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Leaves of Grass (1867)

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LEAVES OF GRASS.

1.

¹ THERE was a child went forth every day;

And the first object he look'd upon, that object he be-
came;

And that object became part of him for the day, or a
certain part of the day, or for many years, or
stretching cycles of years.

² The early lilacs became part of this child,

And grass, and white and red morning-glories, and
white and red clover, and the song of the phoebe-
bird,

And the Third-month lambs, and the sow's pink-faint
litter, and the mare's foal, and the cow's calf,

And the noisy brood of the barn-yard, or by the mire
of the pond-side,

And the fish suspending themselves so curiously below
there—and the beautiful curious liquid,

And the water-plants with their graceful flat heads—
all became part of him.

³ The field-sprouts of Fourth-month and Fifth-month
became part of him;

Winter-grain sprouts, and those of the light-yellow
corn, and the esculent roots of the garden,

And the apple-trees cover'd with blossoms, and the
fruit afterward, and wood-berries, and the com-
monest weeds by the road;

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And the old drunkard staggering home from the out-
house of the tavern, whence he had lately risen,

And the school-mistress that pass'd on her way to the
school,

And the friendly boys that pass'd—and the quarrel-
some boys,

And the tidy and fresh-cheek'd girls—and the bare-
foot negro boy and girl,

And all the changes of city and country, wherever he
went.

⁴ His own parents;

He that had father'd him, and she that had conceiv'd
him in her womb, and birth'd him,

They gave this child more of themselves than that;

They gave him afterward every day—they became part
of him.

⁵ The mother at home, quietly placing the dishes on
the supper-table;

The mother with mild words—clean her cap and gown.
a wholesome odor falling off her person and
clothes as she walks by;

The father, strong, self-sufficient, manly, mean, anger'd.
unjust;

The blow, the quick loud word, the tight bargain, the
crafty lure,

The family usages, the language, the company, the fur-
niture—the yearning and swelling heart,

Affection that will not be gainsay'd—the sense of what
is real—the thought if, after all, it should prove
unreal,

The doubts of day-time and the doubts of night-time
—the curious whether and how,

Whether that which appears so is so, or is it all flashes
and specks?

Men and women crowding fast in the streets—if they
are not flashes and specks, what are they?

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The streets themselves, and the façades of houses, and
goods in the windows,

Vehicles, teams, the heavy-plank'd wharves—the
huge crossing at the ferries,

The village on the highland, seen from afar at sun-
set—the river between,

Shadows, aureola and mist, light falling on roofs and
gables of white or brown, three miles off,

The schooner near by, sleepily dropping down the
tide—the little boat slack-tow'd astern,

The hurrying tumbling waves, quick-broken crests,
slapping,

The strata of color'd clouds, the long bar of maroon-
tint, away solitary by itself—the spread of pur-
ity it lies motionless in,

The horizon's edge, the flying sea-crow, the fragrance
of salt-marsh and shore-mud;

These became part of that child who went forth every
day, and who now goes, and will always go forth
every day.

2.

¹ MYSELF and mine gymnastic ever,

To stand the cold or heat—to take good aim with a
gun—to sail a boat—to manage horses—to be-
get superb children,

To speak readily and clearly—to feel at home among
common people,

And to hold our own in terrible positions, on land
and sea.

² Not for an embroiderer;

(There will always be plenty of embroiderers—I wel-
come them also;)

But for the fibre of things, and for inherent men and
women.

³ Not to chisel ornaments,

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But to chisel with free stroke the heads and limbs of
plenteous Supreme Gods, that The States may
realize them, walking and talking.

⁴ Let me have my own way;

Let others promulge the laws—I will make no account
of the laws;

Let others praise eminent men and hold up peace—
I hold up agitation and conflict;

I praise no eminent man—I rebuke to his face the one
that was thought most worthy.

⁵ (Who are you? you mean devil! And what are you
secretly guilty of, all your life?

Will you turn aside all your life? Will you grub and
chatter all your life?)

⁶ (And who are you—blabbing by rote, years, pages,
languages, reminiscences,

Unwitting to-day that you do not know how to speak
a single word?)

⁷ Let others finish specimens—I never finish speci-
mens;

I shower them by exhaustless laws, as nature does,
fresh and modern continually.

⁸ I give nothing as duties;

What others give as duties, I give as living impulses;

(Shall I give the heart's action as a duty?)

⁹ Let others dispose of questions—I dispose of noth-
ing—I arouse unanswerable questions;

Who are they I see and touch, and what about them?

What about these likes of myself, that draw me so close
by tender directions and indirections?

¹⁰ I call to the world to distrust the accounts of my
friends, but listen to my enemies—as I myself do;

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I charge you, too, forever, reject those who would ex-
pound me—for I cannot expound myself;

I charge that there be no theory or school founded out
of me;

I charge you to leave all free, as I have left all free.

¹¹ After me, vista!

O, I see life is not short, but immeasurably long;

I henceforth tread the world, chaste, temperate, an
early riser, a steady grower,

Every hour the semen of centuries—and still of cen-
turies.

¹² I will follow up these continual lessons of the air,
water, earth;

I perceive I have no time to lose.

3.

¹ WHO learns my lesson complete?

