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I see Egypt and the Egyptians, I see the pyramids and obelisks,
I look on chisellid histories, records of conquering kings, dynasties,

cut in slabs of sand-stone, or on granite-blocks, I see at Memphis mummy-pits containing mummies embalm'd,

swathed in linen cloth, lying there many centuries, I look on the fallin Theban, the large-ball'd eyes, the side-drooping

neck, the hands folded across the breast. I see all the menials of the earth, laboring, I see all the prisoners in the prisons, I see the defective human bodies of the earth, The blind, the deaf and dumb, idiots, hunchbacks, lunatics, The pirates, thieves, betrayers, murderers, slave-makers of the earth, The helpless infants, and the helpless old men and women.

I see male and female everywhere,
I see the serene brotherhood of philosophs,
I see the constructiveness of my race,
I see the results of the perseverance and industry of my race,
I see ranks, colors, barbarisms, civilizations, I go among them, I

mix indiscriminately,
And I salute all the inhabitants of the earth.

You whoever you are !
You daughter or son of England !
You of the mighty Slavic tribes and empires ! you Russ in Russia !
You dim-descended, black, divine-soul'd African, large, fine-

headed, nobly-form'd, superbly destin'd, on equal terms

with me! You Norwegian ! Swede! Dane ! Icelander ! you Prussian ! You Spaniard of Spain ! you Portuguese! You Frenchwoman and Frenchman of France ! You Belge ! you liberty-lover of the Netherlands ! (you stock

whence I myself have descended ;) You sturdy Austrian ! you Lombard ! Hun! Bohemian ! farmer of

Styria ! You neighbor of the Danube ! You working-man of the Rhine, the Elbe, or the Weser! you

working-woman too! You Sardinian ! you Bavarian ! Swabian ! Saxon! Wallachian!

You Roman ! Neapolitan ! you Greek !
You lithe matador in the arena at Seville !
You mountaineer living lawlessly on the Taurus or Caucasus !

You Bokh horse-herd watching your mares and stallions feeding ! You beautiful-bodied Persian at full speed in the saddle shooting

arrows to the mark ! You Chinaman and Chinawoman of China ! you Tartar of Tartary ! You women of the earth subordinated at your tasks ! You Jew journeying in your old age through every risk to stand

once on Syrian ground ! You other Jews waiting in all lands for your Messiah ! You thoughtful Armenian pondering by some stream of the Eu

phrates ! you peering amid the ruins of Nineveh! you

ascending mount Ararat ! You foot-worn pilgrim welcoming the far-away sparkle of the

minarets of Mecca ! You sheiks along the stretch from Suez to Bab-el-mandeb ruling

your families and tribes ! You olive-grower tending your fruit on fields of Nazareth, Damas

cus, or lake Tiberias ! You Thibet trader on the wide inland or bargaining in the shops

of Lassa! You Japanese man or woman ! you liver in Madagascar, Ceylon,

Sumatra, Borneo ! All you continentals of Asia, Africa, Europe, Australia, indifferent

of place! All you on the numberless islands of the archipelagoes of the sea ! And you of centuries hence when you listen to me ! And you each and everywhere whom I specify not, but include

just the same ! Health to you! good will to you all, from me and America sent! Each of us inevitable, Each of us limitless — each of us with his or her right upon the

earth, Each of us allow'd the eternal purports of the earth, Each of us here as divinely as any is here.


You Hottentot with clicking palate ! you woolly-hair'd hordes !
You own'd persons dropping sweat-drops or blood-drops !
You human forms with the fathomless ever-impressive counte-

nances of brutes ! You poor koboo whom the meanest of the rest look down upon

for all your glimmering language and spirituality! You dwarf'd Kamtschatkan, Greenlander, Lapp! You Austral negro, naked, red, sooty, with protrusive lip, groveling,


your food'!

You Caffre, Berber, Soudanese !
You haggard, uncouth, untutor'd Bedowee !
You plague-swarms in Madras, Nankin, Kaubul, Cairo !
You benighted roamer of Amazonia ! you Patagonian ! you Feejee-

man! I do not prefer others so very much before you either, I do not say one word against you, away back there where you

stand, (You will come forward in due time to my side.)


My spirit has pass'd in compassion and determination around the

whole earth, I have look'd for equals and lovers and found them ready for me

in all lands, I think some divine rapport has equalized me with them. You vapors, I think I have risen with you, moved away to distant

continents, and fallen down there, for reasons, I think I have blown with you you winds ; You waters I have finger'd every shore with you, I have run through what any river or strait of the globe has run

through, I have taken my stand on the bases of peninsulas and on the high

embedded rocks, to cry thence : Salut au monde ! What cities the light or warmth penetrates I penetrate those cities

myself, All islands to which birds wing their way I wing my way myself. Toward you all, in America's name, I raise high the perpendicular hand, I make the signal, To remain after me in sight forever, For all the haunts and homes of men.



FOOT and light-hearted I take to the open road,

Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.

Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune,
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms,
Strong and content I travel the open road.

The earth, that is sufficient,
I do not want the constellations any nearer,
I know they are very well where they are,
I know they suffice for those who belong to them.

(Still here I carry my old delicious burdens,
I carry them, men and women, I carry them with me wherever I go,
I swear it is impossible for me to get rid of them,
I am fill'd with them, and I will fill them in return.)


You road I enter upon and look around, I believe you are not all

that is here, I believe that much unseen is also here.

Here the profound lesson of reception, nor preference nor denial, The black with his woolly head, the felon, the diseas'd, the illiterate

person, are not denied ; The birth, the hasting after the physician, the beggar's tramp, the

drunkard's stagger, the laughing party of mechanics, The escaped youth, the rich person's carriage, the fop, the eloping

couple, The early market-man, the hearse, the moving of furniture into the

town, the return back from the town, They pass, I also pass, any thing passes, none can be interdicted, None but are accepted, none but shall be dear to me.

3 You air that serves me with breath to speak ! You objects that call from diffusion my meanings and give them

shape! You light that wraps me and all things in delicate equable show You paths worn in the irregular hollows by the roadsides ! I believe you are latent with unseen existences, you are so dear

to me.

You flagg'd walks of the cities ! you strong curbs at the edges ! You ferries ! you planks and posts of wharves ! you timber-lined

sides ! you distant ships !

You rows of houses ! you window-pierc'd façades ! you roofs !
You porches and entrances ! you copings and iron guards !
You windows whose transparent shells might expose so much!
You doors and ascending steps ! you arches !
You gray stones of interminable pavements ! you trodden crossings !
From all that has touch'd you I believe you have imparted to

yourselves, and now would impart the same secretly to me, From the living and the dead you have peopled your impassive

surfaces, and the spirits thereof would be evident and amicable with me.

4 The earth expanding right hand and left hand, The picture alive, every part in its best light, The music falling in where it is wanted, and stopping where it is

not wanted, The cheerful voice of the public road, the gay fresh sentiment of

the road.

O highway I travel, do you say to me Do not leave me ?
Do you say Venture not if you leave me you are lost?
Do you say I am already prepared, I am well-beaten and un-

denied, adhere to me? O public road, I say back I am not afraid to leave you, yet I love

you, You express me better than I can express myself, You shall be more to me than my poem. I think heroic deeds were all conceiv'd in the open air, and all

free poems also, I think I could stop here myself and do miracles, I think whatever I shall meet on the road I shall like, and who

ever beholds me shall like me, I think whoever I see must be happy.

5 From this hour I ordain myself loos'd of limits and imaginary

lines, Going where I list, my own master total and absolute, Listening to others, considering well what they say, Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating, Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds

that would hold me.

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