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Leaves of Grass
Walt Whitman
Leaves of Grass.
Walt Whitman
And what I assume you shall assume;
For every atom belonging to me, as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my Soul;
I lean and loafe at my ease, observing a spear of summer grass.
Houses and rooms are full of perfumesthe shelves are crowded with perfumes;
I breathe the fragrance myself, and know it and like it;
The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it.
The atmosphere is not a perfumeit has no taste of the distillationit is odorless;
It is for my mouth foreverI am in love with it;
I will go to the bank by the wood, and become undisguised and naked;
I am mad for it to be in contact with me.
The smoke of my own breath;
, buzzd whispers, love-root, silk-thread, crotch and vine;
My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the passing of blood and air through my lungs;
The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore, and dark-colord sea-rocks, and of hay in the barn;
The sound of the belchd words of my voice, words loosd to the eddies of the wind;
A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around of arms;
The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple boughs wag;
The delight alone, or in the rush of the streets, or along the fields and hill-sides;
The feeling of health, the full-noon trill, the song of me rising from bed and meeting the sun.
Have you reckond a thousand acres much? have you reckond the earth much?
Have you practisd so long to learn to read?
Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems?
Stop this day and night with me, and you shall possess the origin of all poems;
You shall possess the good of the earth and sun(there are millions of suns left;)
You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look through the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the spectres in books;
You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me:
You shall listen to all sides, and filter them from yourself.
I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the beginning and the end;
But I do not talk of the beginning or the end.
There was never any more inception than there is now,
Nor any more youth or age than there is now;
And will never be any more perfection than there is now,
Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.
Urge, and urge, and urge;
Always the procreant urge of the world.
Out of the dimness opposite equals advancealways substance and increase, always
Always a knit of identityalways distinctionalways a breed of life.
To elaborate is no availlearnd and unlearnd feel that it is so.
Sure as the most certain sure, plumb in the uprights, well entretied, braced in the beams,
Stout as a horse, affectionate, haughty, electrical,
I and this mystery, here we stand.
Clear and sweet is my Soul, and clear and sweet is all that is not my Soul.
Lack one lacks both, and the unseen is proved by the seen,
Till that becomes unseen, and receives proof in its turn.
Showing the best, and dividing it from the worst, age vexes age;
Knowing the perfect fitness and equanimity of things, while they discuss I am silent, and go bathe and admire myself.
Welcome is every organ and attribute of me, and of any man hearty and clean;
Not an inch, nor a particle of an inch, is vile, and none shall be less familiar than the rest.
I am satisfiedI see, dance, laugh, sing:
As the hugging and loving
sleeps at my side through the night, and withdraws at the peep of the
, with stealthy tread,
Leaving me baskets coverd with white towels, swelling the house with their plenty,
Shall I postpone my acceptation and realization, and scream at my eyes,
That they turn from gazing after and down the road,
And forthwith cipher and
me a cent,
Exactly the contents of one, and exactly the contents of two, and which is ahead?
Trippers and askers surround me;
People I meetthe effect upon me of my early life,
the ward and city I live in, or the nation,
The latest dates, discoveries, inventions, societies, authors old and new,
My dinner, dress, associates,
, compliments, dues,
The real or fancied indifference of some man or woman I love,
The sickness of one of my folks, or of myself, or ill-doing, or loss or lack of money, or depressions or exaltations;
Battles, the horrors of fratricidal war, the fever of doubtful news, the fitful
These come to me days and nights, and go from me
But they are not the Me myself.
Apart from the pulling and hauling stands what I am;
Stands amused, complacent, compassionating, idle, unitary;
Looks down, is erect,
bends an arm on an impalpable certain rest,
Looking with side-curved head, curious what will come
Both in and out of the game, and watching and wondering at it.
Backward I see in my own days where I sweated through fog with linguists and contenders;
I have no mockings or argumentsI witness and wait.
I believe in you, my Soulthe other I am must not abase itself to you;
And you must not be abased to the other.
Loafe with me on the grassloose the stop from your throat;
Not words, not music or rhyme I wantnot custom or lecture, not even the best;
Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice.
I mind how
we lay, such a transparent summer morning;
you settled your head athwart my hips, and gently turnd over upon me,
And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart,
And reachd till you felt my beard, and reachd till you held my feet.
Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and knowledge that pass all the argument of the earth;
And I know that the hand of God is the
of my own,
And I know that the spirit of God is
brother of my own;
And that all the men ever born are also my brothers, and the women my sisters and lovers;
And that a kelson of the creation is love;
And limitless are leaves, stiff or drooping in the fields;
And brown ants in the little wells beneath them;
And mossy scabs of the worm fence, and heapd stones, elder, mullen and poke-weed.
A child said,
What is the grass?
fetching it to me with full hands;
How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is, any more than he.
I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven.
Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord,
A scented gift and remembrancer, designedly
Bearing the owners name someway in the corners, that we may see and remark, and say,
Or I guess the grass is itself a child, the produced babe of the vegetation.
Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic;
And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow zones,
Growing among black folks as among white;
Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the same, I receive them the same.
And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves.
Tenderly will I use you, curling grass;
It may be you transpire from the breasts of young men;
It may be if I had known them I would have loved them;
It may be you are from old people, and from women, and from offspring taken soon out of their mothers laps;
And here you are the mothers laps.
This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old mothers;
Darker than the colorless beards of old men;
Dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths.
O I perceive after all so many uttering tongues!
And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing.
I wish I could translate the hints about the dead young men and women,
And the hints about old men and mothers, and the offspring taken soon out of their laps.
What do you think has become of the young and old men?
And what do you think has become of the women and children?
They are alive and well somewhere;
The smallest sprout shows there is really no death;
And if ever there was, it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it,
And ceasd the moment life appeard.
All goes onward and outwardnothing collapses;
And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.
Has any one supposed it lucky to be born?
I hasten to inform him or her, it is just as lucky to die, and I know it.
I pass death with the dying, and birth with the new-washd babe, and am not containd between my hat and boots;
And peruse manifold objects, no two alike, and every one good;
The earth good, and the stars good, and their adjuncts all good.
I am not an earth, nor an adjunct of an earth;
I am the mate and companion of people, all just as immortal and fathomless as myself;
(They do not know how immortal, but I know.)
Every kind for itself and its ownfor me mine, male and female;
For me
that have been boys, and that love women;
For me the man that is proud, and feels how it stings to be slighted;
For me the sweet-heart and the old maidfor me mothers, and the mothers of mothers;
For me lips that have smiled, eyes that have shed tears;
For me children, and the begetters of children.
! you are not guilty to me, nor stale, nor discarded;
I see through the broadcloth and gingham, whether or no;
And am around, tenacious, acquisitive, tireless, and cannot be shaken away.
The little one sleeps in its cradle;
I lift the gauze, and look a long time, and silently brush away flies with my hand.
The youngster and the red-faced girl turn aside up the bushy hill;
I peeringly view them from the top.
The suicide sprawls on the bloody floor of the bed-room;
the corpse with its dabbled hairI note where the pistol has fallen.
The blab of the pave, the tires of
, sluff of boot-soles, talk of the promenaders;
The heavy omnibus, the driver with his interrogating thumb, the clank of the shod horses on the granite floor;
, the clinking, shouted jokes, pelts of snowballs;
The hurrahs for popular favorites, the fury of rousd mobs;
The flap of the curtaind litter, a sick man inside, borne to the hospital;
The meeting of enemies, the sudden oath, the blows and fall;
The excited crowd, the policeman with his star, quickly working his passage to the centre of the crowd;
The impassive stones that receive and return so many
What groans of over-fed or half-starvd who
sun-struck, or in fits;
What exclamations of women taken suddenly, who hurry home and give birth to babes;
What living and buried speech is always vibrating herewhat howls restraind by decorum;
Arrests of criminals, slights, adulterous offers made, acceptances, rejections with convex lips;
I mind them or the show or resonance of themI come, and I
The big doors of the country barn stand open and ready;
The dried grass of the harvest-time loads the slow-drawn wagon;
The clear light plays on the brown gray and green intertinged;
The armfuls are packd to the sagging mow.
I am thereI helpI came stretchd atop of the load;
I felt its soft joltsone leg reclined on the other;
I jump from the cross-beams, and seize the clover and timothy,
And roll head over heels, and tangle my hair full of wisps.
Alone, far in the wilds and mountains, I hunt,
Wandering, amazed at my own lightness and glee;
In the late afternoon choosing a safe spot to pass the night,
Kindling a fire and broiling the fresh-killd game;
on the gatherd leaves, with my dog and gun by my side.
The Yankee clipper is under
sky-sailsshe cuts the sparkle and scud;
My eyes settle the landI bend at her prow, or shout joyously from the deck.
The boatmen and clam-diggers arose early and
for me;
I tuckd my trowser-ends in my boots, and went and had a good time:
(You should have been with us that day round the chowder-kettle.)
I saw the marriage of the trapper in the open air in the far westthe bride was a red girl;
Her father and his friends sat
, cross-legged and dumbly smokingthey had moccasins to their feet, and large thick blankets hanging from their shoulders;
On a bank lounged the trapperhe was drest mostly in skinshis luxuriant beard and curls protected his
he held his bride by the hand;
She had long eyelashesher head was bareher coarse straight locks descended upon her voluptuous limbs and reachd to her feet.
The runaway slave came to my house and
I heard his motions crackling the twigs of the woodpile;
Through the swung half-door of the kitchen I saw him limpsy and weak,
And went where he sat on a log, and led him in and assured him,
And brought water, and filld a tub for his sweated body and bruisd feet,
And gave him a room that enterd from my own, and gave him some coarse clean clothes,
And remember perfectly well his revolving eyes and his awkwardness,
And remember putting plasters on the galls of his neck and ankles;
He staid with me a week before he was recuperated and passd north;
(I had him sit next me at tablemy fire-lock leand in the corner.)
