Poems By Walt Whitman Part 3

The SOUL!

For ever and for ever--longer than soil is brown and solid--longer than water ebbs and flows.

I will make the poems of materials, for I think they are to be the most spiritual poems; And I will make the poems of my body and of mortality, For I think I shall then supply myself with the poems of my soul, and of immortality.

I will make a song for these States, that no one State may under any circ.u.mstances be subjected to another State; And I will make a song that there shall be comity by day and by night between all the States, and between any two of them; And I will make a song for the ears of the President, full of weapons with menacing points, And behind the weapons countless dissatisfied faces: And a song make I, of the One formed out of all; The fanged and glittering one whose head is over all; Resolute, warlike one, including and over all; However high the head of any else, that head is over all.

I will acknowledge contemporary lands; I will trail the whole geography of the globe, and salute courteously every city large and small; And employments! I will put in my poems, that with you is heroism, upon land and sea--And I will report all heroism from an American point of view; And s.e.xual organs and acts! do you concentrate in me--for I am determined to tell you with courageous clear voice, to prove you ill.u.s.trious.

I will sing the song of companionship; I will show what alone must finally compact these; I believe These are to found their own ideal of manly love, indicating it in me; I will therefore let flame from me the burning fires that were threatening to consume me; I will lift what has too long kept down those smouldering fires; I will give them complete abandonment; I will write the evangel-poem of comrades and of love; For who but I should understand love, with all its sorrow and joy?

And who but I should be the poet of comrades?

8.

I am the credulous man of qualities, ages, races; I advance from the people _en ma.s.se_ in their own spirit; Here is what sings unrestricted faith.

Omnes! Omnes! let others ignore what they may; I make the poem of evil also--I commemorate that part also; I am myself just as much evil as good, and my nation is--And I say there is in fact no evil, Or if there is, I say it is just as important to you, to the land, or to me, as anything else.

I too, following many, and followed by many, inaugurate a Religion--I too go to the wars; It may be I am destined to utter the loudest cries thereof, the winner's pealing shouts; Who knows? they may rise from me yet, and soar above everything.

Each is not for its own sake; I say the whole earth, and all the stars in the sky, are for religion's sake.

I say no man has ever yet been half devout enough; None has ever yet adored or worshipped half enough; None has begun to think how divine he himself is, and how certain the future is.

I say that the real and permanent grandeur of these States must be their religion; Otherwise there is no real and permanent grandeur; Nor character, nor life worthy the name, without religion; Nor land, nor man or woman, without religion.

9.

What are you doing, young man?

Are you so earnest--so given up to literature, science, art, amours?

These ostensible realities, politics, points?

Your ambition or business, whatever it may be?

It is well--Against such I say not a word--I am their poet also; But behold! such swiftly subside--burnt up for religion's sake; For not all matter is fuel to heat, impalpable flame, the essential life of the earth, Any more than such are to religion.

10.

What do you seek, so pensive and silent?

What do you need, Camerado?

Dear son! do you think it is love?

Listen, dear son--listen, America, daughter or son!

It is a painful thing to love a man or woman to excess--and yet it satisfies--it is great; But there is something else very great--it makes the whole coincide; It, magnificent, beyond materials, with continuous hands, sweeps and provides for all.

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Know you: to drop in the earth the germs of a greater religion, The following chants, each for its kind, I sing.

My comrade!

For you, to share with me, two greatnesses--and a third one, rising inclusive and more resplendent, The greatness of Love and Democracy--and the greatness of Religion.

Melange mine own! the unseen and the seen; Mysterious ocean where the streams empty; Prophetic spirit of materials shifting and flickering around me; Living beings, ident.i.ties, now doubtless near us in the air, that we know not of; Contact daily and hourly that will not release me; These selecting--these, in hints, demanded of me.

Not he with a daily kiss onward from childhood kissing me Has winded and twisted around me that which holds me to him, Any more than I am held to the heavens, to the spiritual world, And to the ident.i.ties of the G.o.ds, my lovers, faithful and true, After what they have done to me, suggesting themes.

O such themes! Equalities!

O amazement of things! O divine average!

O warblings under the sun--ushered, as now, or at noon, or setting!

O strain, musical, flowing through ages--now reaching hither, I take to your reckless and composite chords--I add to them, and cheerfully pa.s.s them forward.

12.

As I have walked in Alabama my morning walk, I have seen where the she-bird, the mocking-bird, sat on her nest in the briars, hatching her brood.

I have seen the he-bird also; I have paused to hear him, near at hand, inflating his throat, and joyfully singing.

And while I paused, it came to me that what he really sang for was not there only, Nor for his mate nor himself only, nor all sent back by the echoes; But subtle, clandestine, away beyond, A charge transmitted, and gift occult, for those being born.

13.

Democracy!

Near at hand to you a throat is now inflating itself and joyfully singing.

Ma femme!

For the brood beyond us and of us, For those who belong here, and those to come, I, exultant, to be ready for them, will now shake out carols stronger and haughtier than have ever yet been heard upon earth.

I will make the songs of pa.s.sion, to give them their way, And your songs, outlawed offenders--for I scan you with kindred eyes, and carry you with me the same as any.

I will make the true poem of riches,-- To earn for the body and the mind whatever adheres, and goes forward, and is not dropped by death.

I will effuse egotism, and show it underlying all--and I will be the bard of personality; And I will show of male and female that either is but the equal of the other; And I will show that there is no imperfection in the present--and can be none in the future; And I will show that, whatever happens to anybody, it may be turned to beautiful results--and I will show that nothing can happen more beautiful than death; And I will thread a thread through my poems that time and events are compact, And that all the things of the universe are perfect miracles, each as profound as any.

I will not make poems with reference to parts; But I will make leaves, poems, poemets, songs, says, thoughts, with reference to ensemble: And I will not sing with reference to a day, but with reference to all days; And I will not make a poem, nor the least part of a poem, but has reference to the soul; Because, having looked at the objects of the universe, I find there is no one, nor any particle of one, but has reference to the soul.

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Was somebody asking to see the Soul?

See! your own shape and countenance--persons, substances, beasts, the trees, the running rivers, the rocks and sands.

All hold spiritual joys, and afterwards loosen them: How can the real body ever die, and be buried?

Of your real body, and any man's or woman's real body, Item for item, it will elude the hands of the corpse-cleaners, and pa.s.s to fitting spheres, Carrying what has accrued to it from the moment of birth to the moment of death.

Not the types set up by the printer return their impression, the meaning, the main concern, Any more than a man's substance and life, or a woman's substance and life, return in the body and the soul, Indifferently before death and after death.