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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535142" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Starting From Paumanok</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">STARTING from fish-shape Paumanok, where I was born,<br> Well-begotten, and rais'd by a perfect mother;<br> After roaming many lands--lover of populous pavements;<br> Dweller in Mannahatta, my city--or on<br> southern savannas;<br> Or a soldier camp'd, or carrying my knapsack and gun--or a miner in<br> California;<br> Or rude in my home in Dakota's woods, my diet meat, my drink from the<br> spring;<br> Or withdrawn to muse and meditate in some deep recess,<br> Far from the clank of crowds, intervals passing, rapt and happy;<br> Aware of the fresh free giver, the flowing Missouri--aware of mighty<br> Niagara;<br> Aware of the buffalo herds, grazing the plains--the hirsute and<br> strong-breasted bull;   10<br> Of earth, rocks, Fifth-month flowers, experienced--stars, rain, snow,<br> my amaze;<br> Having studied the mocking-bird's tones, and the mountainhawk's,<br> And heard at dusk the unrival'd one, the hermit thrush from the<br> swamp-cedars,<br> Solitary, singing in the West, I strike up for a New World.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Victory, union, faith, identity, time,<br> The indissoluble compacts, riches, mystery,<br> Eternal progress, the kosmos, and the modern reports.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> This, then, is life;<br> Here is what has come to the surface after so many throes and<br> convulsions.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> How curious! how real!   20<br> Underfoot the divine soil--overhead the sun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> See, revolving, the globe;<br> The ancestor-continents, away, group'd together;<br> The present and future continents, north and south, with the isthmus<br> between.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> See, vast, trackless spaces;<br> As in a dream, they change, they swiftly fill;<br> Countless masses debouch upon them;<br> They are now cover'd with the foremost people, arts, institutions,<br> known.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> See, projected, through time,<br> For me, an audience interminable.   30</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> With firm and regular step they wend--they never stop,<br> Successions of men, Americanos, a hundred millions;<br> One generation playing its part, and passing on;<br> Another generation playing its part, and passing on in its turn,<br> With faces turn'd sideways or backward towards me, to listen,<br> With eyes retrospective towards me,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Americanos! conquerors! marches humanitarian;<br> Foremost! century marches! Libertad! masses!<br> For you a programme of chants.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Chants of the prairies;   40<br> Chants of the long-running Mississippi, and down to the Mexican sea;<br> Chants of Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, Iowa, Wisconsin and Minnesota;<br> Chants going forth from the centre, from Kansas, and thence, equi-<br> distant,<br> Shooting in pulses of fire, ceaseless, to vivify all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> In the Year 80 of The States,<br> My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from this soil, this air,<br> Born here of parents born here, from parents the same, and their<br> parents the same,<br> I, now thirty-six years old, in perfect health, begin,<br> Hoping to cease not till death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Creeds and schools in abeyance,   50<br> (Retiring back a while, sufficed at what they are, but never<br> forgotten,)<br> I harbor, for good or bad--I permit to speak, at every hazard,<br> Nature now without check, with original energy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Take my leaves, America! take them, South, and take them, North!<br> Make welcome for them everywhere, for they are your own offspring;<br> Surround them, East and West! for they would surround you;<br> And you precedents! connect lovingly with them, for they connect<br> lovingly with you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I conn'd old times;<br> I sat studying at the feet of the great masters:<br> Now, if eligible, O that the great masters might return and study<br> me!    60</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> In the name of These States, shall I scorn the antique?<br> Why These are the children of the antique, to justify it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Dead poets, philosophs, priests,<br> Martyrs, artists, inventors, governments long since,<br> Language-shapers, on other shores,<br> Nations once powerful, now reduced, withdrawn, or desolate,<br> I dare not proceed till I respectfully credit what you have left,<br> wafted hither:<br> I have perused it--own it is admirable,<br> (moving awhile among it;)<br> Think nothing can ever be greater--nothing can ever deserve more than<br> it deserves;<br> Regarding it all intently a long while--then dismissing it, 70<br> I stand in my place, with my own day, here.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Here lands female and male;<br> Here the heir-ship and heiress-ship of the world--here the flame of<br> materials;<br> Here Spirituality, the translatress, the openly-avow'd,<br> The ever-tending, the finale of visible forms;<br> The satisfier, after due long-waiting, now advancing,<br> Yes, here comes my mistress, the Soul.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> The SOUL:<br> Forever and forever--longer than soil is brown and solid--longer than<br> water ebbs and flows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I will make the poems of materials, for I think they are to be the<br> most spiritual poems;   80<br> And I will make the poems of my body and of mortality,<br> For I think I shall then supply myself with the poems of my Soul, and<br> of immortality.