Twenty-eight young men bathe by the shore;
Twenty-eight young men, and all so friendly:
Twenty-eight years of womanly life, and all so lonesome.
She owns the fine house by the rise of the bank;
She hides, handsome and richly drest, aft the blinds of the window.
Which of the young men does she like the best?
Ah, the homeliest of them is beautiful to her.
Where are you off to, lady? for I see you;
You splash in the water there, yet stay stock still in your room.
Dancing and laughing along the beach came the twenty-ninth bather;
The rest did not see her, but she saw them and loved them.
The beards of the young men glistend with wet, it ran from their long hair:
Little streams passd all over their bodies.
An unseen hand also passd over their bodies;
It descended tremblingly from their temples and ribs.
The young men float on their backstheir white bellies bulge to the sunthey do not ask who seizes fast to them;
They do not know who puffs and declines with pendant and bending arch;
They do not think whom they souse with spray.
The butcher-boy puts off his killing clothes, or sharpens his knife at the stall in the market;
I loiter, enjoying his repartee, and his shuffle and break-down.
Blacksmiths with grimed and hairy chests environ the anvil;
Each has his main-sledgethey are all out(there is a great heat in the fire.)
From the cinder-strewd threshold I follow their movements;
The lithe sheer of their waists plays even with their massive arms;
Over-hand the hammers
over-hand so slowover-hand so sure:
They do not hasteneach man hits in his place.
The negro holds firmly the reins of his four horsesthe block swags underneath on its tied-over chain;
The negro that drives the dray of the stone-yardsteady and tall he stands, poisd on one leg on the string-piece;
His blue shirt exposes his ample neck and breast, and loosens over his hip-band;
His glance is calm and commandinghe tosses the slouch of his hat away from his forehead;
The sun falls on his crispy hair and moustachefalls on the black of his polishd and perfect limbs.
I behold the picturesque giant, and love himand I do not stop there;
I go with the team also.
In me the caresser of life wherever movingbackward as well as forward slueing;
To niches aside and junior bending.
Oxen that rattle the yoke and
, or halt in the leafy shade! what is that you express in your eyes?
It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life.
My tread scares the wood-drake and wood-duck, on my distant and day-long ramble;
They rise togetherthey slowly circle around.
I believe in those wingd purposes,
red, yellow, white, playing within me,
green and violet, and the tufted crown, intentional;
And do not call the tortoise unworthy because she is not something else;
And the jay in the woods never studied the gamut, yet trills pretty well to
And the look of the bay mare shames silliness out of me.
The wild gander leads his flock through the cool night;
he says, and sounds it down to me like an invitation;
(The pert may suppose it meaningless, but I listen
I find its purpose and place up there toward the
The sharp-hoofd moose of the north, the cat on the house-sill, the chickadee, the prairie-dog,
The litter of the grunting sow as they tug at her teats,
The brood of the turkey-hen, and she with her half-spread wings;
I see in them and myself the same old law.
The press of my foot to the earth springs a hundred affections;
They scorn the best I can do to relate them.
I am enamourd of growing out-doors,
Of men that live among cattle, or taste of the ocean or woods,
Of the builders and steerers of ships,
the wielders of axes and mauls, and the drivers of horses;
I can eat and sleep with them week in and week out.
What is
, cheapest, nearest, easiest, is Me;
Me going in for my chances, spending for vast returns;
Adorning myself to bestow myself on the first that will take me;
Not asking the sky to come down to my good will;
Scattering it freely forever.
The pure contralto sings in the organ loft;
The carpenter dresses his plankthe tongue of his foreplane whistles its wild ascending lisp;
The married and unmarried children ride home to their Thanksgiving dinner;
The pilot seizes the king-pinhe heaves down with a strong arm;
The mate stands braced in the whale-boatlance and harpoon are ready;
The duck-shooter walks by silent and cautious stretches;
The deacons are ordaind with crossd hands at the altar;
The spinning-girl retreats and advances to the hum of the big wheel;
The farmer stops by the
, as he walks on a First-day loafe, and looks at the oats and rye;
The lunatic is carried at last to the asylum, a confirmd case,
(He will never sleep any more as he did in the cot in his mothers bed-room;)
The jour printer with gray head and gaunt jaws works at his case,
He turns his quid of tobacco, while his eyes
with the manuscript;
The malformd limbs are tied to the
What is removed drops horribly in a pail;
The quadroon girl is sold at the auction-standthe drunkard nods by the bar-room stove;
The machinist rolls up his sleevesthe policeman travels his beatthe gate-keeper marks who pass;
The young fellow drives the express-wagon(I love him, though I do not know him;)
The half-breed straps on his light boots to complete in the race;
The western turkey-shooting draws old and youngsome lean on their rifles, some sit on logs,
Out from the crowd steps the marksman, takes his position, levels his piece;
The groups of newly-come immigrants cover the wharf or levee;
As the woolly-pates hoe in the sugar-field, the overseer views them from his saddle;
The bugle calls in the ball-room, the gentlemen run for their partners, the dancers bow to each other;
The youth lies awake in the cedar-roofd garret, and harks to the musical rain;
The Wolverine sets traps on the creek that helps fill the
The squaw, wrapt in her yellow-hemmd cloth, is offering moccasins and bead-bags for sale;
The connoisseur peers along the exhibition-gallery with half-shut eyes bent sideways;
As the deck-hands make fast the steamboat, the plank is thrown for the shore-going passengers;
The young sister holds out the skein,
the elder sister winds it off in a ball, and stops now and then for the knots;
The one-year wife is recovering and happy, having a week ago borne her first
The clean-haird Yankee girl works with her sewing-machine, or in the factory or mill;
The nine months gone is in the parturition chamber, her faintness and pains are advancing;
The paving-man leans on his two-handed rammerthe reporters lead flies swiftly over the note-bookthe sign-painter is lettering with red and gold;
The canal boy trots on the tow-paththe book-keeper counts at his deskthe shoemaker waxes his thread;
The conductor beats time for the band, and all the performers follow him;
The child is baptizedthe convert is making his first professions;
The regatta is spread on the baythe race is
how the white sails sparkle!
The drover, watching his drove, sings out to them that would stray;
The pedler sweats with his pack on his back, (the purchaser higgling about the odd cent;)
The camera and plate are prepared, the lady must sit for her daguerreotype;
The bride unrumples her white dress, the minute-hand of the clock moves slowly;
The opium-eater reclines with rigid head and just-opend lips;
The prostitute draggles her shawl, her bonnet bobs on her tipsy and pimpled neck;
The crowd laugh at her blackguard oaths, the men jeer and wink to each other;
(Miserable! I do not laugh at your oaths, nor jeer you;)
The President,
a cabinet council, is surrounded by the Great Secretaries;
On the piazza walk three matrons stately and friendly with twined
The crew of the fish-smack pack repeated layers of halibut in the hold;
The Missourian crosses the plains, toting his wares and his cattle;
As the fare-collector goes through the train, he gives notice by the jingling of loose change;
The floor-men are laying the floorthe tinners are tinning the roofthe masons are calling for mortar;
In single file, each shouldering his hod, pass onward the laborers;
Seasons pursuing each other, the indescribable crowd is gatherdit is the Fourth of
(What salutes of cannon and small arms!)
Seasons pursuing each other, the plougher ploughs, the mower mows, and the winter-grain falls in the ground;
Off on the lakes the pike-fisher watches and waits by the hole in the frozen surface;
The stumps stand thick round the clearing, the squatter strikes deep with his axe;
Flatboatmen make fast, towards dusk, near the cottonwood or pekan-trees;
through the regions of the Red river, or through those draind by the Tennessee, or through those of the Arkansaw;
Torches shine in the dark that hangs on the Chattahoochee or Altamahaw;
Patriarchs sit at supper with sons and grandsons and great-grandsons around them;
In walls of adobie, in canvas tents, rest hunters and trappers after their days sport;
The city sleeps, and the country sleeps;
The living sleep for their time, the dead sleep for their time;
The old husband sleeps by his wife, and the young husband sleeps by his wife;
And these one and all tend inward to me, and I tend outward to them;
And such as it is to be of these, more or less, I am.
I am of old and young, of the foolish as much as the wise;
Regardless of others, ever regardful of others,
Maternal as well as paternal, a child as well as a man,
Stuffd with the stuff that is coarse, and stuffd with the stuff that is fine;
One of the Great Nation, the nation of many nations, the smallest the same, and the largest the same;
A southerner soon as a northernera planter nonchalant and hospitable, down by the Oconee I
A Yankee, bound by my own way, ready for trade, my joints the limberest joints on earth, and the sternest joints on earth;
A Kentuckian, walking the vale of the Elkhorn, in my deer-skin leggingsa Louisianian or
A boatman over lakes or bays, or along coastsa Hoosier, Badger,
At home on Kanadian snow-shoes, or up in the bush, or with fishermen off Newfoundland;
At home in the fleet of ice-boats, sailing with the rest and tacking;
At home on the hills of Vermont, or in the woods of Maine, or the Texan ranch;
Comrade of Californianscomrade of free north-westerners, (loving their big proportions;)
Comrade of raftsmen and coalmencomrade of all who shake hands and welcome to drink and meat;
A learner with the simplest, a teacher of the thoughtfullest;
A novice beginning,
experient of myriads of seasons;
Of every
and caste am I, of every rank and
A farmer, mechanic, artist, gentleman, sailor,
A prisoner, fancy-man, rowdy, lawyer,
, priest.
I resist anything better than my own diversity;
the air, but leave plenty after me,
And am not stuck up, and am in my place.
