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1 I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observing a…
TO-DAY a rude brief recitative, Of ships sailing the seas, each with its special flag or ship-signal, Of unnamed heroes in the ships—of waves spreading and spread- ing far as the eye can reach, Of dashing spray, and the winds piping…
SPLENDOR of ended day floating and filling me, Hour prophetic, hour resuming the past, Inflating my throat, you divine average, You earth and life till the last ray gleams I sing. Open mouth of my soul uttering gladness, Eyes of…
Sometimes with one I love I fill myself with rage for fear I effuse unreturn’d love, But now I think there is no unreturn’d love, the pay is certain one way or another (I loved a certain person ardently and…
SOLID, ironical, rolling orb! Master of all, and matter of fact!—at last I accept your terms; Bringing to practical, vulgar tests, of all my ideal dreams, And of me, as lover and hero.
————— 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…