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7 I am the credulous man of qualities, ages, races, I advance from the people in their own spirit, Here is what sings unrestricted faith. Omnes ! omnes ! let others ignore what they may, I make the poem of evil also, I commemorate that part also, I am myself just as much evil as good, and my nation is — and I
say there is in fact no evil, (Or if there is I say it is just as important to you, to the land or
to me, as any thing else.)
I too, following many and follow'd by many, inaugurate a religion,
I descend into the arena, (It may be I am destin'd to utter the loudest cries there, the win
ner's pealing shouts, Who knows? they may rise from me yet, and soar above every thing.) Each is not for its own sake, I say the whole earth and all the stars in the sky are for religion's
I say no man has ever yet been half devout enough,
tain the future is. I say that the real and permanent grandeur of these States must
be their religion, Otherwise there is no real and permanent grandeur ; (Nor character nor life worthy the name without religion, Nor land nor man or woman without religion.)
8 What are you doing young man? Are you so earnest, so given up to literature, science, art, amours? These ostensible realities, politics, points? Your ambition or business whatever it may be? It is well - against such I say not a word, I am their poet also, But behold ! such swiftly subside, burnt up for religion's sake, For not all matter is fuel to heat, impalpable flame, the essential
life of the earth, Any more than such are to religion.
Listen dear son listen America, daughter or son,
satisfies, it is great, But there is something else very great, it makes the whole coin
cide, It, magnificent, beyond materials, with continuous hands sweeps
and provides for all.
Know you, solely to drop in the earth the germs of a greater
religion, The following chants each for its kind I sing. My comrade! For you to share with me two greatnesses, and a third one rising
inclusive and more resplendent, The greatness of Love and Democracy, and the greatness of Reli
Melange mine own, the unseen and the seen,
know not of,
world, After what they have done to me, suggesting themes. O such themes - equalities ! O divine average ! Warblings under the sun, usher'd as now, or at noon, or set
ting, Strains musical flowing through ages, now reaching hither, I take to your reckless and composite chords, add to them, and
cheerfully pass them forward.
11 As I have walk'd in Alabama my morning walk, I have seen where the she-bird the mocking-bird sat on her nest
in the briers hatching her brood.
I have seen the he-bird also,
And while I paus'd it came to me that what he really sang for was
not there only, Nor for his mate nor himself only, nor all sent back by the echoes, But subtle, clandestine, away beyond, A charge transmitted and gift occult for those being born.
12 Democracy ! near at hand to you a throat is now inflating itself
and joyfully singing.
Ma femme ! for the brood beyond us and of us,
and haughtier than have ever yet been heard upon earth.
I will make the songs of passion to give them their way,
eyes, and carry you with me the same as any.
I will make the true poem of riches,
forward and is not dropt by death; I will effuse egotism and show it underlying all, and I will be the
bard of personality, And I will show of male and female that either is but the equal
of the other, And sexual organs and acts ! do you concentrate in me, for I am
determin'd to tell you with courageous clear voice to prove
you illustrious, And I will show that there is no imperfection in the present, and
can be none in the future, And I will show that whatever happens to anybody it may be
turn'd to beautiful results, And I will show that nothing can happen more beautiful than
And I will thread a thread through my poems that time and events
are compact, And that all the things of the universe are perfect miracles, each
as profound as any. I will not make poems with reference to parts, But I will make poems, songs, thoughts, with reference to ensemble, And I will not sing with reference to a day, but with reference to
all days, And I will not make a poem nor the least part of a poem but has
reference to the soul, Because having look'd at the objects of the universe, I find there
is no one nor any particle of one but has reference to the soul.
13 Was somebody asking to see the soul? See, your own shape and countenance, persons, substances, beasts,
the trees, the running rivers, the rocks and sands.
All hold spiritual joys and afterwards loosen them;
pass to fitting spheres, Carrying what has accrued to it from the moment of birth to the
moment of death.
Not the types set up by the printer return their impression, the
meaning, the main concern, Any more than a man's substance and life or a woman's substance
and life return in the body and the soul, Indifferently before death and after death.
Behold, the body includes and is the meaning, the main concern
and includes and is the soul; Whoever you are, how superb and how divine is your body, or any part of it!
14 Whoever you are, to you endless announcements ! Daughter of the lands did you wait for your poet? Did you wait for one with a flowing mouth and indicative hand?
Toward the male of the States, and toward the female of the States,
apple and the grape ! Land of the pastoral plains, the grass-fields of the world ! land of
those sweet-air'd interminable plateaus ! Land of the herd, the garden, the healthy house of adobie ! Lands where the north-west Columbia winds, and where the south
west Colorado winds ! Land of the eastern Chesapeake ! land of the Delaware ! Land of Ontario, Erie, Huron, Michigan ! Land of the Old Thirteen ! Massachusetts land ! land of Vermont
and Connecticut ! Land of the ocean shores ! land of sierras and peaks! Land of boatmen and sailors ! fishermen's land ! Inextricable lands! the clutch'd together! the passionate ones! The side by side ! the elder and younger brothers ! the bony
limb'd! The great women's land! the feminine ! the experienced sisters
and the inexperienced sisters ! Far breath'd land! Arctic braced ! Mexican breez'd! the diverse !
the compact ! The Pennsylvanian ! the Virginian ! the double Carolinian! O all and each well-loved by me! my intrepid nations ! 0 I at
any rate include you all with perfect love ! I cannot be discharged from you ! not from one any sooner than
another ! O death! O for all that, I am yet of you unseen this hour with
irrepressible love, Walking New England, a friend, a traveler, Splashing my bare feet in the edge of the summer ripples on Pau
manok's sands Crossing the prairies, dwelling again in Chicago, dwelling in every
town, Observing shows, births, improvements, structures, arts, Listening to orators and oratresses in public halls, Of and through the States as during life, each man and woman
my neighbor, The Louisianian, the Georgian, as near to me, and I as near to
him and her, The Mississippian and Arkansian yet with me, and I yet with any