(The moth and the fish-eggs are in their place;
The suns I see, and the suns I cannot see, are in their place;
The palpable is in its place, and the impalpable is in its place.)
These are the thoughts of all men in all ages and landsthey are not original with me;
If they are not yours as much as mine, they are nothing, or next to
If they are not the riddle, and the untying of the riddle, they are nothing;
If they are not just as close as they are distant, they are nothing.
This is the grass that grows wherever the land is, and the water is;
This is the common air that bathes the
With music strong I comewith my cornets and my drums,
I play not marches for accepted victors onlyI play great marches for conquerd and slain persons.
Have you heard that it was good to gain the day?
I also say it is good to fallbattles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.
I beat and pound for the
through my embouchures my loudest and gayest for them.
Vivas to those who have faild!
And to those whose war-vessels sank in the sea!
And to those themselves who sank in the sea!
And to all generals that lost engagements! and all overcome heroes!
And the numberless unknown heroes, equal to the greatest heroes known.
This is the meal
setthis is the
for natural hunger;
It is for the wicked just the same as the righteousI make appointments with all;
I will not have a single person slighted or left away;
The kept-woman, sponger, thief, are hereby invited;
The heavy-lippd slave is invitedthe venerealee is invited:
There shall be no difference between them and the rest.
This is the press of a bashful handthis is the float and odor of hair;
This is the touch of my lips to yoursthis is the murmur of yearning;
This is the far-off depth and height reflecting my own face;
This is the thoughtful merge of myself, and the outlet again.
Do you guess I have some intricate purpose?
Well, I havefor the Fourth-month showers
, and the mica on the side of a rock has.
Do you take it I would astonish?
Does the daylight astonish?
the early redstart, twittering through the woods?
Do I astonish more than they?
This hour I tell things in confidence;
I might not tell everybody, but I will tell you.
Who goes there? hankering, gross, mystical, nude;
How is it I extract strength from the beef I eat?
What is a man, anyhow? What am I? What are you?
All I mark as my own, you shall offset it with your own;
Else it were time lost listening to me.
I do not snivel that snivel the world over,
That months are vacuums, and the ground but wallow and filth;
That life is a suck and a sell, and nothing remains at the end but threadbare crape, and tears.
Whimpering and truckling fold with powders for invalidsconformity goes to the fourth-removd;
my hat as I please, indoors or out.
Why should I pray? Why should I venerate and be
pried through the strata, analyzed to a hair, counselld with doctors, and calculated close,
I find no sweeter fat than sticks to my own bones.
In all people I see myselfnone more, and not one a barleycorn less;
And the good or bad I say of myself, I say of them.
And I know I am solid and sound;
To me the converging objects of the universe perpetually flow;
All are written to me, and I must get what the writing means.
I am deathless;
I know this orbit of mine cannot be swept by the carpenters compass;
I know I shall not pass like a childs carlacue cut with a burnt stick at night.
I know I am august;
I do not trouble my spirit to vindicate itself or be understood;
I see that the elementary laws never apologize;
(I reckon I behave no prouder than the level I plant my house by, after all.)
I exist as I amthat is enough;
If no other in the world be aware, I sit content;
And if each and all be aware, I sit content.
One world is aware, and by far the largest to me, and that is myself;
And whether I come to my own to-day, or in ten thousand or ten million years,
I can cheerfully take it now, or with equal cheerfulness I can wait.
My foothold is tenond and mortisd in granite;
I laugh at what you call dissolution;
And I know the amplitude of time.
I am the poet of the Body;
And I am the poet of the Soul.
The pleasures of heaven are with me, and the pains of hell are with me;
The first I graft and increase upon myselfthe latter I translate into a new tongue.
I am the poet of the woman the same as the man;
And I say it is as great to be a woman as to be a man;
And I say there is nothing greater than the mother of men.
I chant
chant of dilation or pride;
We have had ducking and deprecating about enough;
I show that size is only development.
Have you outstript the rest? Are you the President?
It is a triflethey will more than arrive there, every one, and still pass on.
I am he that walks with the tender and growing night;
I call to the earth and sea, half-held by the night.
Press close, bare-bosomd night! Press close, magnetic, nourishing night!
Night of south winds! night of the large few stars!
Still, nodding night! mad, naked, summer night.
Smile, O voluptuous, cool-breathd earth!
Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees;
Earth of departed sunset! earth of the mountains, misty-topt!
Earth of the vitreous pour of the full moon, just tinged with blue!
Earth of shine and dark, mottling the tide of the river!
Earth of the limpid gray of clouds, brighter and clearer for my sake!
Far-swooping elbowd earth! rich, apple-blossomd earth!
Smile, for your lover comes!
Prodigal, you have given me love! Therefore I to you give love!
O unspeakable, passionate
You sea! I resign myself to you alsoI guess what you mean;
I behold from the beach your crooked inviting fingers;
I believe you refuse to go back without feeling of me;
We must have a turn togetherI undresshurry me out of sight of the land;
Cushion me soft, rock me in billowy drowse;
Dash me with amorous wetI can repay you.
Sea of stretchd ground-swells!
Sea breathing broad and convulsive breaths!
Sea of the brine of life! sea of unshovelld yet always-ready graves!
Howler and scooper of storms! capricious and dainty sea!
I am integral with youI too am of one phase, and of all phases.
Partaker of influx and efflux Iextoller of hate and conciliation;
Extoller of amies, and those that sleep in each others arms.
I am he attesting sympathy;
(Shall I make my list of things in the house, and skip the house that supports
I am not the poet of goodness onlyI do not decline to be the poet of wickedness also.
Washes and razors for foofoosfor me freckles and a bristling beard.
What blurt is this about virtue and about vice?
Evil propels me, and reform of evil propels meI stand indifferent;
My gait is no fault-finders or rejecters gait;
I moisten the roots of all that has grown.
Did you fear some scrofula out of the unflagging pregnancy?
Did you guess the celestial laws are yet to be workd over and rectified?
I find one side a
, and the antipodal side a balance;
Soft doctrine as steady help as stable doctrine;
Thoughts and deeds of the present, our rouse and early start.
This minute that comes to me over the past decillions,
There is no better than it and now.
What behaved well in the past, or behaves well to-day, is not such a wonder;
The wonder is, always and always, how there can be a mean man or an infidel.
Endless unfolding of words of ages!
And mine a word of the modern
word En-Masse.
A word of the faith that never balks;
Here or henceforward, it is all the same to meI accept Time,
It alone is without flawit rounds and completes
That mystic, baffling wonder I love, alone completes all.
I accept
, and dare not question it;
Materialism first and last imbuing.
Hurrah for positive science! long live exact demonstration!
Fetch stonecrop, mixt with cedar and branches of lilac;
This is the lexicographerthis
chemistthis made a grammar of the old cartouches;
These mariners put the ship through dangerous unknown seas;
This is the geologistthis works with the scalpeland this is a mathematician.
! to you the first honors always:
Your facts are useful and realand yet they are not my dwelling;
(I but enter by them to an area of my dwelling.)
Less the reminders of
told, my words;
And more the reminders, they, of life untold, and of freedom and extrication,
And make short account of neuters and geldings, and favor men and women fully equipt,
And beat the gong of revolt, and stop with fugitives, and them that plot and conspire.
Walt Whitman am I, a Kosmos, of mighty Manhattan the
, fleshy and sensual, eating, drinking and breeding;
No sentimentalistno stander above men and women, or apart from them;
No more modest than immodest.
Unscrew the locks from the doors!
Unscrew the doors themselves from their jambs!
Whoever degrades another degrades me;
And whatever is done or said returns at last to
Through me the afflatus surging and surgingthrough me the current and index.
I speak the pass-word primevalI give the sign of democracy;
By God! I will accept nothing which all cannot have their counterpart of on the same terms.
Through me many long dumb voices;
Voices of the interminable generations of slaves;
Voices of prostitutes, and of deformd persons;
Voices of the diseasd and despairing, and of thieves and dwarfs;
Voices of cycles of preparation and accretion,
And of the threads that connect the starsand of wombs, and of the father-stuff,
And of the rights of them the others are down upon;
Of the trivial, flat, foolish, despised,
Fog in the air, beetles rolling balls of dung.
Through me forbidden voices;
Voice of sexes and lustsvoices veild, and I remove the veil;
Voices indecent, by me clarified and transfigurd.
I do not press my fingers across my mouth;
I keep as delicate around the bowels as around the head and heart;
Copulation is no more rank to me than death is.
I believe in the flesh and the appetites;
Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle.
Divine am I inside and out, and I make holy whatever I touch or am touchd from;
The scent of these arm-pits, aroma finer than prayer;
This head more than churches, bibles, and all the
If I worship one thing more than another, it shall be the spread of my own body, or any part of
Translucent mould of me, it shall be you!
Shaded ledges and rests, it shall be
Firm masculine colter, it shall be you.
Whatever goes to the tilth of me, it shall be you!
You my rich blood! Your milky stream, pale strippings of my life.
Breast that presses against other breasts, it shall be you!
My brain, it shall be your occult convolutions.
Root of washd sweet flag! timorous pond-snipe! nest of guarded duplicate eggs! it shall be you!
Mixd tussled hay of head, beard, brawn, it shall be you!
Trickling sap of maple! fibre of manly wheat! it shall be you!
Sun so generous, it shall be you!
Vapors lighting and shading my face, it shall be you!
You sweaty brooks and dews, it shall be you!
Winds whose soft-tickling genitals rub against me, it shall be you!
Broad, muscular fields! branches of live oak! loving lounger in my winding paths! it shall be you!
Hands I have takenface I have kissdmortal I have ever touchd! it shall be you.
I dote on myselfthere is that lot of me, and all so luscious;
Each moment, and whatever happens, thrills me with joy.
