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Crossing Brooklyn Ferry

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FLOOD-TIDE below me! I see you face to face!
Clouds of the west&emdash;sun there half an hour high
     &emdash;I see you also face to face.

Crowds of men and women attired in the usual costumes,
     how curious you are to me!
On the ferry-boats the hundreds and hundreds that cross,
     returning home, are more curious to me than you suppose,
And you that shall cross from shore to shore years hence are
     more to me, and more in my meditations, than you
     might suppose.

2

The impalpable sustenance of me from all things at all hours
     of the day,
The simple, compact, well-join'd scheme, myself disinte-grated,
     every one disintegrated yet part of the scheme,
The similitudes of the past and those of the future,
The glories strung like beads on my smallest sights and
     hearings, on the walk in the street and the passage over
     the river,
The current rushing so swiftly and swimming with me far away,
The others that are to follow me, the ties between me and them,
The certainty of others, the life, love, sight, hearing of others.

Others will enter the gates of the ferry and cross from shore
     to shore,
Others will watch the run of the flood-tide,
Others will see the shipping of Manhattan north and west,
     and the heights of Brooklyn to the south and east,
Others will see the islands large and small;

Fifty years hence, others will see them as they cross, the sun
     half an hour high,
A hundred years hence, or ever so many hundred years hence,
     others will see them,
Will enjoy the sunset, the pouring-in of the flood-tide, the
     falling-back to the sea of the ebb-tide.

3

It avails not, time nor place&emdash;distance avails not,
I am with you, you men and women of a generation, or ever
     so many generations hence,
Just as you feel when you look on the river and sky, so I felt,
Just as any of you is one of a living crowd, I was one of a crowd,
Just as you are refresh'd by the gladness of the river and the
     bright flow, I was refresh'd,
Just as you stand and lean on the rail, yet hurry with the swift
     current, I stood yet was hurried,
Just as you look on the numberless masts of ships and the
     thick-stemm'd pipes of steamboats, I look'd.

I too many and many a time cross'd the river of old,
Watched the Twelfth-month sea-gulls, saw them high in the
     air floating with motionless wings, oscillating their bodies,
Saw how the glistening yellow lit up parts of their bodies and
     left the rest in strong shadow,
Saw the slow-wheeling circles and the gradual edging toward
     the south,
Saw the reflection of the summer sky in the water,
Had my eyes dazzled by the shimmering track of beams,
Look'd at the fine centrifugal spokes of light round the shape
     of my head in the sunlit water,
Look'd on the haze on the hills southward and south-west-ward,
Look'd on the vapor as it flew in fleeces tinged with violet,
Look'd toward the lower bay to notice the vessels arriving,
Saw their approach, saw aboard those that were near me,
Saw the white sails of schooners and sloops, saw the ships
     at anchor,

The sailors at work in the rigging or out astride the spars,
The round masts, the swinging motion of the hulls, the
     slender serpentine pennants,
The large and small steamers in motion, the pilots in their
     pilot-houses,
The white wake left by the passage, the quick tremulous whirl
     of the wheels,
The flags of all nations, the falling of them at sunset,
The scallop-edged waves in the twilight, the ladled cups, the
     frolicsome crests and glistening,
The stretch afar growing dimmer and dimmer, the gray walls
     of the granite storehouses by the docks,
On the river the shadowy group, the big steam-tug closely
     flank'd on each side by the barges, the hay-boat, the
     belated lighter,
On the neighboring shore the fires from the foundry
     chimneys burning high and glaringly into the night,
Casting their flicker of black contrasted with wild red and
     yellow light over the tops of houses, and down into the
     clefts of streets.

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These and all else were to me the same as they are to you,
I loved well those cities, loved well the stately and rapid river,
The men and women I saw were all near to me,
Others the same&emdash;others who look back on me because I
     look'd forward to them,
(The time will come, though I stop here to-day, and to-night.)

5

What is it then between us?
What is the count of the scores or hundreds of years between us?

Whatever it is, it avails not&emdash;distance avails not, and place
     avails not,
I too lived, Brooklyn of ample hills was mine,
I too walk'd the streets of Manhattan island, and bathed in
     the waters around it,
I too felt the curious abrupt questionings stir within me.

In the day among crowds of people sometimes they came upon me,
In my walks home late at night or as I lay in my bed they
     came upon me,
I too had been struck from the float forever held in solution,
I too had receiv'd identity by my body,
That I was I knew was of my body, and what I should be I
     knew I should be of my body.

