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————— ¹ TO conclude—I announce what comes after me, The thought must be promulged, that all I know at any time suffices for that time only—not subse- quent time; I announce greater offspring, orators, days, and then depart. ²…
So far, and so far, and on toward the end, Singing what is sung in this book, from the irresistible impulses of me; But whether I continue beyond this book, to maturity, Whether I shall dart forth the true rays,…
Small the theme of my Chant, yet the greatest—namely, One’s- Self—a simple, separate person. That, for the use of the New World, I sing. Man’s physiology complete, from top to toe, I sing. Not physi- ognomy alone, nor brain alone,…
SHUT not your doors to me proud libraries, For that which was lacking on all your well-fill’d shelves, yet needed most, I bring, Forth from the war emerging, a book I have made, The words of my book nothing, the drift…
A HINT TO SCIENTISTS. BY WALT WHITMAN. I DOUBT it not; then more, immeasurably more, In each old song bequeathed, in every noble page or text, (Different, something unreck’d before, some unsuspected author,) In every object—mountain, tree, and star—in every birth and life, As…
SCENTED herbage of my breast, Leaves from you I glean, I write, to be perused best afterwards, Tomb-leaves, body-leaves growing up above me above death, Perennial roots, tall leaves, O the winter shall not freeze you delicate leaves, Every year shall…
————— 1. I SAY whatever tastes sweet to the most perfect per- son, that is finally right. 2. I SAY nourish a great intellect, a great brain; If I have said anything to the contrary, I hereby retract it. …
THITHER, as I look, I see each result and glory retracing itself and nestling close, always obligated; Thither hours, months, years—thither trades, compacts, establishments, even the most minute; Thither every-day life, speech, utensils, politics, persons, estates; Thither we also, I…
————— ¹ O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman! Such gliding wonders! Such sights and sounds! Such joined unended links, each hooked to the next! Each answering all—each sharing the earth with all. ² What widens within you, Walt Whitman? What waves and…
HEAVE the anchor short! Raise main-sail and jib—steer forth, O little white-hull’d sloop, now speed on really deep waters, (I will not call it our concluding voyage, But outset and sure entrance to the truest, best, maturest;) Depart, depart from solid…