O I am
I cannot tell how my ankles bend, nor whence the cause of my faintest wish;
Nor the cause of the friendship I emit, nor the cause of the friendship I take again.
That I walk up my
! I pause to consider if it really
A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.
To behold the day-break!
The little light fades the immense and diaphanous shadows;
The air tastes good to my palate.
Hefts of the moving world, at innocent gambols, silently rising, freshly exuding,
Scooting obliquely high and low.
Something I cannot see puts upward libidinous prongs;
Seas of bright juice suffuse heaven.
The earth by the sky staid withthe daily close of their junction;
The heavd challenge from the east that moment over my head;
The mocking taunt, See then whether you shall be master!
Dazzling and tremendous, how quick the sun-rise would kill me,
If I could not now and always send sun-rise out of me.
We also ascend, dazzling and tremendous as the sun;
We found our own,
my Soul, in the calm and cool of the daybreak.
My voice goes after what my eyes cannot reach;
With the twirl of my tongue I encompass worlds, and volumes of worlds.
Speech is the twin of my visionit is unequal to measure itself;
It provokes me forever;
It says sarcastically,
Walt, you contain
why dont you let it out, then?
Come now, I will not be tantalizedyou conceive too much of articulation.
Do you not know, O
, how the buds beneath you are folded?
Waiting in gloom, protected by frost;
The dirt receding before my prophetical screams;
I underlying causes, to balance them at last;
My knowledge my live partsit keeping tally with the meaning of things,
which, whoever hears me, let him or her set out in search of this day.
My final merit I refuse youI refuse putting from me what I really
Encompass worlds, but never try to encompass me;
I crowd your sleekest and best by simply looking toward
Writing and talk do not prove me;
I carry the plenum of proof, and everything else, in my face;
With the hush of my lips I
confound the skeptic.
I think I will do nothing now but
To accrue what I hear into myselfto let sounds contribute toward
I hear bravuras of birds, bustle of growing wheat, gossip of flames, clack of sticks cooking my meals;
I hear the sound I love, the sound of the human
I hear all sounds running together, combined, fused or
Sounds of the city, and sounds out of the citysounds of the day and night;
Talkative young ones to those that like
the loud laugh of work-people at their meals;
The angry base of disjointed friendshipthe faint tones of the sick;
The judge with hands tight to the desk, his pallid lips pronouncing a death-sentence;
The heaveeyo of stevedores unlading ships by the wharvesthe refrain of the anchor-lifters;
The ring of alarm-bellsthe cry of firethe whirr of swift-streaking engines and hose-carts, with premonitory tinkles, and colord lights;
The steam-whistlethe solid roll of the train of approaching cars;
The slow-march playd at the head of the association, marching two and
(They go to guard some corpsethe flag-tops are draped with black muslin.)
I hear the violoncello (tis the young mans hearts
I hear the keyd
it glides quickly in through my ears;
It shakes mad-sweet pangs through my belly and breast.
I hear the chorusit is a grand
Ah, this indeed is music! This suits me.
A tenor large and fresh as the creation fills me;
The orbic flex of his mouth is pouring and filling me full.
I hear the traind
(what work, with hers, is this?)
The orchestra whirls me wider than Uranus flies;
It wrenches such ardors from me, I did not know I possessd
It sails meI dab with bare feetthey are lickd by the indolent waves;
I am exposed, cut by bitter and
hailI lose my
Steepd amid honeyd morphine, my windpipe
in fakes of death;
let up again to feel the puzzle of puzzles,
And that we call B
To be, in any formwhat is that?
(Round and round we go, all of us, and ever come back
If nothing lay more developd, the quahaug in its callous shell were enough.
Mine is no callous shell;
I have instant conductors all over me, whether I pass or stop;
They seize every object and lead it harmlessly through me.
I merely stir, press, feel with my fingers, and am happy;
To touch my person to some one elses is about as much as I can stand.
Is this then a touch? quivering me to a new identity,
Flames and ether making a rush for my veins,
Treacherous tip of me reaching and crowding to help them,
My flesh and blood playing out lightning to strike what is hardly different from myself;
On all sides prurient provokers stiffening my limbs,
Straining the udder of my heart for its withheld drip,
Behaving licentious toward me, taking no denial,
Depriving me of my best, as for a purpose,
Unbuttoning my clothes, holding me by the bare waist,
Deluding my confusion with the calm of the sunlight and pasture-fields,
Immodestly sliding the fellow-senses away,
They bribed to swap off with touch, and go and graze at the edges of me;
No consideration, no regard for my draining strength or my anger;
Fetching the rest of the herd around to enjoy them a while,
Then all uniting to stand on a headland and worry me.
The sentries desert every other part of me;
They have left me helpless to a red marauder;
They all come to the headland, to witness and assist against me.
I am given up by traitors;
I talk wildlyI have lost my witsI and nobody else am the greatest traitor;
I went myself first to the headlandmy own hands carried me there.
You villian touch! what are you doing? My breath is tight in its throat;
Unclench your floodgates! you are too much for me.
Blind, loving, wrestling touch! sheathd, hooded, sharp-toothd touch!
Did it make you ache so, leaving me?
Parting, trackd by arrivingperpetual payment of perpetual loan;
Rich, showering rain, and recompense richer afterward.
Sprouts take and accumulatestand by the curb prolific and vital:
Landscapes, projected, masculine, full-sized and golden.
All truths wait in all things;
They neither hasten their own delivery, nor resist it;
They do not need the obstetric forceps of the surgeon;
The insignificant is as big to me as any;
(What is less or more than a touch?)
Logic and sermons never convince;
The damp of the night drives deeper into my soul.
Only what proves itself to every man and woman is so;
Only what nobody denies is so.
A minute and a drop of me settle my brain;
I believe the soggy clods shall become lovers and lamps,
And a compend of compends is the meat of a man or woman,
And a summit and flower there is the feeling they have for each other,
And they are to branch boundlessly out of that lesson until it becomes omnific,
And until every one shall delight us, and we them.
I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars,
And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg of the wren,
And the tree-toad is a chef-doeuvre for the highest,
And the running blackberry would adorn the parlors of heaven,
And the narrowest hinge in my hand puts to scorn all machinery,
And the cow crunching with depressd head surpasses any statue,
And a mouse is miracle enough to stagger sextillions of infidels,
And I could come every afternoon of my life to look at the farmers girl boiling her iron tea-kettle and baking shortcake.
I find I incorporate gneiss, coal, long-threaded moss, fruits, grains, esculent roots,
And am stuccod with quadrupeds and birds all over,
And have distanced what is behind me for good reasons,
And call anything close again, when I desire it.
In vain the speeding or shyness;
In vain the plutonic rocks send their old heat against my approach;
In vain the mastodon retreats beneath its own powderd bones;
In vain objects stand leagues off, and assume manifold shapes;
In vain the ocean settling in hollows, and the great monsters lying low;
In vain the buzzard houses herself with the sky;
In vain the snake slides through the creepers and logs;
In vain the elk takes to the inner passes of the woods;
In vain the razor-billd auk sails far north to Labrador;
I follow quickly, I ascend to the nest in the fissure of the cliff.
I think I could turn and live with
, they are so placid and self-containd;
I stand and look at them long and
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 dissatisfiednot one is demented with the mania of owning things;
Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago;
Not one is respectable or industrious over the whole earth.
So they show their relations to me, and I accept them;
They bring me tokens of myselfthey evince them plainly in their possession.
I wonder where they get those
Did I pass that
huge times ago, and negligently drop them?
Myself moving forward then and now and forever,
Gathering and showing more always and with velocity,
Infinite and omnigenous, and the like of these among them;
Not too exclusive toward the reachers of my remembrancers;
Picking out here
that I love, and now go with him on brotherly terms.
A gigantic beauty of a stallion, fresh and responsive to my caresses,
Head high in the forehead, wide between the ears,
Limbs glossy and supple, tail dusting the ground,
full of sparkling wickednessears finely cut, flexibly moving.
His nostrils dilate,
my heels embrace him;
His well-built limbs tremble with pleasure, as we
around and return.
I but use you a moment, then I resign you, stallion;
Why do I need your paces, when I myself out-gallop
Even, as I stand or sit, passing faster than
O swift wind! O space and time! now I see it is true, what I guessed
What I guessd when I loafd on the grass;
What I guessd while I lay alone in my bed,
And again as I walkd the beach under the paling stars of the morning.
My ties and ballasts leave meI travelI sailmy elbows rest in the sea-gaps;
I skirt the sierrasmy palms cover continents;
I am afoot with my vision.
