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[Table of Contents]Darest thou now O soul,
Walk out with me toward the unknown region,
Where neither ground is for the feet nor any path to follow?
No map there, nor guide,
Nor voice sounding, nor touch of human hand,
Nor face with blooming flesh, nor lips, nor eyes, are in that
land.
I know it not O soul,
Nor dost thou, all is a blank before us,
All waits undream'd of in that region, that inaccessible land.
Till when the ties loosen,
All but the ties eternal, Time and Space,
Nor darkness, gravitation, sense, nor any bounds bounding
us.
Then we burst forth, we float,
In Time and Space O soul, prepared for them,
Equal, equipt at last, (O joy! O fruit of all!) them to fulfil O
soul.
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Whispers of heavenly death murmur'd I hear,
Labial gossip of night, sibilant chorals,
Footsteps gently ascending, mystical breezes wafted soft and
low,
Ripples of unseen rivers, tides of a current flowing, forever
flowing,
(Or is it the plashing of tears? the measureless waters of
human tears?)
I see, just see skyward, great cloud-masses,
Mournfully slowly they roll, silently swelling and mixing,
With at times a half-dimm'd sadden'd far-off star,
Appearing and disappearing.
(Some parturition rather, some solemn immortal birth;
On the frontiers to eyes impenetrable,
Some soul is passing over.)
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1 Chanting the square deific, out of the One
advancing, out of
the sides,
Out of the old and new, out of the square entirely divine,
Solid, four-sided, (all the sides needed,) from this side Jehovah
am I,
Old Brahm I, and I Saturnius am;
Not Time affects me&emdash;I am Time, old, modern as any,
Unpersuadable, relentless, executing righteous judgments,
As the Earth, the Father, the brown old Kronos, with laws,
Aged beyond computation, yet ever new, ever with those
mighty laws rolling,
Relentless I forgive no man&emdash;whoever sins dies&emdash;I will have
that man's life;
Therefore let none expect mercy&emdash;have the seasons, gravitation,
the appointed days, mercy? no more have I,
But as the seasons and gravitation, and as all the appointed
days that forgive not,
I dispense from this side judgments inexorable without the
least remorse.
2 Consolator most mild, the promis'd one advancing,
With gentle hand extended, the mightier God am I,
Foretold by prophets and poets in their most rapt prophecies
and poems,
From this side, lo! the Lord Christ gazes&emdash;lo! Hermes I&emdash;
lo! mine is Hercules' face,
All sorrow, labor, suffering, I, tallying it, absorb in
myself,
Many times have I been rejected, taunted, put in prison, and
crucified, and many times shall be again,
All the world have I given up for my dear brothers' and sisters'
sake, for the soul's sake,
Wending my way through the homes of men, rich or poor,
with the kiss of affection,
For I am affection, I am the cheer-bringing God, with hope
and all-enclosing charity,
With indulgent words as to children, with fresh and sane
words, mine only,
Young and strong I pass knowing well I am destin'd myself
to an early death;
But my charity has no death&emdash;my wisdom dies not, neither
early nor late,
And my sweet love bequeath'd here and elsewhere never
dies.
3 Aloof, dissatisfied, plotting revolt,
Comrade of criminals, brother of slaves,
Crafty, despised, a drudge, ignorant,
With sudra face and worn brow, black, but in the depths of
my heart, proud as any,
Lifted now and always against whoever scorning assumes to
rule me,
Morose, full of guile, full of reminiscences, brooding, with
many wiles,
(Though it was thought I was baffled and dispel'd, and my
wiles done, but that will never be,)
Defiant, I, Satan, still live, still utter words, in new lands duly
appearing, (and old ones also,)
Permanent here from my side, warlike, equal with any, real
as any,
Nor time nor change shall ever change me or my words.
4 Santa Spirita, breather, life,
Beyond the light, lighter than light,
Beyond the flames of hell, joyous, leaping easily above hell,
Beyond Paradise, perfumed solely with mine own perfume,
Including all life on earth, touching, including God, including
Saviour and Satan,
Ethereal, pervading all, (for without me what were all? what
were God?)
Essence of forms, life of the real identities, permanent, positive,
(namely the unseen,)
Life of the great round world, the sun and stars, and of man,
I, the general soul,
Here the square finishing, the solid, I the most solid,
Breathe my breath also through these songs.
