O a word! O what is my destination? (I fear it is henceforth chaos;)<br> O how joys, dreads, convolutions, human shapes, and all shapes,<br> spring as from graves around me!<br> O phantoms! you cover all the land and all the sea!<br> O I cannot see in the dimness whether you smile or frown upon me;<br> O vapor, a look, a word! O well-beloved!<br> O you dear women's and men's phantoms!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> A word then, (for I will conquer it,)  170<br> The word final, superior to all,<br> Subtle, sent up--what is it?--I listen;<br> Are you whispering it, and have been all the time, you sea-waves?<br> Is that it from your liquid rims and wet sands?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Whereto answering, the sea,<br> Delaying not, hurrying not,<br> Whisper'd me through the night, and very plainly before day-break,<br> Lisp'd to me the low and delicious word DEATH;<br> And again Death--ever Death, Death, Death,<br> Hissing melodious, neither like the bird, nor like my arous'd child's<br> heart,    180<br> But edging near, as privately for me, rustling at my feet,<br> Creeping thence steadily up to my ears, and laving me softly all<br> over,<br> Death, Death, Death, Death, Death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Which I do not forget,<br> But fuse the song of my dusky demon and brother,<br> That he sang to me in the moonlight on Paumanok's gray beach,<br> With the thousand responsive songs, at random,<br> My own songs, awaked from that hour;<br> And with them the key, the word up from the waves,<br> The word of the sweetest song, and all songs, 190<br> That strong and delicious word which, creeping to my feet,<br> The sea whisper'd me.</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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