Monthly Archives: August 2014
Quote for the Week
The most solid advice for a writer is this, I think: Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell. And when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.
–William Saroyan, The Daring Young Man on the Flying Trapeze, Preface
Daily Whitman
Song of the Open Road
3 You air that serves me with breath to speak! You objects that call from diffusion my meanings and give them shape! You light that wraps me and all things in delicate equable showers! You paths worn in the irregular hollows by the roadsides! I believe you are latent with unseen existences, you are so dear to me. You flagg'd walks of the cities! you strong curbs at the edges! You ferries! you planks and posts of wharves! you timber-lined side! you distant ships! You rows of houses! you window-pierc'd facades! you roofs! You porches and entrances! you copings and iron guards! You windows whose transparent shells might expose so much! You doors and ascending steps! you arches! You gray stones of interminable pavements! you trodden crossings! From all that has touch'd you I believe you have imparted to yourselves, and now would impart the same secretly to me, From the living and the dead you have peopled your impassive surfaces, and the spirits thereof would be evident and amicable with me.
Daily Whitman
Song of the Open Road
2 You road I enter upon and look around, I believe you are not all that is here, I believe that much unseen is also here. Here the profound lesson of reception, nor preference nor denial, The black with his woolly head, the felon, the diseas'd, the illiterate person, are not denied; The birth, the hasting after the physician, the beggar's tramp, the drunkard's stagger, the laughing party of mechanics, The escaped youth, the rich person's carriage, the fop, the eloping couple, The early market-man, the hearse, the moving of furniture into the town, the return back from the town, They pass, I also pass, any thing passes, none can be interdicted, None but are accepted, none but shall be dear to me.
Daily Whitman
BOOK VII
Song of the Open Road
1 Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose. Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune, Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing, Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms, Strong and content I travel the open road. The earth, that is sufficient, I do not want the constellations any nearer, I know they are very well where they are, I know they suffice for those who belong to them. (Still here I carry my old delicious burdens, I carry them, men and women, I carry them with me wherever I go, I swear it is impossible for me to get rid of them, I am fill'd with them, and I will fill them in return.)
Daily Whitman: Index
This is the complete index to the various poems in Leaves of Grass, which I am publishing as my “Daily Whitman” series. Enjoy!
Leaves of Grass (Intro) | Roots and Leaves Themselves Alone | Song for All Seas, All Ships 2 | This Compost 2 |
Years of the Modern |
Book I. Inscriptions |
Not Heat Flames Up and Consumes | Patroling Barnegat |
To a Foil’dEuropeanRevolutionaire | Ashes of Soldiers |
As I Ponder’d In Silence |