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I will make a song for These States, that no-one State may under any<br> circumstances be subjected to another State;<br> And I will make a song that there shall be comity by day and by night<br> between all The States, and between any two of them:<br> And I will make a song for the ears of the President, full of weapons<br> with menacing points,<br> And behind the weapons countless dissatisfied faces:<br> --And a song make I, of the One form'd out of all;<br> The fang'd and glittering One whose head is over all;<br> Resolute, warlike One, including and over all;<br> (However high the head of any else, that head is over all.) 90</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I will acknowledge contemporary lands;<br> I will trail the whole geography of the globe, and salute courteously<br> every city large and small;<br> And employments! I will put in my poems, that with you is heroism,<br> upon land and sea;<br> And I will report all heroism from an American point of view.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I will sing the song of companionship;<br> I will show what alone must finally compact These;<br> I believe These are to found their own ideal of manly love,<br> indicating it in me;<br> I will therefore let flame from me the burning fires that were<br> threatening to consume me;<br> I will lift what has too long kept down those smouldering fires;<br> I will give them complete abandonment;  100<br> I will write the evangel-poem of comrades, and of love;<br> (For who but I should understand love, with all its sorrow and joy?<br> And who but I should be the poet of comrades?)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> I am the credulous man of qualities, ages, races;<br> I advance from the people in their own spirit;<br> Here is what sings unrestricted faith.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Omnes! Omnes! let others ignore what they may;<br> I make the poem of evil also--I commemorate that part also;<br> I am myself just as much evil as good, and my nation is--And I say<br> there is in fact no evil;<br> (Or if there is, I say it is just as important to you, to the land,<br> or to me, as anything else.)  110</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I too, following many, and follow'd by many, inaugurate a Religion--I<br> descend into the arena;<br> (It may be I am destin'd to utter the loudest cries there, the<br> winner's pealing shouts;<br> Who knows? they may rise from me yet, and soar above every thing.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Each is not for its own sake;<br> I say the whole earth, and all the stars in the sky, are for<br> Religion's sake.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I say no man has ever yet been half devout enough;<br> None has ever yet adored or worship'd half enough;<br> None has begun to think how divine he himself is, and how certain the<br> future is.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I say that the real and permanent grandeur of These States must be<br> their Religion;<br> Otherwise there is no real and permanent grandeur: 120<br> (Nor character, nor life worthy the name, without Religion;<br> Nor land, nor man or woman, without Religion.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> What are you doing, young man?<br> Are you so earnest--so given up to literature, science, art, amours?<br> These ostensible realities, politics, points?<br> Your ambition or business, whatever it may be?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> It is well--Against such I say not a word--I am their poet also;<br> But behold! such swiftly subside--burnt up for Religion's sake;<br> For not all matter is fuel to heat, impalpable flame, the essential<br> life of the earth,<br> Any more than such are to Religion.  130</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> What do you seek, so pensive and silent?<br> What do you need, Camerado?<br> Dear son! do you think it is love?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Listen, dear son--listen, America, daughter or son!<br> It is a painful thing to love a man or woman to excess--and yet it<br> satisfies--it is great;<br> But there is something else very great--it makes the whole coincide;<br> It, magnificent, beyond materials, with continuous hands, sweeps and<br> provides for all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Know you! solely to drop in the earth the germs of a greater<br> Religion,<br> The following chants, each for its kind, I sing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> My comrade!    140<br> For you, to share with me, two greatnesses--and a third one, rising<br> inclusive and more resplendent,<br> The greatness of Love and Democracy--and the greatness of Religion.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Melange mine own! the unseen and the seen;<br> Mysterious ocean where the streams empty;<br> Prophetic spirit of materials shifting and flickering around me;<br> Living beings, identities, now doubtless near us, in the air, that we<br> know not of;<br> Contact daily and hourly that will not release me;<br> These selecting--these, in hints, demanded of me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Not he, with a daily kiss, onward from childhood kissing me,<br> Has winded and twisted around me that which holds me to him, 150<br> Any more than I am held to the heavens, to the spiritual world,<br> And to the identities of the Gods, my lovers, faithful and true,<br> After what they have done to me, suggesting themes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O such themes! Equalities!<br> O amazement of things! O divine average!