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Song of the Open Road - from "Song of the Open Road"
- Walt Whitman
Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.
Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune,
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms,
Strong and content I travel the open road.
The earth, that is sufficient,
I do not want the constellations any nearer,
I know they are very well where they are,
I know they suffice for those who belong to them.
(Still here I carry my old delicious burdens,
I carry them, men and women, I carry them with me wherever I go,
I swear it is impossible for me to get rid of them,
I am fill'd with them; and I will fill them in return.)
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Cavalry Crossing A Ford
- Walt Whitman
A LINE in long array,
where they wind betwixt green islands;
They take a serpentine course?their arms flash in the sun?
Hark to the musical clank;
Behold the silvery river?in it the splashing
horses, loitering, stop to drink;
Behold the brown-faced men? each group, each person,
a picture?the negligent rest on the saddles;
Some emerge on the opposite bank?others are
just entering the ford?while,
Scarlet, and blue, and snowy white,
The guidon flags flutter gaily in the wind.
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O Captain! My Captain!
- Walt whitman
O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up?for you the flag is flung?for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths?for you
the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
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To A Stranger
- Walt Whitman
PASSING stranger! you do not know
how longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me as of a dream,)
I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,
All is recall'd as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate,
chaste, matured,
You grew up with me, were a boy with me or a girl with me,
I ate with you and slept with you, your body has become not yours
only nor left my body mine only,
You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass, you
take of my beard, breast, hands, in return,
I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or
wake at night alone,
I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again,
I am to see to it that I do not lose you.
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- ÈÖÆ®¸Õ
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The Beast
- Walt Whitman
I think I could turn and live with animals,
they are so placid and self-contain'd;
I stand and look at them long and long.
They do not sweat and whine about their condition;
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins;
They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God;
Not one is dissatisfied-not one is demented
with mania of owning things;
Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind
that lived thousands of years ago;
Not one is respectable or unhappy over the whole earth.
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- ÈÖÆ®¸Õ
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