Trickle Drops | After the Sea-Ship |
Unnamed Land | Thoughts 1 |
In Cabin’d Ships at Sea |
City of Orgies | Book XX. By the Roadside |
Song of Prudence | Thoughts 2 |
To Foreign Lands | Behold This Swarthy Face
|
Europe (the 72nd and 73rdYears of These States) | The Singer in the Prison 1 | Song at Sunset |
To a Historian | I Saw in Louisiana a Live-Oak Growing | A Hand-Mirror | The Singer in the Prison 2 | As at Thy Portals
Also Death |
To Thee Old Cause | To a Stranger | Gods | The Singer in the Prison 3 | My Legacy |
Eidolons | This Moment Yearning and Thoughtful
|
Germs | Warble for Lilac-Time | Pensive on Her Dead
Gazing |
For Him I Sing | I Hear It Was Charged Against Me | Thoughts | Outlines for a Tomb (G. P., Buried 1870) 1 |
Camps of Green |
When I Read the Book
|
The Prairie-Grass Dividing
|
Perfections | Outlines for a Tomb (G. P., Buried 1870) 2 |
The Sobbing of the
Bells [Midnight, Sept. 19-20, 1881] |
Beginning My Studies | When I Peruse the Conquer’d Fame
|
O Me! O Life! | Outlines for a Tomb (G. P., Buried 1870) 3 |
As They Draw to a
Close |
Beginners | We Two Boys Together Clinging
|
To a President | Out from Behind This Mask (To Confront a Portrait) 1 |
Joy, Shipmate, Joy! |
To the States | A Promise to California | I Sit and Look Out |
Out from Behind This Mask (To Confront a Portrait) 2 |
The Untold Want |
On Journeys Through the States
|
Here the Frailest Leaves of Me | To Rich Givers |
Vocalism 1 |
Portals |
To a Certain Cantatrice
|
No Labor-Saving Machine
|
The Dalliance of the Eagles |
Vocalism 2 |
These Carols |
Me Imperturbe | A Glimpse | Roaming in Thought (after Reading Hegel) |
To Him That Was Crucified |
Now Finale to the Shore |
Savantism | A Leaf for Hand in Hand | A Farm Picture |
You Felons on Trial in Courts |
So Long! |
The Ship Starting | Earth, My Likeness | A Child’s Amaze |
Laws for Creations |
Book XXXIV. Sands at Seventy Manahatta |
I Hear America Singing | I Dream’d in a Dream |
The Runner |
To a Common Prostitute |
Paumanok |
What Place Is Besieged
|
What Think You I Take My Pen in Hand? |
Beautiful Women |
I Was Looking a Long While |
From Montauk Point |
Still Though the One I Sing
|
To the East and to the West |
Mother and Babe |
Thought | To Those Who’ve Fail’d |
Shut Not Your Doors | Sometimes with One I Love | Thought | Miracles | A Carol Closing
Sixty-Nine |
Poets to Come | To a Western Boy | Visor’d | Sparkles from the Wheel |
The Bravest
Soldiers |
To You | Fast Anchor’dEternal O Love | Thought | To a Pupil |
A Font of Type |
Thou Reader | Among the Multitude | Gliding O’er All |
Unfolded out of the Folds |
As I Sit Writing
Here |
Book II |
O You Whom I Often and Silently Come |
Hast Never Come to Thee an Hour |
What Am I After All |
My Canary Bird |
Starting fromPaumanok 2 | That Shadow My Likeness | Thought | Kosmos | Queries to My
Seventieth Year |
Starting fromPaumanok 3 | Full of Life Now | To Old Age |
Others May Praise What They Like |
The Wallabout Martyrs |
Starting fromPaumanok 4 | Book VI |
Locations and Times |
Who Learns My LessonComlete? |
The First Dandelion |
Starting fromPaumanok 5 | Salut au Monde! 2 |
Offerings | Tests | America |
Starting fromPaumanok 6 | Salut au Monde! 3 |