By the citys quadrangular housesin log hutscamping with lumbermen;
Along the ruts of the turnpikealong the dry gulch and rivulet bed;
Weeding my
, or hoeing rows of carrots and parsnipscrossing savannastrailing in forests;
Prospectinggold-digginggirdling the trees of a new purchase;
Scorchd ankle-deep by the hot sandhauling my boat down the shallow river;
Where the panther walks to and fro on a limb overheadwhere the buck turns furiously at the hunter;
Where the rattlesnake suns his flabby length on a rockwhere the otter is feeding on fish;
Where the alligator in his tough pimples sleeps by the bayou;
Where the black bear is searching for roots or honeywhere the beaver pats the mud with his
Over the growing sugarover the
cotton plantover the rice in its low moist field;
Over the sharp-peakd farm house, with its scallopd scum and slender shoots from the gutters;
Over the western persimmonover the long-leavd cornover the delicate blue-flower flax;
Over the white and brown buckwheat, a hummer and buzzer there with the rest;
Over the dusky green of the rye as it ripples and shades in the breeze;
Scaling mountains, pulling myself cautiously up, holding on by low scragged limbs;
Walking the path worn in the grass, and beat through the leaves of the brush;
Where the quail is whistling betwixt the woods and the wheat-lot;
Where the bat flies in the
evewhere the great gold-bug drops through the dark;
Where flails keep time on the barn floor;
Where the brook puts out of the roots of the old tree and flows to the meadow;
Where cattle stand and shake away flies with the tremulous shuddering of their hides;
Where the cheese-cloth hangs in the kitchenwhere andirons straddle the hearth-slabwhere cobwebs fall in festoons from the rafters;
Where trip-hammers crashwhere the press is whirling its cylinders;
Wherever the human heart beats with terrible throes under its
Where the pear-shaped balloon is floating aloft, (floating in it myself, and looking composedly down;)
Where the life-car is drawn on the slip-noosewhere the heat hatches pale-green eggs in the dented sand;
Where the she-whale swims with her calf, and never forsakes it;
Where the steam-ship trails hind-ways its long pennant of smoke;
Where the fin of the shark
like a black chip out of the water;
Where the half-burnd brig is riding on unknown currents,
Where shells grow to her slimy deckwhere the dead are corrupting below;
Where the
flag is borne at the head of the regiments;
Approaching Manhattan, up by the long-stretching island;
Under Niagara, the cataract falling like a veil over my countenance;
Upon a door-stepupon the horse-block of hard wood outside;
Upon the race-course, or enjoying picnics or jigs, or a good game of base-ball;
At he-festivals, with blackguard jibes, ironical license, bull-dances, drinking, laughter;
At the cider-mill, tasting the sweets of the brown
, sucking the juice through a straw;
At apple-peelings, wanting kisses for all the red fruit I find;
At musters, beach-parties, friendly bees, huskings, house-raisings:
Where the mocking-bird sounds his delicious gurgles, cackles, screams, weeps;
Where the hay-rick stands in the barn-yardwhere the dry-stalks are scatteredwhere the brood-cow waits in the hovel;
Where the bull advances to do his masculine workwhere the stud to the marewhere the cock is treading the hen;
Where the heifers browsewhere geese nip their food with short jerks;
Where sun-down shadows lengthen over the limitless and lonesome prairie;
Where herds of buffalo make a crawling spread of the square miles far and near;
Where the humming-bird shimmerswhere the neck of the long-lived swan is curving and winding;
Where the laughing-gull scoots by
shore, where she laughs her near-human laugh;
Where bee-hives range on a gray bench in the garden, half hid by the high weeds;
Where band-neckd partridges roost in a ring on the ground with their heads out;
Where burial coaches enter the archd gates of a cemetery;
Where winter wolves bark amid wastes of snow and icicled trees;
Where the yellow-crownd heron comes to the edge of the marsh at night and feeds upon small crabs;
Where the splash of swimmers and divers cools the warm noon;
Where the katy-did works her chromatic reed on the walnut-tree over the well;
Through patches of citrons and cucumbers with silver-wired leaves;
Through the salt-lick or orange glade, or under conical firs;
Through the gymnasiumthrough the curtaind saloonthrough the office or public hall;
Pleasd with the native, and pleasd with the foreignpleasd with the new and old;
Pleasd with women, the homely as well as the handsome;
Pleasd with the quakeress as she puts off her bonnet and talks melodiously;
Pleasd with
tune of the choir of the white-washd church;
Pleasd with the earnest words of the sweating Methodist preacher, or any preacher
seriously at the camp-meeting:
Looking in at the shop-windows of Broadway the whole forenoon
the flesh of my nose on the thick plate-glass;
Wandering the same afternoon with my face turnd up to the clouds,
My right and left arms round the sides of two friends, and I in the middle:
Coming home with the
and dark-cheekd bush-boy(behind me he rides at the drape of the day;)
Far from the settlements, studying the print of animals feet, or the moccasin print;
By the cot in the hospital, reaching lemonade to a feverish patient;
the coffind corpse when all is still, examining with a candle:
Voyaging to every port, to dicker and adventure;
Hurrying with the modern crowd, as eager and fickle as any;
Hot toward one I hate, ready in my madness to knife him;
Solitary at midnight in my back yard, my thoughts gone from me a long while;
Walking the old hills of Judea, with the beautiful gentle God by my side;
Speeding through spacespeeding through heaven and the stars;
Speeding amid the seven satellites, and the broad ring, and the diameter of eighty thousand miles;
Speeding with taild meteorsthrowing fire-balls like the rest;
Carrying the crescent child that carries its own full mother in its belly;
Storming, enjoying, planning, loving, cautioning,
Backing and filling, appearing and disappearing;
I tread day and night such roads.
I visit the orchards of
, and look at the product:
And look at quintillions ripend, and look at quintillions green.
I fly the flight of the fluid and swallowing soul;
My course runs below the soundings of plummets.
I help myself to material and immaterial;
No guard can shut me off, nor law prevent
I anchor my ship for a little while only;
My messengers continually cruise away, or bring their returns to me.
I go hunting polar furs and the sealleaping chasms with a pike-pointed staffclinging to topples of brittle and blue.
I ascend to the foretruck;
I take my place late at night in the crows-nest;
the arctic seait is plenty light enough;
Through the clear atmosphere I stretch around on the wonderful beauty;
The enormous masses of ice pass me, and I pass themthe scenery is plain in all directions;
The white-topt mountains
in the distanceI fling out my fancies toward them;
(We are approaching some great battle-field in which we are soon to be engaged;
We pass the colossal outposts of the encampmentwe pass with still feet and caution;
Or we are entering by the suburbs some vast and ruind city;
The blocks and fallen architecture more than all the living cities of the globe.)
I am a free companionI bivouac by invading watchfires.
I turn the bridegroom out of bed, and stay with the bride myself;
I tighten her all night to my thighs and lips.
My voice is the wifes voice, the screech by the rail of the stairs;
They fetch my mans body up, dripping and drownd.
I understand the large hearts of heroes,
The courage of present times and all times;
How the skipper saw the crowded and rudderless wreck of the steam-ship, and Death chasing it up and down the storm;
How he knuckled tight, and gave not back one inch, and was faithful of days and faithful of nights,
And chalkd in large letters, on a board,
Be of good cheer, we will not desert you:
How he followd with them, and tackd with themand would not give it
How he saved the drifting company at last:
How the lank loose-gownd women lookd when boated from the side of their prepared graves;
How the silent old-faced infants, and the lifted sick, and the sharp-lippd unshaved men:
All this I swallowit tastes goodI like it wellit becomes mine;
I am the manI sufferdI was there.
The disdain and calmness of
The mother, condemnd for a witch, burnt with dry wood, her children gazing on;
The hounded slave that flags in the race, leans by the fence, blowing, coverd with sweat;
The twinges that sting like needles his legs and neckthe murderous buckshot and the bullets;
All these I feel, or am.
I am the hounded slave, I wince at the bite of the dogs,
Hell and despair are upon me, crack and again crack the marksmen;
I clutch the rails of the fence, my gore dribs, thinnd with the ooze of my skin;
I fall on the weeds and stones;
The riders spur their unwilling horses, haul close,
Taunt my dizzy ears, and beat me violently over the head with
Agonies are one of my changes of garments;
I do not ask the wounded person how he feelsI myself become the wounded person;
My hurts turn livid upon me as I lean on a cane and observe.
I am the mashd fireman with breast-bone broken;
Tumbling walls buried me in their debris;
Heat and smoke I inspiredI heard the yelling shouts of my comrades;
I heard the distant click of their picks and shovels;
They have cleard the beams awaythey tenderly lift me forth.
I lie in the night air in my red shirtthe pervading hush is for my sake;
Painless after all I lie, exhausted but not so unhappy;
White and beautiful are the faces around methe heads are bared of their fire-caps;
The kneeling crowd fades with the light of the torches.
Distant and dead resuscitate;
They show as the dial or move as the hands of meI am the clock myself.
I am an old artilleristI tell of my forts bombardment;
I am there again.
Again the long roll of the
Again the attacking cannon, mortars;
Again, to my listening ears, the cannon
I take partI see and hear the whole;
The cries, curses, roarthe plaudits for well-aimd shots;
The ambulanza slowly passing, trailing its red drip;
Workmen searching after damages,
indispensable repairs;
The fall of grenades through the rent roofthe fan-shaped explosion;
The whizz of limbs, heads, stone, wood, iron, high in the air.
Again gurgles the mouth of my dying generalhe furiously waves with his hand;
He gasps through the clot,
Mind not memindthe entrenchments.
Now I tell what I knew in Texas in my early
(I tell not the fall of Alamo,
Not one escaped to tell the fall of Alamo,
The hundred and fifty are dumb yet at
Tis the tale of the murder in cold blood of four hundred and twelve young
Retreating, they had formd in a hollow square, with their baggage for breastworks;
Nine hundred lives out of the surrounding enemys, nine times their number, was the price they took in advance;
Their colonel was wounded and their ammunition gone;
They treated for an honorable capitulation, receivd writing and seal, gave up their arms, and marchd back prisoners of war.
They were the glory of the race of rangers;
Matchless with horse, rifle, song, supper, courtship,
Large, turbulent, generous, handsome, proud, and
Bearded, sunburnt, drest in the free costume of hunters,
Not a single one over thirty years of age.
The second
morning they were brought out in squads, and massacredit was beautiful early summer;
The work commenced about five oclock, and was over by eight.
None obeyd the command to kneel;
Some made a mad and helpless rushsome stood stark and straight;
A few fell at once, shot in the temple or heartthe living and dead lay together;
The maimd and mangled dug in the dirtthe newcomers saw them there;
Some, half-killd, attempted to crawl away;
These were despatchd with bayonets, or batterd with the blunts of muskets;
A youth not seventeen years old seizd his assassin till two more came to release him;
The three were all torn, and coverd with the boys blood.
At eleven oclock began the burning of the bodies:
That is the tale of the murder of the four hundred and twelve young
Would you hear of an old-fashiond
you learn who won by the light of the moon and stars?
List to the story as my grandmothers father, the sailor, told it to
Our foe was no skulk in his ship, I tell you, (said
His was the surly English pluckand there is no tougher or truer, and never was, and never will be;
Along the lowerd eve he came, horribly raking us.
We closed with himthe yards entangledthe cannon touchd;
My captain lashd fast with his own hands.
We had receivd some eighteen pound shots under the water;
On our lower-gun-deck two large pieces had burst at the first fire, killing all around, and blowing up overhead.
Fighting at sun-down, fighting at
Ten oclock at night, the full moon well
, our leaks on the gain, and five feet of water reported;
The master-at-arms loosing the prisoners confined in the afterhold, to give them a chance for themselves.
The transit to and from the magazine
now stopt by the sentinels,
so many strange faces, they do not know whom to trust.
Our frigate takes
The other
if we demand quarter?
If our colors are struck, and the fighting
Now I laugh content, for I hear the voice of my little
We have not struck,
he composedly cries,
we have just begun our part of the fighting.
Only three guns are in use;
One is directed by the captain himself against the enemys mainmast;
Two, well served with grape and canister,
his musketry and
his decks.
The tops alone second the fire of this little battery, especially the main-top;
They hold out bravely during the whole of the action.
Not a moments cease;
The leaks gain fast on the pumpsthe fire eats toward the powder-magazine.
One of the pumps has been shot awayit is generally thought we are sinking.
Serene stands the little captain;
He is not hurriedhis voice is neither high nor low;
His eyes give more light to us than our battle-lanterns.
Toward twelve at night, there in the beams of the moon, they surrender to
Stretchd and still lies the midnight;
Two great hulls motionless on the breast of the darkness;
Our vessel riddled and slowly sinkingpreparations to pass to the one we have conquerd;
The captain on the quarter-deck coldly giving his orders through a countenance white as a sheet;
Near by, the corpse of the child that servd in the cabin;
The dead face of an old salt with long white hair and carefully curld whiskers;
The flames, spite of all that can be done, flickering aloft and below;
The husky voices of the two or three officers yet fit for duty;
Formless stacks of bodies, and bodies by themselvesdabs of flesh upon the masts and spars,
Cut of cordage, dangle of rigging, slight shock of the soothe of waves,
Black and impassive guns, litter of powder-parcels, strong scent,
Delicate sniffs of sea-breeze, smells of sedgy grass and fields by the shore, death-messages given in charge to survivors,
The hiss of the surgeons knife, the gnawing teeth of his saw,
Wheeze, cluck, swash of falling blood, short wild scream, and long, dull, tapering groan;
These sothese irretrievable.
! This is mastering me!
In at
conquerd doors they crowd. I am possessd.
I embody all presences outlawd or
See myself in prison shaped like another man,
And feel the dull unintermitted pain.
For me the keepers of convicts shoulder their carbines and keep watch;
It is I let out in the morning, and barrd at night.
Not a mutineer walks handcuffd to jail, but I am handcuffd to him and walk by his side;
(I am less the jolly one there, and more the silent one, with sweat on my twitching lips.)
Not a youngster is taken for larceny, but I go up too, and am tried and sentenced.
Not a cholera patient lies at the last gasp, but I also lie at the last gasp;
My face is ash-colordmy sinews gnarlaway from me people retreat.
Askers embody themselves in me, and I am embodied in them;
I project my hat, sit shame-faced, and
Enough! enough!
Somehow I have been stunnd. Stand back!
Give me a little time beyond my cuffd head, slumbers, dreams, gaping;
I discover myself on the verge of a usual mistake.
That I could forget the mockers and insults!
That I could forget the trickling tears, and the blows of the bludgeons and hammers!
That I could look with a separate look on my own crucifixion and bloody crowning.
I remember now;
I resume the overstaid fraction;
The grave of rock multiplies what has been confided to it, or to any graves;
Corpses rise, gashes heal, fastenings roll from
I troop forth replenishd with supreme power, one of an average unending
Inland and sea-coast we
, and we pass all boundary lines;
Our swift ordinances on their way over the whole earth;
The blossoms we wear in our hats the growth of thousands of
Eleves, I salute you! come
Continue your annotations, continue your questionings.
The friendly and flowing savage, Who is he?
Is he waiting for civilization, or past it, and mastering it?
Is he some south-westerner, raisd out-doors? Is he Kanadian?
Is he from the Mississippi country? Iowa, Oregon, California? the mountains? prairie-life, bush-life? or from the sea?
Wherever he goes, men and women accept and desire him;
They desire he should like them, touch them, speak to them, stay with them.
Behavior lawless as snow-flakes, words simple as grass, uncombd head, laughter, and naiveté,
Slow-stepping feet, common features, common modes and emanations;
They descend in new forms from the tips of his fingers;
They are wafted with the odor of his body or breaththey fly out of the glance of his eyes.
Flaunt of the sunshine, I need not your bask,lie over!
You light surfaces onlyI force surfaces and depths also.
Earth! you seem to look for something at my hands;
Say, old Top-knot! what do you want?
Man or woman! I might tell how I like you, but cannot;
And might tell what it is in me, and what it is in you, but cannot;
And might tell that pining I havethat pulse of my nights and days.
Behold! I do not give lectures, or a little charity;
When I give, I give
You there, impotent, loose in the knees!
Open your scarfd chops till I blow grit within you;
Spread your palms, and lift the flaps of your pockets;
I am not to be deniedI compelI have stores plenty and to spare;
And anything I have I bestow.
I do not ask who you arethat is not so important to me;
You can do nothing, and be nothing, but what I will infold you.
To cotton-field drudge or cleaner of privies I lean;
On his right cheek I put the family kiss,
And in my soul I swear, I never will deny him.
On women fit for conception I start bigger and nimbler babes;
(This day I am jetting the stuff of far more arrogant republics.)
To any one dyingthither I speed, and twist the knob of the door;
Turn the bed-clothes toward the foot of the bed;
Let the physician and the priest go home.
I seize the descending man, and raise him with resistless will.
O despairer, here is my neck;
By God! you shall not go down! Hang your whole weight upon me.
I dilate you with tremendous breathI buoy you up;
Every room of the house do I fill with an armd force,
Lovers of me, bafflers of graves.
Sleep! I and they keep guard all night;
Not doubtnot decease shall dare to lay finger upon you;
I have embraced you, and henceforth possess you to myself;
And when you rise in the morning you will find what I tell you is so.
I am he bringing help for the sick as they pant on their backs;
And for strong upright men I bring yet more needed help.
I heard what was said of the universe;
Heard it and heard it of several thousand years:
It is middling well as far as it goes,But is that all?
Magnifying and applying come I,
Outbidding at the start the old cautious
Taking myself the exact dimensions of
Lithographing Kronos, Zeus his son, and Hercules his grandson;
Buying drafts of Osiris, Isis, Belus, Brahma,
In my portfolio placing Manito loose, Allah on a leaf, the crucifix engraved,
With Odin, and the hideous-faced Mexitli, and every idol and image;
them all for what they are worth, and not a cent more;
Admitting they were alive and did the work of their days;
(They bore mites, as for unfledgd birds, who have now to rise and fly and sing for themselves;)
Accepting the rough deific sketches to fill out better in myself bestowing them freely on each man and woman I see;
Discovering as much, or more, in a framer framing a house;
Putting higher claims for him there with his rolld-up sleeves, driving the mallet and chisel;
Not objecting to special revelationsconsidering a curl of smoke, or a hair on the back of my hand, just as curious as any revelation;
Lads ahold of fire-engines and hook-and-ladder ropes no
to me than the Gods of the antique wars;
Minding their voices peal through the crash of destruction,
Their brawny limbs passing safe over charrd lathstheir white foreheads whole and unhurt out of the flames:
By the mechanics wife with her babe at her nipple interceding for every person born;
Three scythes at harvest whizzing in a row from three lusty angels with shirts baggd out at their waists;
The snag-toothd hostler with red hair redeeming sins past and to come,
Selling all he possesses, traveling on foot to fee lawyers for his brother, and sit by him while he is tried for forgery;
What was strewn in the amplest strewing the square rod about me, and not filling the square rod then;
The bull and the bug never worshipd half enough;
Dung and dirt more admirable than was dreamd;
The supernatural of no accountmyself waiting my time to be one of the Supremes;
The day getting ready for me when I shall do as much good as the best, and be as
By my life-lumps! becoming already a creator;
Putting myself here and now to the ambushd womb of the shadows.
A call in the midst of the crowd;
My own voice, orotund, sweeping, and final.
Come my children;
Come my boys and girls, my women, household, and intimates;
Now the performer launches his nervehe has passd his prelude on the reeds within.
Easily written, loose-fingerd chords! I feel the thrum of
climax and close.
My head slues
on my neck;
Music rolls, but not from the organ;
Folks are around me, but they are no household of mine.
Ever the hard, unsunk ground;
Ever the eaters and drinkersever the upward and downward sunever the air and the ceaseless tides;
Ever myself and my neighbors, refreshing, wicked, real;
Ever the old inexplicable queryever that thornd thumbthat breath of itches and thirsts;
Ever the vexers
hoot! hoot!
till we find where the sly one hides, and bring him forth;
Ever loveever the sobbing liquid of life;
Ever the bandage under the chinever the tressels of death.
Here and there, with dimes on the eyes, walking;
To feed the greed of the belly, the brains liberally spooning;
Tickets buying, taking, selling, but in to the feast never once going;
Many sweating, ploughing, thrashing, and then the chaff for payment receiving;
A few idly owning, and they the wheat continually claiming.
