by Walt Whitman
punctually come forever and ever.
And as to you death, and you bitter hug of mortality .... it is idle to try to alarm me.
To his work without flinching the accoucheurvcomes,
I see the elderhand pressing receiving supporting,
I recline by the sills of the exquisite flexible doors .... and mark
the outlet, and mark the relief and escape.
And as to you corpse I think you are good manure, but that does
not offend me,
I smell the white roses sweetscented and growing,
I reach to the leafy lips .... I reach to the polished breasts of
melons,
And as to you life, I reckon you are the leavings of many deaths,
No doubt I have died myself ten thousand times before.
I hear you whispering there O stars of heaven,
O suns .... O grass of graves .... O perpetual transfers and
promotions .... if you do not say anything how can I say
anything?
Of the turbid pool that lies in the autumn forest,
Of the moon that descends the steeps of the soughing twilight,
Toss, sparkles of day and dusk .... toss on the black stems that
decay in the muck,
Toss to the moaning gibberish of the dry limbs.
I ascend from the moon .... I ascend from the night,
And perceive of the ghastly glitter the sunbeams reflected,
And debouch to the steady and central from the offspring great or
small.
There is that in me .... I do not know what it is .... but I know it is in me.
Wrenched and sweaty .... calm and cool then my body becomes; I sleep .... I sleep long.
I do not know it .... it is without name .... it is a word
unsaid,
It is not in any dictionary or utterance or symbol.
Something it swings on more than the earth I swing on,
To it the creation is the friend whose embracing awakes me.
Perhaps I might tell more .... Outlines! I plead for my brothers and sisters.
Do you see O my brothers and sisters?
It is not chaos or death .... it is form and union and plan .... it
is eternal life .... it is happiness.
The past and present wilt .... I have filled them and emptied
them,
And proceed to fill my next fold of the future.
Listener up there! Here you .... what have you to confide to me?
Look in my face while I snuff the sidle of evening,
Talk honestly, for no one else hears you, and I stay only a minute
longer.
Do I contradict myself?
Very well then .... I contradict myself;
I am large .... I contain multitudes.
I concentrate toward them that are nigh .... I wait on the door-slab.
Who has done his day’s work and will soonest be through with his
supper?
Who wishes to walk with me?
Will you speak before I am gone? Will you prove already too late?
The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me .... he complains of my gab and my loitering.
I too am not a bit tamed .... I too am untranslatable,
I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.29
The last scud of day holds back for me,
It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on the shadowed
wilds,
It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk.
I depart as air .... I shake my white locks at the runaway sun,
I effuse my flesh in eddies and drift it in lacy jags.
I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,
If you want me again look for me under your bootsoles.
You will hardly know who I am or what I mean,
But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,
And filter and fibre your blood.
Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged,
Missing me one place search another,
I stop some where waiting for you30
[A Song for Occupations]
COME closer to me,
Push close my lovers and take the best I possess,
Yield closer and closer and give me the best you possess.
This is unfinished business with me .... how is it with you?
I was chilled with the cold types and cylinder and wet paper
between us.
I pass so poorly with paper and types31.... I must pass with the
contact of bodies and souls.
I do not thank you for liking me as I am, and liking the touch of
me .... I know that it is good for you to do so.
Were all educations practical and ornamental well displayed out
of me, what would it amount to?
Were I as the head teacher or charitable proprietor or wise
statesman, what would it amount to?
Were I to you as the boss employing and paying you, would that
satisfy you?
The learned and virtuous and benevolent, and the usual terms;
A man like me, and never the usual terms.
Neither a servant nor a master am I,
I take no sooner a large price than a small price .... I will have
my own whoever enjoys me,
I will be even with you, and you shall be even with me.
If you are a workman or workwoman I stand as nigh as the
nighest that works in the same shop,
If you bestow gifts on your brother or dearest friend, I demand as
good as your brother or dearest friend,
If your lover or husband or wife is welcome by day or night, I
must be personally as welcome;
If you have become degraded or ill, then I will become so for
your sake;
If you remember your foolish and outlawed deeds, do you think I
cannot remember my foolish and outlawed deeds?