To These States (to Identify the 16th, 17th, or 18th Presidentiad) |
The Torch |
Memories |
Starting fromPaumanok 7 | Salut au Monde! 4 |
Book XXI. Drum-Taps First |
O Star of France (1870-1871) |
To-Day and Thee |
Starting fromPaumanok 8 | Salut au Monde! 5 |
Eighteen Sixty-One |
The Ox-Tamer |
After the Dazzle of
Day |
Starting fromPaumanok 9 | Salut au Monde! 6 |
Beat! Beat! Drums! |
Wandering at Morn |
Abraham Lincoln,
Born Feb. 12, 1809 |
Starting fromPaumanok 10 | Salut au Monde! 7 |
From PaumanokStarting I Fly Like a Bird |
With All Thy Gifts |
Out of May’s Shows
Selected |
Starting fromPaumanok 11 | Salut au Monde! 8 |
Song of the Banner at Daybreak |
My Picture-Gallery |
Halcyon Days |
Starting fromPaumanok 12 | Salut au Monde! 9 |
Rise O Days from Your Fathomless Deeps |
The Prairie States |
FANCIES AT NAVESINK [I] |
Starting fromPaumanok 13 | Salut au Monde! 10 |
Virginia—The West |
Book XXV Proud |
FANCIES AT NAVESINK [II] |
Starting fromPaumanok 14 | Salut au Monde! 11 |
City of Ships |
Proud Music of the Storm 2 |
FANCIES AT NAVESINK [III] |
Starting fromPaumanok 15 | Salut au Monde! 12 |
The Centenarian’s Story |
Proud Music of the Storm 3 |
FANCIES AT NAVESINK [IV] |
Starting fromPaumanok 16 | Salut au Monde! 13 |
Cavalry Crossing a Ford |
Proud Music of the Storm 4 |
FANCIES AT NAVESINK [V] |
Starting fromPaumanok 17 | Book VII |
Bivouac on a Mountain Side |
Proud Music of the Storm 5 |
FANCIES AT NAVESINK [VI] |
Starting fromPaumanok 18 | Song of the Open Road 2 | An Army Corps on the March |
Proud Music of the Storm 6 |
FANCIES AT NAVESINK [VII] |
Starting fromPaumanok 19 | Song of the Open Road 3 | By the Bivouac’s Fitful Flame |
Book XXVI Passage |
FANCIES AT NAVESINK [VIII] |
Book III |
Song of the Open Road 4 | Come up from the Fields Father |
Passage to India 2 |
Election Day,
November, 1884 |
Song of Myself 2 | Song of the Open Road 5 | Vigil Strange I Kept on the Field One Night |
Passage to India 3 |
With Husky-Haughty
Lips, O Sea! |
Song of Myself 3 | Song of the Open Road 6 | A March in the Ranks Hard-Prest, and the Road Unknown |
Passage to India 4 |
Death of General
Grant |
Song of Myself 4 | Song of the Open Road 7 | A Sight in Camp in the Daybreak Gray and Dim |
Passage to India 5 |
Red Jacket (From
Aloft) |
Song of Myself 5 | Song of the Open Road 8 | As Toilsome I Wander Virginia’s Woods |
Passage to India 6 |
Washington’s
Monument February, 1885 |
Song of Myself 6 | Song of the Open Road 9 | Not the Pilot |
Passage to India 7 |
Of That Blithe
Throat of Thine |
Song of Myself 7 | Song of the Open Road 10 | Year that Trembled andReel’d Beneath Me |
Passage to India 8 |
Broadway |
Song of Myself 8 | Song of the Open Road 11 | The Wound-Dresser 1 |
Passage to India 9 |
To Get the Final
Lilt of Songs |
Song of Myself 9 | Song of the Open Road 12 | The Wound-Dresser 2 |
Book XXVII Prayer |
Old SaltKossabone |
Song of Myself 10 | Song of the Open Road 13 | The Wound-Dresser 3 |
Book XXVIII The |
The Dead Tenor |
Song of Myself 11 | Song of the Open Road 14 | The Wound-Dresser 4 |
The Sleepers 2 |
Continuities |
Song of Myself 12 | Song of the Open Road 15 | Long, Too Long America |
The Sleepers 3 |
Yonnondio |
Song of Myself 13 | Book VIII |
Give Me the Splendid Silent Sun 1 |