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OF HIM I LOVE DAY AND NIGHT
Of him I love day and night I dream'd I heard he
was dead,
And I dream'd I went where they had buried him I love, but
he was not in that place,
And I dream'd I wander'd searching among burial-places to
find him,
And I found that every place was a burial-place;
The houses full of life were equally full of death, (this house
is now,)
The streets, the shipping, the places of amusement, the Chicago,
Boston, Philadelphia, the Mannahatta, were as
full of the dead as of the living,
And fuller, O vastly fuller of the dead than of the living;
And what I dream'd I will henceforth tell to every person and
age,
And I stand henceforth bound to what I dream'd,
And now I am willing to disregard burial-places and
dispense with them,
And if the memorials of the dead were put up indifferently
everywhere, even in the room where I eat or sleep, I
should be satisfied,
And if the corpse of any one I love, or if my own corpse,
be duly render'd to powder and pour'd in the sea, I shall be
satisfied,
Or if it be distributed to the winds I shall be satisfied.
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YET, YET, YE DOWNCAST HOURS
Yet, yet, ye downcast hours, I know ye also,
Weights of lead, how ye clog and cling at my ankles,
Earth to a chamber of mourning turns&emdash;I hear the o'er
weening, mocking voice,
Matter is conqueror&emdash;matter, triumphant only, continues
onward.
Despairing cries float ceaselessly toward me,
The call of my nearest lover, putting forth, alarm'd,
uncertain,
The sea I am quickly to sail, come tell me,
Come tell me where I am speeding, tell me my destination.
I understand your anguish, but I cannot help you,
I approach, hear, behold, the sad mouth, the look out of the
eyes, your mute inquiry,
Whither I go from the bed I recline on, come tell me;
Old age, alarm'd, uncertain&emdash;a young woman's voice,
appealing to me for comfort;
A young man's voice, Shall I not escape?
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AS IF A PHANTOM CARESS'D ME
As if a phantom caress'd me,
I thought I was not alone walking here by the shore;
But the one I thought was with me as now I walk by the
shore, the one I loved that caress'd me,
As I lean and look through the glimmering light, that one has
utterly disappear'd,
And those appear that are hateful to me and mock me.
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ASSURANCES
I need no assurances, I am a man who is
pre-occupied of his
own soul;
I do not doubt that from under the feet and beside the hands
and face I am cognizant of, are now looking faces I am
not cognizant of, calm and actual faces,
I do not doubt but the majesty and beauty of the world are
latent in any iota of the world,
I do not doubt I am limitless, and that the universes are
limitless, in vain I try to think how limitless,
I do not doubt that the orbs and the systems of orbs play
their swift sports through the air on purpose, and that I
shall one day be eligible to do as much as they, and more
than they,
I do not doubt that temporary affairs keep on and on millions
of years,
I do not doubt interiors have their interiors, and exteriors
have their exteriors, and that the eyesight has another
eyesight, and the hearing another hearing, and the voice
another voice,
I do not doubt that the passionately-wept deaths of young
men are provided for, and that the deaths of young
women and the deaths of little children are provided for,
(Did you think Life was so well provided for, and Death, the
purport of all Life, is not well provided for?)
I do not doubt that wrecks at sea, no matter what the horrors
of them, no matter whose wife, child, husband, father,
lover, has gone down, are provided for, to the minutest
points,
I do not doubt that whatever can possibly happen anywhere
at any time, is provided for in the inherences of things,
I do not think Life provides for all and for Time and Space,
but I believe Heavenly Death provides for all.
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QUICKSAND YEARS
Quicksand years that whirl me I know not whither,
Your schemes, politics, fail, lines give way, substances mock
and elude me,
Only the theme I sing, the great and strong-possess'd soul,
eludes not,
One's-self must never give way&emdash;that is the final substance&emdash;
that out of all is sure,
Out of politics, triumphs, battles, life, what at last finally
remains?
When shows break up what but One's-Self is sure?
(1861-2) 1867
THAT MUSIC ALWAYS ROUND ME
That music always round me, unceasing,
unbeginning, yet long
untaught I did not hear,
But now the chorus I hear and am elated,
A tenor, strong, ascending with power and health, with glad
notes of daybreak I hear,
A soprano at intervals sailing buoyantly over the tops of
immense waves,
A transparent base shuddering lusciously under and through
the universe,
The triumphant tutti, the funeral wailings with sweet flutes
and violins, all these I fill myself with,
I hear not the volumes of sound merely, I am moved by the
exquisite meanings,
I listen to the different voices winding in and out, striving,
contending with fiery vehemence to excel each other in
emotion;
I do not think the performers know themselves&emdash;but now I
think I begin to know them.
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WHAT SHIP PUZZLED AT SEA
What ship puzzled at sea, cons for the true
reckoning?