This is the city, and I am one of the citizens;
Whatever interests the rest interests mepolitics, wars, markets, newspapers,
Benevolent societies, improvements, banks, tariffs, steamships,
, stocks, stores, real estate, and personal estate.
The little plentiful mannikins, skipping around in collars and taild
I am aware who they are(they are
not worms or fleas.)
I acknowledge the duplicates of
the weakest and shallowest is deathless with me;
What I do and say, the same waits for them;
Every thought that flounders in me, the same flounders in them.
I know perfectly well my own egotism;
I know my omnivorous
, and will
write any less;
And would fetch you, whoever you are, flush with myself.
No words of routine are
But abruptly to question, to leap beyond, yet nearer bring:
This printed and bound bookbut the printer, and the printing-office
The well-taken photographsbut your wife or friend close and solid in your arms?
The black ship, maild with iron, her mighty guns in her turretsbut the pluck of the captain and
In the
, the dishes and fare and furniturebut the host and hostess, and the look out of their eyes?
The sky up thereyet here, or next door, or across the way?
The saints and sages in historybut you yourself?
Sermons, creeds, theologybut the fathomless human brain,
And what
reason? and what is love? and what is life?
I do not despise you, priests;
My faith is the greatest of faiths, and the least of faiths,
Enclosing worship ancient and modern, and all between ancient and modern,
Believing I shall come again upon the earth after five thousand years,
Waiting responses from oracles, honoring the Gods, saluting the sun,
Making a fetish of the first rock or stump, powwowing with sticks in the circle of obis,
Helping the lama or brahmin as he trims the lamps of the idols,
Dancing yet through the streets in a phallic processionrapt and austere in the woods, a gymnosophist,
Drinking mead from the skull-cupto Shastas and Vedas admirantminding the Koran,
Walking the teokallis, spotted with gore from the stone and knife, beating the serpent-skin drum,
Accepting the Gospelsaccepting him that was crucified, knowing assuredly that he is divine,
To the mass kneeling, or the puritans prayer rising, or sitting patiently in a pew,
Ranting and frothing in my insane crisis, or waiting dead-like till my spirit arouses me,
Looking forth on pavement and land, or outside of pavement and land,
Belonging to the winders of the circuit of circuits.
One of that centripetal and centrifugal gang, I turn and talk, like a man leaving charges before a journey.
Down-hearted doubters, dull and excluded,
Frivolous, sullen, moping, angry, affected, disheartend, atheistical;
I know every one of
I know the sea of torment, doubt, despair and unbelief.
How the flukes splash!
How they contort, rapid as lightning, with spasms, and spouts of blood!
Be at peace, bloody flukes of doubters and sullen mopers;
I take my place among you as much as among any;
The past is the push of you, me, all, precisely the
And what is yet untried and afterward is for you, me, all, precisely the
I do not know what is untried and afterward;
But I know it will in its turn prove sufficient, and cannot
Each who passes is considerdeach who stops is considerdnot a single one can it fail.
It cannot fail the young man who died and was buried,
Nor the young woman who died and was put by his side,
Nor the little child that peepd in at the door, and then drew back, and was never seen again,
Nor the old man who has lived without purpose, and feels it with bitterness worse than gall,
Nor him in the poor house, tubercled by rum and the bad disorder,
Nor the numberless slaughterd and wreckdnor the brutish koboo calld the ordure of humanity,
Nor the sacs merely floating with open mouths for food to slip in,
Nor anything in the earth, or down in the oldest graves of the earth,
Nor anything in the myriads of spheresnor one of the myriads of myriads that inhabit them,
Nor the presentnor the least wisp that is known.
It is time to explain myselfLet us stand up.
What is known I strip away;
I launch all men and women forward with me into
The clock indicates the momentbut what does eternity
We have thus far exhausted trillions of winters and summers;
There are trillions ahead, and trillions ahead of them.
Births have brought us richness and variety,
And other births will bring us richness and variety.
I do not call one greater and one smaller;
That which fills its period and place is equal to any.
Were mankind murderous or jealous upon you, my brother, my sister?
I am sorry for youthey are not murderous or jealous upon me;
All has been gentle with meI keep no account with lamentation;
(What have I to do with lamentation?)
I am an acme of things accomplishd, and I an encloser of things to be.
My feet strike an apex of the apices of the stairs;
On every step bunches of ages, and larger bunches between the steps;
All below duly traveld, and still I mount and mount.
Rise after rise bow the phantoms behind me;
Afar down I see the huge first
I know I was even there;
I waited unseen and always, and
through the lethargic mist,
And took my time, and took no hurt from the fetid carbon.
Long I was huggd closelong and long.
Immense have been the preparations for me,
Faithful and friendly the arms that have helpd me.
Cycles ferried my cradle, rowing and rowing like cheerful boatmen;
For room to me stars kept aside in their own rings;
They sent influences to look after what was to hold me.
Before I was born out of my mother, generations guided me;
My embryo has never been torpidnothing could overlay it.
For it the nebula cohered to an orb,
The long slow strata piled to rest it on,
Vast vegetables gave it sustenance,
Monstrous sauroids transported it in their mouths, and deposited it with care.
All forces have been steadily employd to complete and delight me;
Now on this spot I
with my robust Soul.
O span of youth! Ever-pushd elasticity!
O manhood, balanced, florid, and full.
My lovers suffocate me!
Crowding my lips, thick in the pores of my skin,
Jostling me through streets and public hallscoming naked to me at night,
Crying by day
from the rocks of the riverswinging and chirping over my head,
Calling my name from flower-beds, vines, tangled
Lighting on every moment of my life,
Bussing my body with soft balsamic busses,
Noiselessly passing handfuls out of their hearts, and giving them to be mine.
Old age superbly rising! O
, ineffable grace of dying days!
Every condition promulges not only itselfit promulges what grows after and out of itself,
And the dark hush promulges as much as any.
I open my scuttle at night and see the far-sprinkled systems,
And all I see, multiplied as high as I can cipher, edge but the rim of the farther systems.
Wider and wider they spread, expanding, always expanding,
Outward and outward, and forever outward.
My sun has his sun, and round him obediently wheels,
He joins with his partners a group of superior circuit,
And greater sets follow, making specks of the greatest inside them.
There is no stoppage, and never can be stoppage;
If I, you, and the worlds, and all beneath or upon their
, were this moment reduced back to a pallid float, it would not avail in the long run;
We should surely bring up again where we now stand,
And as surely go as much fartherand then farther and farther.
A few quadrillions of eras, a few octillions of cubic leagues, do not hazard the span, or make it impatient;
They are but partsanything is but a part.
See ever so far, there is limitless space outside of that;
Count ever so much, there is limitless time around that.
My rendezvous is
it is
The Lord will be there, and wait till I come, on perfect terms;
(The great Camerado, the lover true for whom I pine, will be
I know I have the best of time and space, and was never measured, and never will be measured.
I tramp a perpetual journey(come listen
My signs are a rain-proof coat, good shoes, and a staff cut from the woods;
No friend of mine takes his ease in my chair;
I have no chair, no church, no philosophy;
I lead no man to a dinner-table, library, or exchange;
But each man and each woman of you I lead upon a knoll,
My left hand hooking you round the waist,
My right hand pointing to landscapes of continents, and a plain public road.
Not Inot any one else, can travel that road for you,
You must travel it for yourself.
It is not farit is within reach;
Perhaps you have been on it since you were born, and did not know;
Perhaps it is every where on water and on land.
Shoulder your duds, dear
, and I will mine, and let us hasten forth,
Wonderful cities and free nations we shall fetch as we go.
If you tire, give me both burdens, and rest the chuff of your hand on my hip,
And in due time you shall repay the same service to me;
For after we start, we never lie by again.
This day before dawn I ascended a hill, and lookd at the crowded heaven,
And I said to my Spirit,
When we become the enfolders of those orbs, and the pleasure and knowledge of everything in them, shall we be filld and satisfied then?
And my Spirit said,
No, we
level that life, to pass and continue beyond.
You are also asking me questions, and I hear you;
I answer that I cannot answeryou must find out for yourself.
Sit a while, dear
Here are biscuits to eat, and here is milk to drink;
But as soon as you sleep, and renew yourself in sweet clothes,
kiss you with a good-bye kiss, and open the gate for your egress hence.
Long enough have you dreamd contemptible dreams;
Now I wash the gum from your eyes;
You must habit yourself to the dazzle of the light, and of every moment of your life.
Long have you timidly waded, holding a plank by the shore;
Now I will you to be a bold swimmer,
To jump off in the midst of the sea, rise again, nod to me, shout, and laughingly dash with your hair.
I am the teacher of athletes;
He that by me spreads a wider breast than my own, proves the width of my own;
He most honors my style who learns under it to destroy the teacher.
The boy I love, the same becomes a man, not through derived power, but in his own right,
Wicked, rather than virtuous out of conformity or fear,
Fond of his sweetheart, relishing well his steak,
Unrequited love, or a slight, cutting him worse than sharp steel
First-rate to ride, to fight, to hit the bulls eye, to sail a skiff, to sing a song, or play on the banjo,
Preferring scars, and the beard, and faces pitted with small-pox, over all latherers,
And those well tannd to those that keep out of the
I teach straying from meyet who can stray from me?
I follow you, whoever you are, from the present hour;
My words itch at your ears till you understand them.
I do not say these things for a dollar, or to fill up the time while I wait for a boat;
It is you talking just as much as myselfI act as the tongue of you;
in your mouth, in mine it begins to be loosend.
I swear I will never
mention love or death inside a house,
And I swear I will never translate myself at all, only to him or her who privately stays with me in the open air.