If you carouse at the table I say I will carouse at the opposite side
of the table;
If you meet some stranger in the street and love him or her, do I
not often meet strangers in the street and love them?
If you see a good deal remarkable in me I see just as much
remarkable in you.
Why what have you thought of yourself?
Is it you then that thought yourself less?
Is it you that thought the President greater than you? or the rich
better off than you? or the educated wiser than you?
Because you are greasy or pimpled—or that you was once drunk, or a thief, or diseased, or rheumatic, or a prostitute—or are so now—or from frivolity or impotence—or that you are no scholar, and never saw your name in print .... do you give in that you are any less immortal?
Souls of men and women! it is not you I call unseen, unheard,
untouchable and untouching;
It is not you I go argue pro and con about, and to settle whether
you are alive or no;
I own publicly who you are, if nobody else owns .... and see and
hear you, and what you give and take;
What is there you cannot give and take?
I see not merely that you are polite or whitefaced .... married or
single .... citizens of old states or citizens of new states ....
eminent in some profession .... a lady or gentleman in a
parlor .... or dressed in the jail uniform .... or pulpit
uniform,
Not only the free Utahan, Kansian, or Arkansian .... not only the
free Cuban ... not merely the slave .... not Mexican native,
or Flatfoot, or negro from Africa,
Iroquois eating the warflesh—fishtearer in his lair of rocks and
sand .... Esquimaux in the dark cold snowhous
e ....
Chinese with his transverse eyes .... Bedowee—or wandering
nomad—or tabounschikw at the head of his droves,
Grown, half-grown, and babe—of this country and every country,
indoors and outdoors I see .... and all else is behind or
through them.
The wife—and she is not one jot less than the husband,
The daughter—and she is just as good as the son,
The mother—and she is every bit as much as the father.
Offspring of those not rich—boys apprenticed to trades,
Young fellows working on farms and old fellows working on farms;
The naive .... the simple and hardy .... he going to the polls
to vote .... he who has a good time, and he who has a bad
time;
Mechanics, southerners, new arrivals, sailors, mano‘warsmen,
merchantmen, coasters,
All these I see .... but nigher and farther the same I see;
None shall escape me, and none shall wish to escape me.
I bring what you much need, yet always have,
I bring not money or amours or dress or eating .... but I bring as
good;
And send no agent or riiedium .... and offer no representative of
value—but offer the value itself.
There is something that comes home to one now and perpetually,
It is not what is printed or preached or discussed .... it eludes
discussion and print,
It is not to be put in a book .... it is not in this book,
It is for you whoever you are .... it is no farther from you than
your hearing and sight are from you,
It is hinted by nearest and commonest and readiest .... it is not
them, though it is endlessly provoked by them .... What is
there ready and near you now?
You may read in many languages and read nothing about it;
You may read the President’s message and read nothing about it
there;
Nothing in the reports from the state department or treasury
department .... or in the daily papers, or the weekly papers,
Or in the census returns or assessors’ returns or prices current or
any accounts of stock.
The sun and stars that float in the open air .... the appleshaped
earth and we upon it .... surely the drift of them is
something grand;
I do not know what it is except that it is grand, and that it is
happiness,
And that the enclosing purport of us here is not a speculation,
or bon-mot or reconnoissance,
And that it is not something which by luck may turn out well for
us, and without luck must be a failure for us,
And not something which may yet be retracted in a certain
contingency.
The light and shade—the curious sense of body and identity—the
greed that with perfect complaisance devours all things—the
endless pride and outstretching of man—unspeakable joys
and sorrows,
The wonder every one sees in every one else he sees .... and the
wonders that fill each minute of time forever and each acre of
surface and space forever,
Have you reckoned them as mainly for a trade or farmwork? or for
the profits of a store? or to achieve yourself a position? or to
fill a gentleman’s leisure or a lady’s leisure?
Have you reckoned the landscape took substance and form that it
might be painted in a picture?
Or men and women that they might be written of, and songs sung?
Or the attraction of gravity and the great laws and harmonious
combinations and the fluids of the air as subjects for the
savans?
Or the brown land and the blue sea for maps and charts?
Or the stars to be put in constellations and named fancy names?
Or that the growth of seeds is for agricultural tables or agriculture
itself?