Boss, journeyman, apprentice—churchman and athe-
ist,

The stupid and the wise thinker—parents and off-
spring—merchant, clerk, porter, and customer,

Editor, author, artist, and schoolboy—Draw nigh and
commence;

It is no lesson—it lets down the bars to a good lesson,

And that to another, and every one to another still.

² The great laws take and effuse without argument;

I am of the same style, for I am their friend,

I love them quits and quits—I do not halt and make
salaams.

³ I lie abstracted, and hear beautiful tales of things,
and the reasons of things

They are so beautiful, I nudge myself to listen.

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⁴ I cannot say to any person what I hear—I cannot
say it to myself—it is very wonderful.

⁵ It is no small matter, this round and delicious globe.
         moving so exactly in its orbit forever and ever,
         without one jolt, or the untruth of a single
         second;

I do not think it was made in six days, nor in ten
thousand years, nor ten billions of years,

Nor plann'd and built one thing after another, as an
architect plans and builds a house.

⁶ I do not think seventy years is the time of a man or
woman,

Nor that seventy millions of years is the time of a
man or woman,

Nor that years will ever stop the existence of me, or
any one else.

⁷ Is it wonderful that I should be immortal? as every
one is immortal;

I know it is wonderful—but my eye-sight is equally
wonderful, and how I was conceived in my
mother's womb is equally wonderful;

And pass'd from a babe, in the creeping trance of
a couple of summers and winters, to articulate
and walk—All this is equally wonderful.

⁸ And that my Soul embraces you this hour, and we
         affect each other without ever seeing each other,
         and never perhaps to see each other, is every
         bit as wonderful.

⁹ And that I can think such thoughts as these, is just
as wonderful;

And that I can remind you, and you think them and
know them to be true, is just as wonderful.

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¹⁰ And that the moon spins round the earth, and on
with the earth, is equally wonderful;

And that they balance themselves with the sun and
stars, is equally wonderful.

4.

¹ WHOEVER you are, I fear you are walking the walks of
dreams,

I fear those supposed realities are to melt from under
your feet and hands;

Even now, your features, joys, speech, house, trade,
manners, troubles, follies, costume, crimes,
dissipate away from you,

Your true Soul and Body appear before me,

They stand forth out of affairs—out of commerce,
         shops, law, science, work, farms, clothes, the
         house, medicine, print, buying, selling, eating,
         drinking, suffering, dying.

² Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you,
that you be my poem;

I whisper with my lips close to your ear,

I have loved many women and men, but I love none
better than you.

³ O I have been dilatory and dumb;

I should have made my way straight to you long ago;

I should have blabb'd nothing but you, I should have
chanted nothing but you.

⁴ I will leave all, and come and make the hymns of
you;

None have understood you, but I understand you;

None have done justice to you—you have not done
justice to yourself;

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None but have found you imperfect—I only find no
imperfection in you;

None but would subordinate you—I only am he who
will never consent to subordinate you;

I only am he who places over you no master, owner,
better, God, beyond what waits intrinsically in
yourself.

⁵ Painters have painted their swarming groups, and
the centre figure of all;

From the head of the centre figure spreading a nim-
bus of gold-color'd light;

But I paint myriads of heads, but paint no head with-
out its nimbus of gold-color'd light;

From my hand, from the brain of every man and
woman it streams, effulgently flowing forever.

⁶ O I could sing such grandeurs and glories about
you!

You have not known what you are—you have slum-
ber'd upon yourself all your life;

Your eye-lids have been the same as closed most of
the time;

What you have done returns already in mockeries;

(Your thrift, knowledge, prayers, if they do not return
in mockeries, what is their return?)

⁷ The mockeries are not you;

Underneath them, and within them, I see you lurk;

I pursue you where none else has pursued you;

Silence, the desk, the flippant expression, the night,
         the accustom'd routine, if these conceal you from
         others, or from yourself, they do not conceal you
         from me;

The shaved face, the unsteady eye, the impure com-
plexion, if these balk others, they do not balk
me,

The pert apparel, the deform'd attitude, drunkenness,
greed, premature death, all these I part aside.

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⁸ There is no endowment in man or woman that is
not tallied in you;

There is no virtue, no beauty, in man or woman, but as
good is in you;

No pluck, no endurance in others, but as good is in
you;

No pleasure waiting for others, but an equal pleasure
waits for you.

⁹ As for me, I give nothing to any one, except I give
the like carefully to you;

I sing the songs of the glory of none, not God, sooner
than I sing the songs of the glory of you.

¹⁰ Whoever you are! claim your own at any hazard!

These shows of the east and west are tame compared
to you;

These immense meadows—these interminable rivers—
you are immense and interminable as they;

These furies, elements, storms, motions of Nature,
throes of apparent dissolution—you are he or
she who is master or mistress over them,

Master or mistress in your own right over Nature,
elements, pain, passion, dissolution.

¹¹ The hopples fall from your ankles—you find an un-
failing sufficiency;

Old or young, male or female, rude, low, rejected by
the rest, whatever you are promulges itself;

Through birth, life, death, burial, the means are pro-
vided, nothing is scanted;

Through angers, losses, ambition, ignorance, ennui,
what you are picks it way.

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