The Sleepers 4 |
Life |
Song of Myself 14 | Crossing Brooklyn Ferry 2 | Give Me the Splendid Silent Sun 2 |
The Sleepers 5 |
“Going
Somewhere” |
Song of Myself 15 | Crossing Brooklyn Ferry 3 | Dirge for Two Veterans |
The Sleepers 6 |
Small the Theme of
My Chant |
Song of Myself 16 | Crossing Brooklyn Ferry 4 | Over the Carnage Rose Prophetic a Voice |
The Sleepers 7 |
True Conquerors |
Song of Myself 17 | Crossing Brooklyn Ferry 5 | I Saw Old General at Bay |
The Sleepers 8 |
The United States
to Old World Critics |
Song of Myself 18 | Crossing Brooklyn Ferry 6 | The Artilleryman’s Visions |
Transpositions | The Calming Thought
of All |
Song of Myself 19 | Crossing Brooklyn Ferry 7 | Ethiopia Saluting the Colors |
Book XXIX To |
Thanks in Old Age |
Song of Myself 20 | Crossing Brooklyn Ferry 8 | Not Youth Pertains to Me |
To Think of Time 2 |
Life and Death |
Song of Myself 21 | Crossing Brooklyn Ferry 9 | Race of Veterans |
To Think of Time 3 |
The Voice of the
Rain |
Song of Myself 22 | Book IX |
World Take Good Notice |
To Think of Time 4 |
Soon Shall the
Winter’s Foil Be Here |
Song of Myself 23 | Song of the Answerer 2 | O Tan-Face Prarie-Boy |
To Think of Time 5 |
While Not the Past
Forgetting |
Song of Myself 24 | Book X |
Look Down Fair Moon |
To Think of Time 6 |
The Dying Veteran |
Song of Myself 25 | Book XI |
Reconciliation | To Think of Time 7 |
Stronger Lessons |
Song of Myself 26 | Book XII |
How Solemn as One by One (Washington City, 1865) |
To Think of Time 8 |
A Prairie Sunset |
Song of Myself 27 | Song of the Broad-Axe 2 | As I Lay with My Head in Your LapCamerado |
To Think of Time 9 |
Twenty Years |
Song of Myself 28 | Song of the Broad-Axe 3 | Delicate Cluster |
Book XXX. Whispers of Heavenly Death Darest |
Orange Buds by Mail from Florida |
Song of Myself 29 | Song of the Broad-Axe 4 | To a Certain Civilian |
Whispers of Heavenly Death |
Twilight |
Song of Myself 30 | Song of the Broad-Axe 5 | Lo, Victress on the Peak |
Chanting the Square Deific 1 |
You Lingering
Sparse Leaves of Me |
Song of Myself 31 | Song of the Broad-Axe 6 | Spirit Whose Work is Done (Washington City, 1865) |
Chanting the Square Deific 2 |
Not Meagre, Latent
Boughs Alone |
Song of Myself 32 | Song of the Broad-Axe 7 | Adieu to a Soldier |
Chanting the Square Deific 3 |
The Dead Emperor |
Song of Myself 33 | Song of the Broad-Axe 8 | Turn O Libertad |
Chanting the Square Deific 4 |
As the Greek’s
Signal Flame |
Song of Myself 34 | Song of the Broad-Axe 9 | To the Leaven’d Soil They Trod |
Of Him I Love Day and Night |
The Dismantled Ship |
Song of Myself 35 | Song of the Broad-Axe 10 | Book XXII. Memories of President Lincoln When |
Yet, Yet, Ye Downcast Hours |
Now Precedent
Songs, Farewell |
Song of Myself 36 | Song of the Broad-Axe 11 | When Lilacs Last in the DooryardBloom’d 2 |
As If a PhantomCaress’d Me |
An Evening Lull |
Song of Myself 37 | Song of the Broad-Axe 12 | When Lilacs Last in the DooryardBloom’d 3 |
Assurances | Old Age’s Lambent
Peaks |
Song of Myself 38 | Book XIII |
When Lilacs Last in the DooryardBloom’d 4 |
Quicksand Years |
After the Supper
and Talk |
Song of Myself 39 | Song of the Exposition 2 | When Lilacs Last in the DooryardBloom’d 5 |