Old institutions .... these arts libraries legends collections—and the practice handed along in manufactures .... will we rate them so high?
Will we rate our prudence and business so high? .... I have no
objection,
I rate them as high as the highest .... but a child born of a
woman and man I rate beyond all rate.
We thought our Union grand and our Constitution grand;
I do not say they are not grand and good—for they are,
I am this day just as much in love with them as you,
But I am eternally in love with you and with all my fellows upon
the earth.
We consider the bibles and religions divine .... I do not say they
are not divine,
I say they have all grown out of you and may grow out of you
still,
It is not they who give the life .... it is you who give the life;
Leaves are not more shed from the trees or trees from the earth
than they are shed out of you.
The sum of all known value and respect I add up in you whoever
you are;
The President is up there in the White House for you .... it is
not you who are here for him,
The Secretaries act in their bureaus for you .... not you here for
them,
The Congress convenes every December for you,
Laws, courts, the forming of states, the charters of cities, the going
and coming of commerce and mails are all for you.
All doctrines, all politics and civilization exurge from you,
All sculpture and monuments and anything inscribed anywhere
are tallied in you,
The gist of histories and statistics as far back as the records reach
is in you this hour—and myths and tales the same;
If you were not breathing and walking here where would they all
be?
The most renowned poems would be ashes .... orations and
plays would be vacuums.
All architecture is what you do to it when you look upon it;
Did you think it was in the white or gray stone? or the lines of the
arches and cornices?
All music is what awakens from you when you are reminded by
the instruments,
It is not the violins and the cornets .... it is not the oboe nor the
beating drums—nor the notes of the baritone singer singing
his sweet romanza .... nor those of the men’s chorus, nor
those of the women’s chorus,
It is nearer and farther than they.
Will the whole come back then?
Can each see the signs of the best by a look in the lookingglass? Is
there nothing greater or more?
Does all sit there with you and here with me?
The old forever new things .... you foolish child! .... the closest
simplest things—this moment with you,
Your person and every particle that relates to your person,
The pulses of your brain waiting their chance and
encouragement at every deed or sight;
Anything you do in public by day, and anything you do in secret
betweendays,
What is called right and what is called wrong .... what you
behold or touch .... what causes your anger or wonder,
The anklechain of the slave, the bed of the bedhouse, the cards of
the gambler, the plates of the forger;
What is seen or learned in the street, or intuitively learned,
What is learned in the public school—spelling, reading, writing
and ciphering .... the blackboard a
nd the teacher’s diagrams:
The panes of the windows and all that appears through them ....
the going forth in the morning and the aimless spending of
the day;
(What is it that you made money? what is it that you got what you
wanted?)
The usual routine .... the workshop, factory, yard, office, store,
or desk;
The jaunt of hunting or fishing, or the life of hunting or fishing,
Pasturelife, foddering, milking and herding, and all the personnel
and usages;
The plum-orchard and apple-orchard .... gardening ....
seedlings, cuttings, flowers and vines,
Grains and manures.. marl, clay, loam .. the subsoil plough .. the
shovel and pick and rake and hoe .. irrigation and draining;
The currycomb .. the horse-cloth .. the halter and bridle and
bits .. the very wisps of straw,
The barn and barn-yard .. the bins and mangers.. the mows and
racks:
Manufactures.. commerce .. engineering .. the building of
cities, and every trade carried on there .. and the implements
of every trade,
The anvil and tongs and hammer.. the axe and wedge .. the
square and mitre and jointer and smoothingplane;
The plumbob and trowel and level .. the wall-scaffold, and the
work of walls and ceilings .. or any mason-work:
The ship’s compass .. the sailor’s tarpaulin .. the stays and
lanyards, and the ground-tackle for anchoring or mooring,
The sloop’s tiller .. the pilot’s wheel and bell .. the yacht or fish
smack .. the great gay-pennanted three-hundred-foot
steamboat under full headway, with her proud fat breasts and
her delicate swift-flashing paddles;
The trail and line and hooks and sinkers.. the seine, and hauling
the seine;
Smallarms and rifles .... the powder and shot and caps and
wadding .... the ordnance for war .... the carriages:
