(Democracy, the destin'd conqueror, yet treacherous
lipsmiles everywhere,
And death and infidelity at every step.)
A breed whose proof is in time and deeds,
What we are we are, nativity is answer enough to objections,
We wield ourselves as a weapon is wielded,
We are powerful and tremendous in ourselves,
We are executive in ourselves, we are sufficient in the variety
of ourselves,
We are the most beautiful to ourselves and in ourselves,
We stand self-pois'd in the middle, branching thence over the
world,
From Missouri, Nebraska, or Kansas, laughing attacks to
scorn.
Nothing is sinful to us outside of ourselves,
Whatever appears, whatever does not appear, we are beautiful
or sinful in ourselves only.
(O Mother&emdash;O Sisters dear!
If we are lost, no victor else has destroy'd us,
It is by ourselves we go down to eternal night.)
All is eligible to all,
All is for individuals, all is for you,
No condition is prohibited, not God's or any.
All comes by the body, only health puts you rapport with the
universe.
Produce great Persons, the rest follows.
I am he who walks the States with a barb'd tongue,
questioning every one I meet,
Who are you that wanted only to be told what you knew
before?
Who are you that wanted only a book to join you in your
nonsense?
(With pangs and cries as thine own O bearer of many
children,
These clamors wild to a race of pride I give.)
O lands, would you be freer than all that has ever been
before?
If you would be freer than all that has been before, come
listen to me.
Fear grace, elegance, civilization, delicatesse,
Fear the mellow sweet, the sucking of honey-juice,
Beware the advancing mortal ripening of Nature,
Beware what precedes the decay of the ruggedness of states
and men.
The immortal poets of Asia and Europe have done their
work and pass'd to other spheres,
A work remains, the work of surpassing all they have done.
America, curious toward foreign characters, stands by its
own at all hazards,
Stands removed, spacious, composite, sound, initiates the
true use of precedents,
Does not repel them or the past or what they have produced
under their forms,
Takes the lesson with calmness, perceives the corpse slowly
borne from the house,
Perceives that it waits a little while in the door, that it was
fittest for its days,
That its life has descended to the stalwart and well-shaped
heir who approaches,
And that he shall be fittest for his days.
Any period one nation must lead,
One land must be the promise and reliance of the future.
These States are the amplest poem,
Here is not merely a nation but a teeming Nation of nations,
Here the doings of men correspond with the broadcast
doings of the day and night,
Here is what moves in magnificent masses careless of
particulars,
Here are the roughs, beards, friendliness, combativeness, the
soul loves,
Here the flowing trains, here the crowds, equality, diversity,
the soul loves.
His spirit surrounding his country's spirit, unclosed to good
and evil,
Surrounding the essences of real things, old times and pre
sent times,
Surrounding just found shores, islands, tribes of red
aborigines,
Weather-beaten vessels, landings, settlements, embryo
stature and muscle,
The haughty defiance of the Year One, war, peace, the
formation of the Constitution,
The separate States, the simple elastic scheme, the
immigrants,
The Union always swarming with blatherers and always sure
and impregnable,
The unsurvey'd interior, log-houses, clearings, wild animals,
hunters, trappers,
Surrounding the multiform agriculture, mines, temperature,
the gestation of new States,
Congress convening every Twelfth-month, the members duly
coming up from the uttermost parts,
Surrounding the noble character of mechanics and farmers,
especially the young men,
Responding their manners, speech, dress, friendships,
the gait they have of persons who never knew
how it felt to
stand in the presence of superiors,
The freshness and candor of their physiognomy,
the copiousness and decision of their phrenology,
The picturesque looseness of their carriage, their fierceness
when wrong'd,
The fluency of their speech, their delight in music, their curiosity,
good temper and open-handedness, the whole
composite make,
The prevailing ardor and enterprise, the large
amativeness,
The perfect equality of the female with the male, the fluid
movement of the population,
The superior marine, free commerce, fisheries, whaling,
golddigging,
Wharf-hemm'd cities, railroad and steamboat lines
intersecting all points,
Factories, mercantile life, labor-saving machinery, the
Northeast, Northwest, Southwest,
Manhattan firemen, the Yankee swap, southern plantation
life,
Slavery&emdash;the murderous, treacherous conspiracy to raise it
upon the ruins of all the rest,
On and on to the grapple with it&emdash;Assassin! then your life
or
ours be the stake, and respite no more.
To hold men together by paper and seal or by compulsion is
no account,
That only holds men together which aggregates all in a living
principle, as the hold of the limbs of the
body or the
fibres of plants.
Of all races and eras these States with veins full of poetica
stuff most need poets, and are to have the
greatest, and
use them the greatest,
Their Presidents shall not be their common referee so much
as their poets shall.