That Music Always Round Me |
Book XXXV. Good-Bye My Fancy Sail |
Song of Myself 40 | Song of the Exposition 3 | When Lilacs Last in the DooryardBloom’d 6 |
What Ship Puzzled at Sea |
Lingering Last
Drops |
Song of Myself 41 | Song of the Exposition 4 | When Lilacs Last in the DooryardBloom’d 7 |
A Noiseless Patient Spider |
Good-Bye My Fancy |
Song of Myself 42 | Song of the Exposition 5 | When Lilacs Last in the DooryardBloom’d 8 |
O Living Always, Always Dying |
On, on the Same, Ye
Jocund Twain! |
Song of Myself 43 | Song of the Exposition 6 | When Lilacs Last in the DooryardBloom’d 9 |
To One Shortly to Die |
My 71st Year |
Song of Myself 44 | Song of the Exposition 7 | When Lilacs Last in the DooryardBloom’d 10 |
Night on the Praries |
Apparitions |
Song of Myself 45 | Song of the Exposition 8 | When Lilacs Last in the DooryardBloom’d 11 |
Thought | The Pallid Wreath |
Song of Myself 46 | Song of the Exposition 9 | When Lilacs Last in the DooryardBloom’d 12 |
The Last Invocation |
An Ended Day |
Song of Myself 47 | Book XIV |
When Lilacs Last in the DooryardBloom’d 13 |
As I Watch the Ploughman Ploughing |
Old Age’s Ship
& Crafty Death’s |
Song of Myself 48 | Song of the Redwood-Tree 2 | When Lilacs Last in the DooryardBloom’d 14 |
Pensive and Faltering |
To the Pending Year |
Song of Myself 49 | Song of the Redwood-Tree 3 | When Lilacs Last in the DooryardBloom’d 15 |
Book XXXI Thou |
Shakspere-Bacon’s
Cipher |
Song of Myself 50 | Book XV |
When Lilacs Last in the DooryardBloom’d 16 |
Thou Mother with Thy Equal Blood 2 |
Long, Long Hence |
Song of Myself 51 | A Song for Occupations 2 | O Captain! My Captain! |
Thou Mother with Thy Equal Blood 3 |
Bravo, Paris
Exposition! |
Song of Myself 52 | A Song for Occupations 3 | Hush’d Be the Camps To-Day (May 4, 1865) |
Thou Mother with Thy Equal Blood 4 |
Interpolation
Sounds |
Book IV. Children of Adam |
A Song for Occupations 4 | This Dust Was Once the Man |
Thou Mother with Thy Equal Blood 5 |
To the Sun-SetBreeze |
From Pent-Up Aching
Rivers |
A Song for Occupations 5 | Book XXIII By Blue Ontario’s Shore 1 |
Thou Mother with Thy Equal Blood 6 |
Old Chants |
I Sing the Body Electric 1 | A Song for Occupations 6 | By Blue Ontario’s Shore 2 | A PaumanokPicture |
A ChristmasGreeting |
I Sing the Bod Electric 2 | Book XVI |
By Blue Ontario’s Shore 3 | Book XXXII. From Noon to Starry Night Thou |
Sounds of theWinter |
I Sing the Body Electric 3 | A Song of the Rolling Earth 2 |
By Blue Ontario’s Shore 4 |
Faces 1 |
A Twilight Song |
I Sing the Body Electric 4 | A Song of the Rolling Earth 3 |
By Blue Ontario’s Shore 5 | Faces 2 |
When the Full-Grown
Poet Came |
I Sing the Body Electric 5 | A Song of the Rolling Earth 4 |
By Blue Ontario’s Shore 6 | Faces 3 |
Osceola |
I Sing the Body Electric 6 | Youth, Day, Old Age and Night |
By Blue Ontario’s Shore 7 | Faces 4 |
A Voice from Death |
I Sing the Body Electric 7 | Book XVII. Birds of Passage |
By Blue Ontario’s Shore 8 | Faces 5 |
A Persian Lesson |
I Sing the Body Electric 8 | Song of the Universal 2 | By Blue Ontario’s Shore 9 | The Mystic Trumpeter 1 | The Commonplace |
I Sing the Body Electric 9 | Song of the Universal 3 | By Blue Ontario’s Shore 10 | The Mystic Trumpeter 2 | “The Rounded
Catalogue Divine Complete” |
A Woman Waits for Me | Song of the Universal 4 | By Blue Ontario’s Shore 11 | The Mystic Trumpeter 3 | Mirages |
Spontaneous Me | Pioneers! O Pioneers! | By Blue Ontario’s Shore 12 | The Mystic Trumpeter 4 | L. of G.’s Purport |
One Hour to Madness and Joy | To You | By Blue Ontario’s Shore 13 |
The Mystic Trumpeter 5 | TheUnexpress’d |
Out of the Rolling Ocean the Crowd
|
France [the 18th Year of These States] |
By Blue Ontario’s Shore 14 | The Mystic Trumpeter 6 | Grand Is the Seen |
Ages and Ages Returning at Intervals | Myself and Mine | By Blue Ontario’s Shore 15 | The Mystic Trumpeter 7 | Unseen Buds |
We Two, How Long We Were Fool’d | Year of Meteors (1859-60) | By Blue Ontario’s Shore 16 | The Mystic Trumpeter 8 | Good-Bye My Fancy! |
O Hymen! OHymenee! | With Antecedents 1 |
By Blue Ontario’s Shore 17 | To a Locomotive in Winter | |
I Am He That Aches with Love
|
With Antecedents 2 |
By Blue Ontario’s Shore 18 | O Magnet-South | |
Native Moments | With Antecedents 3 |
By Blue Ontario’s Shore 9 | Manahatta | |
Once I Pass’d Through a Populous City
|
Book XVIII |
By Blue Ontario’s Shore 20 | All Is Truth |
|
I Heard You Solemn-Sweet Pipes of the Organ | A Broadway Pageant 2 |
Reversals | A Riddle Song |
|
Facing West from California’s Shores | A Broadway Pageant 3 |
Book XXIV. Autumn Rivulets As Consequent, Etc. |
Excelsior | |
As Adam Early in the Morning | Book XIX. Sea-Drift |
The Return of the Heroes 1 | Ah Poverties,Wincings, and Sulky Retreats |
|
Book V. Calamus |
As I Ebb’d with the Ocean of Life 1 | The Return of the Heroes 2 | Thoughts | |
Scented Herbage of My Breast | As I Ebb’d with the Ocean of Life 2 | The Return of the Heroes 3 | Mediums | |
Whoever You Are Holding Me Now in Hand | As I Ebb’d with the Ocean of Life 3 | The Return of the Heroes 4 | Weave in, My Hardy Life | |
For You, O Democracy | As I Ebb’d with the Ocean of Life 4 | The Return of the Heroes 5 |
Spain, 1873-74 | |
These I Singing in Splring | Tears | The Return of the Heroes 6 |
By Broad Potomac’s
Shore |
|
Not Heaving from My Ribb’d Breast Only | To the Man-of-War Bird | The Return of the Heroes 7 |
From Far Dakota’sCanyons [June 25, 1876] | |
Of the Terrible Doubt of Appearances | Aboard at a Ship’s Helm |
The Return of the Heroes 8 |
Old War-Dreams | |
The Base of All Metaphysics
|
On the Beach at Night |
There Was a Child Went Forth |
Thick-SprinkledBunting | |
Recorders Ages Hence
|
The World below the Brine |
Old Ireland |
As I Walk These Broad Majestic Days | |
When I Heard at the Close of the Day | On the Beach at Night Alone |
The City Dead-House |
A Clear Midnight | |
Are You the New Person Drawn Toward Me?
|
Song for All Seas, All Ships 1 | This Compost 1 |
Book XXXIII. Songs of Parting As |
Daily Whitman
Salut au Monde!
13
O vapors! I think I have risen with you, and moved away to distant continents, and fallen down there, for reasons;
I think I have blown with you, O winds;
O waters, I have finger’d every shore with you.
I have run through what any river or strait of the globe has run through;
I have taken my stand on the bases of peninsulas, and on the high embedded rocks, to cry thence.
Salut au monde!
What cities the light or warmth penetrates, I penetrate those cities myself;
All islands to which birds wing their way, I wing my way myself.
Toward all,
I raise high the perpendicular hand—I make the signal,
To remain after me in sight forever,
For all the haunts and homes of men.
Daily Whitman
Salut au Monde!
12
You Hottentot with clicking palate! You woolly-hair’d hordes!
You own’d persons, dropping sweat-drops or blood-drops!
You human forms with the fathomless ever-impressive countenances of brutes!
I dare not refuse you—the scope of the world, and of time and space, are upon me.
You poor koboo whom the meanest of the rest look down upon, for all your glimmering language and spirituality!
You low expiring aborigines of the hills of Utah, Oregon, California!
You dwarf’d Kamtschatkan, Greenlander, Lapp!
You Austral negro, naked, red, sooty, with protrusive lip, grovelling, seeking your food!
You Caffre, Berber, Soudanese!
You haggard, uncouth, untutor’d, Bedowee!
You plague-swarms in Madras, Nankin, Kaubul, Cairo!
You bather bathing in the Ganges!
You benighted roamer of Amazonia! you Patagonian! you Fejee-man!
You peon of Mexico! you slave of Carolina, Texas, Tennessee!
I do not prefer others so very much before you either;
I do not say one word against you, away back there, where you stand;
(You will come forward in due time to my side.)
My spirit has pass’d in compassion and determination around the whole earth;
I have look’d for equals and lovers, and found them ready for me in all lands;
I think some divine rapport has equalized me with them.
Daily Whitman
Salut au Monde!
11
You, whoever you are!
You daughter or son of England!
You of the mighty Slavic tribes and empires! you Russ in Russia!
You dim-descended, black, divine-soul’d African, large, fine-headed, nobly-form’d, superbly destin’d, on equal terms with me!
You Norwegian! Swede! Dane! Icelander! you Prussian!
You Spaniard of Spain! you Portuguese!
You Frenchwoman and Frenchman of France!
You Belge! you liberty-lover of the Netherlands!
You sturdy Austrian! you Lombard! Hun! Bohemian! farmer of Styria!
You neighbor of the Danube!
You working-man of the Rhine, the Elbe, or the Weser! you working-woman too!
You Sardinian! you Bavarian! Swabian! Saxon! Wallachian! Bulgarian!
You citizen of Prague! Roman! Neapolitan! Greek!
You lithe matador in the arena at Seville!
You mountaineer living lawlessly on the Taurus or Caucasus!
You Bokh horse-herd, watching your mares and stallions feeding!
You beautiful-bodied Persian, at full speed in the saddle, shooting arrows to the mark!
You Chinaman and Chinawoman of China! you Tartar of Tartary!
You women of the earth subordinated at your tasks!
You Jew journeying in your old age through every risk, to stand once on Syrian ground!
You other Jews waiting in all lands for your Messiah!
You thoughtful Armenian, pondering by some stream of the Euphrates! you peering amid the ruins of Nineveh! you ascending Mount Ararat!
You foot-worn pilgrim welcoming the far-away sparkle of the minarets of Mecca!
You sheiks along the stretch from Suez to Bab-el-mandeb, ruling your families and tribes!
You olive-grower tending your fruit on fields of Nazareth, Damascus, or Lake Tiberias!
You Thibet trader on the wide inland, or bargaining in the shops of Lassa!
You Japanese man or woman! you liver in Madagascar, Ceylon, Sumatra, Borneo!
All you continentals of Asia, Africa, Europe, Australia, indifferent of place!
All you on the numberless islands of the archipelagoes of the sea!
And you of centuries hence, when you listen to me!
And you, each and everywhere, whom I specify not, but include just the same!
Health to you! Good will to you all—from me and America sent.
Each of us inevitable;
Each of us limitless—each of us with his or her right upon the earth;
Each of us allow’d the eternal purports of the earth;
Each of us here as divinely as any is here.