<br> O warblings under the sun--usher'd, as now, or at noon, or setting!<br> O strain, musical, flowing through ages--now reaching hither!<br> I take to your reckless and composite chords--I add to them, and<br> cheerfully pass them forward.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> As I have walk'd in Alabama my morning walk,<br> I have seen where the she-bird, the mocking-bird, sat on her nest in<br> the briers, hatching her brood.  160</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I have seen the he-bird also;<br> I have paused to hear him, near at hand, inflating his throat, and<br> joyfully singing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And while I paused, it came to me that what he really sang for was<br> not there only,<br> Nor for his mate, nor himself only, nor all sent back by the echoes;<br> But subtle, clandestine, away beyond,<br> A charge transmitted, and gift occult, for those being born.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Democracy!<br> Near at hand to you a throat is now inflating itself and joyfully<br> singing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Ma femme!<br> For the brood beyond us and of us,  170<br> For those who belong here, and those to come,<br> I, exultant, to be ready for them, will now shake out carols stronger<br> and haughtier than have ever yet been heard upon earth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I will make the songs of passion, to give them their way,<br> And your songs, outlaw'd offenders--for I scan you with kindred eyes,<br> and carry you with me the same as any.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I will make the true poem of riches,<br> To earn for the body and the mind whatever adheres, and goes forward,<br> and is not dropt by death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I will effuse egotism, and show it underlying all--and I will be the<br> bard of personality;<br> And I will show of male and female that either is but the equal of<br> the other;<br> And sexual organs and acts! do you concentrate in me--for I am<br> determin'd to tell you with courageous clear voice, to prove<br> you illustrious;<br> And I will show that there is no imperfection in the present--and can<br> be none in the future;   180<br> And I will show that whatever happens to anybody, it may be turn'd to<br> beautiful results--and I will show that nothing can happen more<br> beautiful than death;<br> And I will thread a thread through my poems that time and events are<br> compact,<br> And that all the things of the universe are perfect miracles, each as<br> profound as any.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I will not make poems with reference to parts;<br> But I will make leaves, poems, poemets, songs, says, thoughts with<br> reference to ensemble:<br> And I will not sing with reference to a day, but with reference to<br> all days;<br> And I will not make a poem, nor the least part of a poem, but has<br> reference to the Soul;<br> (Because, having look'd at the objects of the universe, I find there<br> is no one, nor any particle of one, but has reference to the<br> Soul.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Was somebody asking to see the Soul?  190<br> See! your own shape and countenance--persons, substances, beasts, the<br> trees, the running rivers, the rocks and sands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> All hold spiritual joys, and afterwards loosen them:<br> How can the real body ever die, and be buried?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Of your real body, and any man's or woman's real body,<br> Item for item, it will elude the hands of the corpse-cleaners, and<br> pass to fitting spheres,<br> Carrying what has accrued to it from the moment of birth to the<br> moment of death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Not the types set up by the printer return their impression, the<br> meaning, the main concern,<br> Any more than a man's substance and life, or a woman's substance and<br> life, return in the body and the Soul,<br> Indifferently before death and after death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Behold! the body includes and is the meaning, the main concern--and<br> includes and is the Soul;   200<br> Whoever you are! how superb and how divine is your body, or any part<br> of it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Whoever you are! to you endless announcements.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Daughter of the lands, did you wait for your poet?<br> Did you wait for one with a flowing mouth and indicative hand?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Toward the male of The States, and toward the female of The States,<br> Live words--words to the lands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O the lands! interlink'd, food-yielding lands!<br> Land of coal and iron! Land of gold! Lands of cotton, sugar, rice!<br> Land of wheat, beef, pork! Land of wool and hemp! Land of the apple<br> and grape!<br> Land of the pastoral plains, the grass-fields of the world! Land of<br> those sweet-air'd interminable plateaus!  210<br> Land of the herd, the garden, the healthy house of adobie!<br> Lands where the northwest Columbia winds, and where the southwest<br> Colorado winds!<br> Land of the eastern Chesapeake! Land of the Delaware!<br> Land of Ontario, Erie, Huron, Michigan!<br> Land of the Old Thirteen! Massachusetts land! Land of Vermont and<br> Connecticut!<br> Land of the ocean shores! Land of sierras and peaks!<br> Land of boatmen and sailors! Fishermen's land!<br> Inextricable lands! the clutch'd together! the passionate ones!<br> The side by side! the elder and younger brothers! the bony-limb'd!<br> The great women's land! the feminine! the experienced sisters and the<br> inexperienced sisters!   220<br> Far breath'd land! Arctic braced! Mexican breez'd! the diverse! the<br> compact!<br> The Pennsylvanian! the Virginian! the double Carolinian!<br> O all and each well-loved by me! my intrepid nations! O I at any rate<br> include you all with perfect love!<br> I cannot be discharged from you! not from one, any sooner than<br> another!<br> O Death! O for all that, I am yet of you, unseen, this hour, with<br> irrepressible love,<br> Walking New England, a friend, a traveler,<br> Splashing my bare feet in the edge of the summer ripples, on<br> Paumanok's sands,<br> Crossing the prairies--dwelling again in Chicago--dwelling in every<br> town,<br> Observing shows, births, improvements, structures, arts,<br> Listening to the orators and the oratresses in public halls, 230<br> Of and through The States, as during life--each man and woman my<br> neighbor,<br> The Louisianian, the Georgian, as near to me, and I as near to him<br> and her,<br> The Mississippian and Arkansian yet with me--and I yet with any of<br> them;<br> Yet upon the plains west of the spinal river--yet in my house of<br> adobie,<br> Yet returning eastward--yet in the Sea-Side State, or in Maryland,<br> Yet Kanadian, cheerily braving the winter--the snow and ice welcome<br> to me,<br> Yet a true son either of Maine, or of the Granite State, or of the<br> Narragansett Bay State, or of the Empire State;<br> Yet sailing to other shores to annex the same--yet welcoming every<br> new brother;<br> Hereby applying these leaves to the new ones, from the hour they<br> unite with the old ones;<br> Coming among the new ones myself, to be their companion and equal--<br> coming personally to you now;  240<br> Enjoining you to acts, characters, spectacles, with me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> With me, with firm holding--yet haste, haste on.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> For your life, adhere to me!<br> Of all the men of the earth, I only can unloose you and toughen you;<br> I may have to be persuaded many times before I consent to give myself<br> really to you--but what of that?<br> Must not Nature be persuaded many times?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> No dainty dolce affettuoso I;<br> Bearded, sun-burnt, gray-neck'd, forbidding, I have arrived,<br> To be wrestled with as I pass, for the solid prizes of the universe;<br> For such I afford whoever can persevere to win them. 250</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> On my way a moment I pause;<br> Here for you! and here for America!<br> Still the Present I raise aloft--Still the Future of The States I<br> harbinge, glad and sublime;<br> And for the Past, I pronounce what the air holds of the red<br> aborigines.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The red aborigines!<br> Leaving natural breaths, sounds of rain and winds, calls as of birds<br> and animals in the woods, syllabled to us for names;<br> Okonee, Koosa, Ottawa, Monongahela, Sauk, Natchez, Chattahoochee,<br> Kaqueta, Oronoco,<br> Wabash, Miami, Saginaw, Chippewa, Oshkosh, Walla-Walla;<br> Leaving such to The States, they melt, they depart, charging the<br> water and the land with names.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> O expanding and swift! O henceforth,  260<br> Elements, breeds, adjustments, turbulent, quick, and audacious;<br> A world primal again--Vistas of glory, incessant and branching;<br> A new race, dominating previous ones, and grander far--with new<br> contests,<br> New politics, new literatures and religions, new inventions and arts.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> These! my voice announcing--I will sleep no more, but arise;<br> You oceans that have been calm within me! how I feel you, fathomless,<br> stirring, preparing unprecedented waves and storms.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> See! steamers steaming through my poems!<br> See, in my poems immigrants continually coming and landing;<br> See, in arriere, the wigwam, the trail, the hunter's hut, the<br> flatboat, the maize-leaf, the claim, the rude fence, and the<br> backwoods village;<br> See, on the one side the Western Sea, and on the other the Eastern<br> Sea, how they advance and retreat upon my poems, as upon their<br> own shores.    270</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> See, pastures and forests in my poems--See, animals, wild and tame--<br> See, beyond the Kanzas, countless herds of buffalo, feeding on<br> short curly grass;<br> See, in my poems, cities, solid, vast, inland, with paved streets,<br> with iron and stone edifices, ceaseless vehicles, and commerce;<br> See, the many-cylinder'd steam printing-press--See, the electric<br> telegraph, stretching across the Continent, from the Western<br> Sea to Manhattan;<br> See, through Atlantica's depths, pulses American, Europe reaching--<br> pulses of Europe, duly return'd;<br> See, the strong and quick locomotive, as it departs, panting, blowing<br> the steam-whistle;<br> See, ploughmen, ploughing farms--See, miners, digging mines--See, the<br> numberless factories;<br> See, mechanics, busy at their benches, with tools--See from among<br> them, superior judges, philosophs, Presidents, emerge, drest in<br> working dresses;<br> See, lounging through the shops and fields of The States, me, well-<br> belov'd, close-held by day and night;<br> Hear the loud echoes of my songs there! Read the hints come at last.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> O Camerado close!    280<br> O you and me at last--and us two only.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O a word to clear one's path ahead endlessly!<br> O something extatic and undemonstrable! O music wild!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O now I triumph--and you shall also;<br> O hand in hand--O wholesome pleasure--O one more desirer and lover!<br> O to haste, firm holding--to haste, haste on with 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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