The Walt Whitman Archive
Leaves of Grass (1881-82)
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ONE HOUR TO MADNESS AND JOY.
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ONE hour to madness and joy! O furious! O confine me not!
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(What is this that frees me so in storms?
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What do my shouts amid lightnings and raging winds mean?)
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O to drink the mystic deliria deeper than any other man!
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O savage and tender achings! (I bequeath them to you my
children,
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I tell them to you, for reasons, O bridegroom and bride.)
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O to be yielded to you whoever you are, and you to be yielded to
me in defiance of the world!
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O to return to Paradise! O bashful and feminine!
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O to draw you to me, to plant on you for the first time the lips of
a determin'd man.
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O the puzzle, the thrice-tied knot, the deep and dark pool, all
untied and illumin'd!
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O to speed where there is space enough and air enough at last!
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To be absolv'd from previous ties and conventions, I from mine
and you from yours!
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To find a new unthought-of nonchalance with the best of Nature!
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To have the gag remov'd from one's mouth!
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To have the feeling to-day or any day I am sufficient as I am.
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O something unprov'd! something in a trance!
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To escape utterly from others' anchors and holds!
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To drive free! to love free! to dash reckless and dangerous!
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To court destruction with taunts, with invitations!
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To ascend, to leap to the heavens of the love indicated to me!
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To rise thither with my inebriate soul!
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To be lost if it must be so!
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To feed the remainder of life with one hour of fulness and freedom!
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With one brief hour of madness and joy.
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