(Soul of love and tongue of fire!
Eye to pierce the deepest deeps and sweep the world!
Ah Mother, prolific and full in all besides, yet how long
barren, barren?)
In peace out of him speaks the spirit of peace, large, rich,
thrifty, building populous towns, encouraging
agriculture,
arts, commerce, lighting the study of man,
the soul,
health, immortality, government,
In war he is the best backer of the war, he fetches artillery
as good as the engineer's, he can make every
word he
speaks draw blood,
The years straying toward infidelity he withholds by his
steady faith,
He is no arguer, he is judgment, (Nature accepts him
absolutely,)
He judges not as the judge judges but as the sun falling round
a helpless thing,
As he sees the farthest he has the most faith,
His thoughts are the hymns of the praise of things,
In the dispute on God and eternity he is silent,
He sees eternity less like a play with a prologue and
denouement,
He sees eternity in men and women, he does not see men and
women as dreams or dots.
For the great Idea, the idea of perfect and free individuals,
For that, the bard walks in advance, leader of leaders,
The attitude of him cheers up slaves and horrifies foreign
despots.
Without extinction is Liberty, without retrograde is Equality,
They live in the feelings of young men and the best women,
(Not for nothing have the indomitable heads of the earth
been always ready to fall for Liberty.)
Songs of stern defiance ever ready,
Songs of the rapid arming and the march,
The flag of peace quick-folded, and instead the flag we know,
Warlike flag of the great Idea.
(Angry cloth I saw there leaping!
I stand again in leaden rain your flapping folds saluting,
I sing you over all, flying beckoning through the fight&emdash;O
the
hard-contested fight!
The cannons ope their rosy-flashing muzzles&emdash;the hurtled
balls scream,
The battle-front forms amid the smoke&emdash;the volleys pour
incessant from the line,
Hark, the ringing word Charge!&emdash;now the tussle and
the
furious maddening yells,
Now the corpses tumble curl'd upon the ground,
Cold, cold in death, for precious life of you,
Angry cloth I saw there leaping.)
Who would assume to teach here may well prepare himself
body and mind,
He may well survey, ponder, arm, fortify, harden, make lithe
himself,
He shall surely be question'd beforehand by me with many
and stern questions.
Who are you indeed who would talk or sing to America?
Have you studied out the land, its idioms and men?
Have you learn'd the physiology, phrenology, politics,
geography, pride, freedom, friendship of the
land? its
substratums and objects?
Have you consider'd the organic compact of the first day of
the first year of Independence, sign'd by the
Commissioners, ratified by the States, and
read by Washington
at the head of the army?
Have you possess'd yourself of the Federal Constitution?
Do you see who have left all feudal processes and poems
behind them, and assumed the poems and processes
of
Democracy?
Are you faithful to things? do you teach what the land and
sea, the bodies of men, womanhood, amativeness,
heroic angers, teach?
Have you sped through fleeting customs, popularities?
Can you hold your hand against all seductions, follies, whirls,
fierce contentions? are you very strong? are
you really of the
whole People?
Are you not of some coterie? some school or mere religion?
Are you done with reviews and criticisms of life? animating
now to life itself?
Have you vivified yourself from the maternity of these States?
Have you too the old ever-fresh forbearance and impartiality?
Do you hold the like love for those hardening to maturity?
for the last-born? little and big? and for
the errant?
What is this you bring my America?
Is it uniform with my country?
Is it not something that has been better told or done before?
Have you not imported this or the spirit of it in some ship?
Is it not a mere tale? a rhyme? a prettiness?&emdash;is the good
old
cause in it?
Has it not dangled long at the heels of the poets, politicians,
literats, of enemies' lands?
Does it not assume that what is notoriously gone is still here?
Does it answer universal needs? will it improve manners?
Does it sound with trumpet-voice the proud victory of the
Union in that secession war?
Can your performance face the open fields and the seaside?
Will it absorb into me as I absorb food, air, to appear again
in my strength, gait, face?
Have real employments contributed to it? original makers,
not mere amanuenses?
Does it meet modern discoveries, calibres, facts, face to face?
What does it mean to American persons, progresses, cities?
Chicago, Kanada, Arkansas?
Does it see behind the apparent custodians the real custodians
standing, menacing, silent, the mechanics,
Manhattanese,
Western men, Southerners, significant alike
in their apathy,
and in the promptness of their love?
Does it see what finally befalls, and has always finally
befallen, each temporizer, patcher, outsider,
partialist, alarmist,
infidel, who has ever ask'd any thing of
America?
What mocking and scornful negligence?
The track strew'd with the dust of skeletons,
By the roadside others disdainfully toss'd.