If you would understand me, go to the heights or water-shore;
The nearest gnat is an explanation, and a drop or motion of waves a key;
The maul, the oar, the hand-saw, second my words.
No shutterd room or school can commune with me,
But roughs and little children better than they.
The young mechanic is closest to mehe knows me well;
The woodman, that takes his axe and jug with him, shall take me with him all day;
The farm-boy, ploughing in the field, feels good at the sound of my voice;
In vessels that sail, my
sailI go with fishermen and seamen, and love them.
The soldier campd, or upon the march, is mine;
On the night ere the pending battle, many seek me, and I do not fail them;
On the solemn night (it may be their last,) those that know me, seek
My face rubs to the hunters face, when he lies down alone in his blanket;
The driver, thinking of me, does not mind the jolt of his wagon;
The young mother and old mother comprehend me;
The girl and the wife rest the needle a moment, and forget where they are;
They and all would resume what I have told them.
I have said that the soul is not more than the body,
And I have said that the body is not more than the soul;
And nothing, not God, is greater to one than ones self is,
And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy, walks to his own funeral, drest in his shroud,
And I or you, pocketless of a dime, may purchase the pick of the earth,
And to glance with an eye, or show a bean in its pod, confounds the learning of all times,
And there is no trade or employment but the young man following it may become a hero,
And there is no object so soft but it makes a hub for the wheeld universe,
And I say to any man or
, Let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes.
And I
to mankind, Be not curious about God,
For I, who am curious about each, am not curious about God;
(No array of terms can say how much I am at peace about God, and about death.)
I hear and behold God in every object, yet understand God not in the least,
Nor do I understand who there can be more wonderful than myself.
Why should I wish to see God better than this day?
I see something of God each hour of the twenty-four, and each moment then;
In the faces of men and women I see God, and in my own face in the glass;
I find letters from God dropt in the streetand every one is signd by Gods name,
And I leave them where they are, for I know that wheresoeer I
Others will 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 accoucheur comes;
I see the elder-hand, 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 manurebut that does not offend me;
I smell the white roses sweet-scented and growing,
I reach to the leafy lipsI reach to the polishd 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;
I perceive that the ghastly glimmer is noonday sunbeams
And debouch to the steady and central from the offspring great or small.
There is that in meI do not know what it isbut I know it is in me.
Wrenchd and sweatycalm and cool then my body becomes;
I sleepI sleep long.
I do not know itit is without nameit is a word unsaid;
It is not in any dictionary, utterance, 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 deathit is form, union, planit is eternal lifeit is H
The past and present wiltI have filld them, 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 honestlyno one else hears you, and I stay only a minute longer.
Do I contradict myself?
Very well, then, I contradict myself;
(I am largeI contain multitudes.)
I concentrate toward them that are nighI wait on the door-slab.
Who has done his days work? Who 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 mehe complains of my gab and my loitering.
I too am not a bit tamedI too am untranslatable;
I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.
The last scud of day holds back for me;
It flings my likeness after the rest, and true as any, on the shadowd wilds;
It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk.
I depart as airI shake my white locks at the runaway sun;
I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags.
I bequeathe myself to the dirt, to grow from the grass I love;
If you want me again, look for me under your boot-soles.
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 somewhere, waiting for you.
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In Sweden, I have met someone who advocated random elections. People are picked randomly in the ID database and designated as part-time leaders of the country. To address things which they don't know, they refer to a public institution of people who work in the field.
This idea makes me feel a bit uncomfortable, though I can't find precise arguments against it, but it would certainly lead to more representative governments.
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"In Sweden, I have met someone who advocated random elections. People are picked randomly in the ID database and designated as part-time leaders of the country. To address things which they don't know, they refer to a public institution of people who work in the field."
Interesting, however I dislike the fact that this system would not be democratic either.
I've proposed some ideas in the past myself.
1. Rank voting, to address the problem when people end up voting for the candidates most likely to win, rather than those they actually want to win. This one is a no-brainer, but would severely weaken the democratic and republican parties such that I doubt there is sufficient incentive among politicians to fix the problem.
2. Revolving door vote. Instead of voting at distant intervals, a public vote could be recorded for each voter until the person dies or casts a new vote. The majority vote would be tabulated continuously (something like every month). This would have significant ramifications, but the idea is that politicians would have a far greater incentive to listen to the public over their own agenda.
3. Vote directly on issues instead of through politicians. A representative might not follow through on his stated plans. And even if he does, our vote for him doesn't imply endorsement of the full plan. People must vote for the candidate on a restricted set of dimensions (which often turn out to be those promoted by political think tanks). This implies that most dimensions will never see the light of the democratic process, and can even result in elected officials pushing policy which completely contradicts the majority view on them.
4. Domain specific elections. Short of being able to vote on specific issues, maybe it'd be possible to vote in representatives on a finer granularity such that voters can cast a ballot which better reflects their choices.
Of course I've heard some people say that democracy doesn't work in the first place because people are too stupid to make the best choices for themselves without political middlemen. Maybe that's true, but I'd still rather live democratically among a stupid people than live under tyrants who are wise.


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Judge Clears Way for $2 Billion Sale of L.A. Clippers
Shelly Sterling Will Be Able to Proceed With Sale to Steve Ballmer After Ruling Against Husband Donald Sterling
LOS ANGELES—Shelly Sterling, wife of Donald Sterling, will be able to proceed with a record-breaking $2 billion sale of the Los Angeles Clippers against his will, a Los Angeles probate judge said in a tentative oral ruling on Monday.
Judge Michael Levanas agreed with Ms. Sterling in a case that has pitted her against her husband over the sale of the team. Three issues hung in the balance in the ruling: Whether Mr. Sterling was removed as co-trustee in a way that complied with the terms of the Sterling Family Trust; whether...


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CRESTVIEW � Two of downtown's most well attended events combine today when the Spanish Trail Cruisers' Average Joe Car Show meets the Main Street Crestview Association's restaurant crawl.
CRESTVIEW � Two of downtown's most well attended events combine Saturday when the Spanish Trail Cruisers' Average Joe Car Show meets the Main Street Crestview Association's restaurant crawl.
The annual showcase of vintage vehicles, none newer than the 1979 model year, fills Main Street with more than 100 cars, pick-ups and � in past years � even a stately 1950s Chevrolet hearse.
The lovingly restored vehicles compete in 15 classes, which, for those that are beauties only in their owners' eyes, include "most rusted," "worst paint," "ugliest entry" and "work in progress" classes.
As car buffs stroll Main Street's street festival atmosphere, for a $10 wristband, they can buy $1 food samples from downtown eateries and establishments outside the historic district.
Registration for the Average Joe Car Show is 8 to 11 a.m., with the show starting at 9 a.m. and trophies presented at 3 p.m. A mobile DJ presents songs, often with a car theme, throughout the event.
Car-show registration fees benefit the Spanish Trail Cruisers' community charity work, including local food banks. Restaurant crawl wristband sales help fund Main Street programs including the annual Fall Festival and Christmas Parade.
Want to go?
The Average Joe Car Show is 9 a.m. to 3 p.m. on Main Street between the courthouse and railroad tracks. Vehicles must be 1979 model year or earlier. Registration is $25. The Main Street Crestview Association sponsors a restaurant crawl during the event. $10 wristbands allow participants to purchase $1 food samples from participating eateries.
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"Boardwalk Empire" returns for season 4
"Boardwalk Empire" returns for what seems a promising season 4 Sunday, Sept. 8, on HBO. A glorious new antagonist to 1920s Atlantic City kingpin Nucky Thompson (Steve Buscemi) arrives in the form of the amazing Jeffrey Wright. Wright joins the ensemble as a series regular, playing the beautifully accented, distinguished and manipulative Valentin Narcisse.
Narcisse is a Doctor of Divinity, a philanthropist, a Trinidadian student of arts and culture, and the power at the center of Harlem. He's a drug lord. For Nucky, whose tight grip on the region's alcohol during the Prohibition era, Narcisse's arrival thankfully opens the next chapter (and good riddance to last season's story involving Bobby Cannavale as rival gangster Gyp Rosetti).
Racial issues are at the fore as Narcisse carefully explains his philosophy of the races — "Libyan" versus "Nordic" and never the twain. After a genteel talk studded with Bible quotations, he coldly demonstrates his feelings about "mixing." His excruciatingly polite manner contrasts with his capacity for excruciating cruelty in one of the most indelible scenes of the entire series.
Once again, the period details are rich, the music is wonderful and the casting superb (including Eric Ladin as a young J. Edgar Hoover). Here's to a better tale this season. Salute!


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How's do I see it working? A bit like Pleth's random event thread, like so...
What: Dungeon
Where: Lost River Cavern
Meet at: Derrington Keep
When: 4 hours from now!
Who: High levels preferred
Other ideas!
Looking for: Hot cleric roleplay and other clerics to RP with.
Meet at: Elysia - Elf Gate
When: April 1st - 2100 GMT
The above are just two examples. You can get more detailed or do variations with it. Just remember to be clear on what you are looking for so people know what to do.
Hope to see this used and maybe more people in game as a result!


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Jewel Quest Mysteries 3: The Seventh Gate
Venture through the hidden relics of Greece as you join Emma in search of her husband and daughter whose disappearance has catapulted them into the middle of a thought-provoking mystery. They began their journey to uncover the mysteries of the famed jewel boards of ancient Greece. Emma must find her missing family before the impending volcanic eruption that will put all of their lives in peril. Don't miss out on this exciting and dangerous adventure that is unlike any other! 16 unique hidden object locations 38 unique sets of items to find 7 jewel boards 5 scrolling hidden object screens 6 mini puzzles Engrossing adventure story
Release Date: June 15, 2012 (Europe)