Or coming in, to avoid the bars and follow the channel a
perfect pilot needs?
Here, sailor! here, ship! take aboard the most perfect pilot,
Whom, in a little boat, putting off and rowing, I hailing you
offer.
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A NOISELESS PATIENT SPIDER
A noiseless patient spider,
I mark'd where on a little promontory it stood isolated,
Mark'd how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,
It launched forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself,
Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.
And you O my soul where you stand,
Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres
to connect them,
Till the bridge you will need be form'd, till the ductile anchor
hold,
Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my
soul.
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O LIVING ALWAYS, ALWAYS DYING
O living always, always dying!
O the burials of me past and present,
O me while I stride ahead, material, visible, imperious as
ever;
O me, what I was for years, now dead, (I lament not, I am
content;)
O to disengage myself from those corpses of me, which I turn
and look at where I cast them,
To pass on, (O living! always living!) and leave the corpses
behind.
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TO ONE SHORTLY TO DIE
From all the rest I single out you, having a
message for you,
You are to die&emdash;let others tell you what they please, I cannot
prevaricate,
I am exact and merciless, but I love you&emdash;there is no escape
for you.
HEAVENLY DEATH
Softly I lay my right hand upon you, you just feel it,
I do not argue, I bend my head close and half envelop it,
I sit quietly by, I remain faithful,
I am more than nurse, more than parent or neighbor,
I absolve you from all except yourself spiritual bodily, that is
eternal, you yourself will surely escape,
The corpse you will leave will be but excrementitious.
The sun bursts through in unlooked-for directions,
Strong thoughts fill you and confidence, you smile,
You forget you are sick, as I forget you are sick,
You do not see the medicines, you do not mind the weeping
friends, I am with you,
I exclude others from you, there is nothing to be commiserated,
I do not commiserate, I congratulate you.
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NIGHT ON THE PRAIRIES
Night on the prairies,
The supper is over, the fire on the ground burns low,
The wearied emigrants sleep, wrapt in their blankets;
I walk by myself&emdash;I stand and look at the stars, which I think
now I never realized before.
Now I absorb immortality and peace,
I admire death and test propositions.
How plenteous! how spiritual! how resume!
The same old man and soul&emdash;the same old aspirations, and
the same content.
I was thinking the day most splendid till I saw what the
notday exhibited,
I was thinking this globe enough till there sprang out so
noiseless around me myriads of other globes.
Now while the great thoughts of space and eternity fill me I
will measure myself by them,
And now touch'd with the lives of other globes arrived as far
along as those of the earth,
Or waiting to arrive, or pass'd on farther than those of the
earth,
I henceforth no more ignore them than I ignore my own life,
Or the lives of the earth arrived as far as mine, or waiting to
arrive.
O I see now that life cannot exhibit all to me, as the day
cannot,
I see that I am to wait for what will be exhibited by death.
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THOUGHT
As I sit with others at a great feast, suddenly while the music
is playing,
To my mind, (whence it comes I know not,) spectral in mist
of a wreck at sea,
Of certain ships, how they sail from port with flying streamers
and wafted kisses, and that is the last of them,
Of the solemn and murky mystery about the fate of the
President,
Of the flower of the marine science of fifty generations
founder'd off the Northeast coast and going down&emdash;of the
steamship Arctic going down,
Of the veil'd tableau&emdash;women gather'd together on deck,
pale, heroic, waiting the moment that draws so close&emdash;O
the moment!
A huge sob&emdash;a few bubbles&emdash;the white foam spirting up&emdash;
and then the women gone,
Sinking there while the passionless wet flows on&emdash;and I now
pondering, Are those women gone?
Are souls drown'd and destroy'd so?
Is only matter triumphants?
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THE LAST INVOCATION
At the last, tenderly,
From the walls of the powerful fortress'd house,
From the clasp of the knitted locks, from the keep of the
well-closed doors,
Let me be wafted.
HEAVENLY DEATH
Let me glide noiselessly forth;
With the key of softness unlock the locks&emdash;with a whisper,
Set ope the doors O soul.
Tenderly&emdash;be not impatient,
(Strong is your hold O mortal flesh,
Strong is your hold O love.)
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AS I WATCH'D THE PLOUGHMAN PLOUGHING
As I watch'd the ploughman ploughing,
Or the sower sowing in the fields, or the harvester harvesting,
I saw there too, O life and death, your analogies;
(Life, life is the tillage, Death is the harvest according.)
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PENSIVE AND FALTERING
Pensive and faltering,
The words the Dead I write,
For living are the Dead,
(Haply the only living, only real,
And I the apparition, I the spectre.)
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