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It is not upon you alone the dark patches fall,
The dark threw its patches down upon me also,
The best I had done seem'd to me blank and suspicious,
My great thoughts as I supposed them, were they not in
     reality meagre?
Nor is it you alone who know what it is to be evil,
I am he who knew what it was to be evil,
I too knitted the old knot of contrariety,
Blabb'd, blush'd, resented, lied, stole, grudg'd,
Had guile, anger, lust, hot wishes I dared not speak,
Was wayward, vain, greedy, shallow, sly, cowardly, malignant,
The wolf, the snake, the hog, not wanting in me,
The cheating look, the frivolous word, the adulterous wish,
     not wanting,
Refusals, hates, postponements, meanness, laziness, none of
     these wanting,
Was one with the rest, the days and haps of the rest,
Was call'd by my nighest name by clear loud voices of young
     men as they saw me approaching or passing,
Felt their arms on my neck as I stood, or the negligent
     leaning of their flesh against me as I sat,
Saw many I loved in the street or ferry-boat or public
     assembly, yet never told them a word,
Lived the same life with the rest, the same old laughing,
     gnawing, sleeping,
Play'd the part that still looks back on the actor or actress,
The same old role, the role that is what we make it, as great
     as we like,
Or as small as we like, or both great and small.

7

Closer yet I approach you,
What thought you have of me now, I had as much of you&emdash;I
     laid in my stores in advance,
I consider'd long and seriously of you before you were born.

Who was to know what should come home to me?
Who knows but I am enjoying this?
Who knows, for all the distance, but I am as good as looking
     at you now, for all you cannot see me?

8

Ah, what can ever be more stately and admirable to me than
     mast-hemm'd Manhattan?
River and sunset and scallop-edg'd waves of flood-tide?
The sea-gulls oscillating their bodies, the hay-boat in the
     twilight, and the belated lighter?

What gods can exceed these that clasp me by the hand, and
     with voices I love call me promptly and loudly by my
     nighest name as I approach?

What is more subtle than this which ties me to the woman or
     man that looks in my face?
Which fuses me into you now, and pours my meaning into you?

We understand then do we not?
What I promis'd without mentioning it, have you not accepted?
What the study could not teach&emdash;what the preaching could
     not accomplish is accomplish'd, is it not?

9

Flow on, river! flow with the flood-tide, and ebb with the ebb-tide!
Frolic on, created and scallop-edg'd waves!
Gorgeous clouds of the sunset! drench with your splendor me, or
     the men and women generations after me!

Cross from shore to shore, countless crowds of passengers!
Stand up, tall masts of Mannahatta! stand up, beautiful hills
     of Brooklyn!
Throb, baffled and curious brain! throw out questions and answers!
Suspend here and everywhere, eternal float of solution!
Gaze, loving and thirsting eyes, in the house or street or public
     assembly!
Sound out, voices of young men! loudly and musically call
     me by my nighest name!
Live, old life! play the part that looks back on the actor or actress!
Play the old role, the role that is great or small according as
     one makes it!
Consider, you who peruse me, whether I may not in unknown
     ways be looking upon you;
Be firm, rail over the river, to support those who lean idly,
     yet haste with the hasting current;
Fly on, sea-birds! fly sideways, or wheel in large circles high
     in the air;
Receive the summer sky, you water, and faithfully hold it till
     all downcast eyes have time to take it from you!
Diverge, fine spokes of light, from the shape of my head, or
     any one's head, in the sunlit water!
Come on, ships from the lower bay! pass up or down,
     white-sail'd schooners, sloops, lighters!
Flaunt away, flags of all nations! be duly lower'd at sunset!
Burn high your fires, foundry chimneys! cast black shadows
     at nightfall! cast red and yellow light over the tops
     of the houses!
Appearances, now or henceforth, indicate what you are,
You necessary film, continue to envelop the soul,
About my body for me, and your body for you, be hung our
     divinest aromas,
Thrive, cities&emdash;bring your freight, bring your shows,
     ample and sufficient rivers,
Expand, being than which none else is perhaps more spiritual,
Keep your places, objects than which none else is more lasting.

You have waited, you always wait, you dumb, beautiful ministers,
We receive you with free sense at last, and are insatiate
     hence-forward,
Not you any more shall be able to foil us, or withhold
     yourselves from us,
We use you, and do not cast you aside&emdash;we plant you
     permanently within us,
We fathom you not&emdash;we love you&emdash;there is
     perfection in you also,
You furnish your parts toward eternity,
Great or small, you furnish your parts toward the soul.

1856                                                                  1881




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