He masters whose spirit masters, he tastes sweetest who
results sweetest in the long run,
The blood of the brawn beloved of time is unconstraint;
In the need of songs, philosophy, an appropriate native
grand-opera, shipcraft, any craft,
He or she is greatest who contributes the greatest original
practical example.
Already a nonchalant breed, silently emerging, appears on
the streets,
People's lips salute only doers, lovers, satisfiers, positive
knowers,
There will shortly be no more priests, I say their work is
done,
Death is without emergencies here, but life is perpetual
emergencies here,
Are your body, days, manners, superb? after death you shall
be superb,
Justice, health, self-esteem, clear the way with irresistible
power;
How dare you place any thing before a man?
Give me the pay I have served for,
Give to sing the songs of the great Idea, take all the rest,
I have loved the earth, sun, animals, I have despised riches,
I have given alms to every one that ask'd, stood up for the
stupid and crazy, devoted my income and labor
to
others,
Hated tyrants, argued not concerning God, had patience and
indulgence toward the people, taken off my
hat to
nothing known or unknown,
Gone freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young,
and with the mothers of families,
Read these leaves to myself in the open air, tried them by
trees, stars, rivers,
Dismiss'd whatever insulted my own soul or defiled my
body,
Claim'd nothing to myself which I have not carefully claim'd
for others on the same terms,
Sped to the camps, and comrades found and accepted from
every state,
(Upon this breast has many a dying soldier lean'd to breathe
his last,
This arm, this hand, this voice, have nourish'd, rais'd,
restored,
To life recalling many a prostrate form;)
I am willing to wait to be understood by the growth of the
taste of myself,
Rejecting none, permitting all.
(Say O Mother, have I not to your thought been faithful?
Have I not through life kept you and yours before me?)
Underneath all, individuals,
I swear nothing is good to me now that ignores individuals,
The American compact is altogether with individuals,
The only government is that which makes minute of
individuals,
The whole theory of the universe is directed unerringly to one
single individual&emdash;namely to You.
(Mother! with subtle sense severe, with the naked sword in
your hand,
I saw you at last refuse to treat but directly with individuals.)
Underneath all is the Expression of love for men and women,
(I swear I have seen enough of mean and impotent modes of
expressing love for men and women,
After this day I take my own modes of expressing love for
men and women.)
I swear I will have each quality of my race in myself,
(Talk as you like, he only suits these States whose manners
favor the audacity and sublime turbulence
of the States.)
Underneath the lessons of things, spirits, Nature, governments,
ownerships, I swear I perceive other lessons,
Underneath all to me is myself, to you yourself, (the same
monotonous old song.)
I dare not shirk any part of myself,
Not any part of America good or bad,
Not to build for that which builds for mankind,
Not to balance ranks, complexions, creeds, and the sexes,
Not to justify science nor the march of equality,
Nor to feed the arrogant blood of the brawn belov'd of time.
I am for those that have never been master'd,
For men and women whose tempers have never been
master'd,
For those whom laws, theories, conventions, can never
master.
I am for those who walk abreast with the whole earth,
Who inaugurate one to inaugurate all.
I will not be outfaced by irrational things,
I will penetrate what it is in them that is sarcastic upon me,
I will make cities and civilizations defer to me,
This is what I have learnt from America&emdash;it is the amount,
and it I teach again.
(Democracy, while weapons were everywhere aim'd at your
breast,
I saw you serenely give birth to immortal children, saw in
dreams your dilating form,
Saw you with spreading mantle covering the world.)
I match my spirit against yours you orbs, growths, mountains,
brutes,
Copious as you are I absorb you all in myself, and become
the master myself,
America isolated yet embodying all, what is it finally except
myself?
These States, what are they except myself?
I know now why the earth is gross, tantalizing, wicked, it is
for my sake,
I take you specially to be mine, you terrible, rude forms.
(Mother, bend down, bend close to me your face,
I know not what these plots and wards and deferments are for,
I know not fruition's success, but I know that through war
and crime your work goes on, and must yet
go on.)
And I saw the free souls of poets,
The loftiest bards of past ages strode before me,
Strange large men, long unwaked, undisclosed, were disclosed
to me.
Bards for my own land only I invoke,
(For the war, the war is over, the field is clear'd,)
Till they strike up marches henceforth triumphant and
onward,
To cheer O Mother your boundless expectant soul.
Bards of the great Idea! bards of the peaceful inventions!
(for the war, the war is over!)
Yet bards of latent armies, a million soldiers waiting
everready,
Bards with songs as from burning coals or the lightning's
fork'd stripes!
Ample Ohio's, Kanada's bards&emdash;bards of California! inland
bards&emdash;bards of the war!
You by my charm I invoke.
1856 1881
1856 1881