May 9, 2009

Excerpts from Song of the Open Road

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.)

......

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.

.......

The earth expanding right hand and left hand, 
The picture alive, every part in its best light, 
The music falling in where it is wanted, and stopping where it is 
not wanted, 
The cheerful voice of the public road, the gay fresh sentiment of 
the road.

O highway I travel, do you say to me Do not leave me? 
Do you say Venture not-if you leave me you are lost? 
Do you say I am already prepared, I am well-beaten and undenied, 
adhere to me?

O public road, I say back I am not afraid to leave you, yet I love 
you, 
You express me better than I can express myself, 
You shall be more to me than my poem.

I think heroic deeds were all conceiv'd in the open air, and all 
free poems also, 
I think I could stop here myself and do miracles, 
I think whatever I shall meet on the road I shall like, and whoever 
beholds me shall like me, 
I think whoever I see must be happy.

From this hour I ordain myself loos'd of limits and imaginary lines, 
Going where I list, my own master total and absolute, 
Listening to others, considering well what they say, 
Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating, 
Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds that 
would hold me.

I inhale great draughts of space, 
The east and the west are mine, and the north and the south are 
mine.

I am larger, better than I thought, 
I did not know I held so much goodness.

All seems beautiful to me, 
can repeat over to men and women You have done such good to me 
I would do the same to you, 
I will recruit for myself and you as I go, 
I will scatter myself among men and women as I go, 
I will toss a new gladness and roughness among them, 
Whoever denies me it shall not trouble me, 
Whoever accepts me he or she shall be blessed and shall bless me.

.......

Now I see the secret of the making of the best persons, 
It is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth.

.......

Now I re-examine philosophies and religions, 
They may prove well in lecture-rooms, yet not prove at all under the 
spacious clouds and along the landscape and flowing currents.

Here is realization, 
Here is a man tallied-he realizes here what he has in him, 
The past, the future, majesty, love-if they are vacant of you, you 
are vacant of them.

Only the kernel of every object nourishes; 
Where is he who tears off the husks for you and me? 
Where is he that undoes stratagems and envelopes for you and me?

.......

Allons! whoever you are come travel with me! 
Traveling with me you find what never tires.

The earth never tires, 
The earth is rude, silent, incomprehensible at first, Nature is rude 
and incomprehensible at first, 
Be not discouraged, keep on, there are divine things well envelop'd, 
I swear to you there are divine things more beautiful than words can 
tell.

.......

To know the universe itself as a road, as many roads, as roads for 
traveling souls.

All parts away for the progress of souls, 
All religion, all solid things, arts, governments-all that was or is 
apparent upon this globe or any globe, falls into niches and 
corners before the procession of souls along the grand roads 
of the universe.

Of the progress of the souls of men and women along the grand roads 
of the universe, all other progress is the needed emblem and 
sustenance.

Forever alive, forever forward, 
Stately, solemn, sad, withdrawn, baffled, mad, turbulent, feeble, 
dissatisfied, 
Desperate, proud, fond, sick, accepted by men, rejected by men, 
They go! they go! I know that they go, but I know not where they go, 
But I know that they go toward the best - toward something great.

Whoever you are, come forth! or man or woman come forth! 
You must not stay sleeping and dallying there in the house, though 
you built it, or though it has been built for you.

Out of the dark confinement! out from behind the screen! 
It is useless to protest, I know all and expose it

.......

Allons! through struggles and wars! 
The goal that was named cannot be countermanded.

Have the past struggles succeeded? 
What has succeeded? yourself? your nation? Nature? 
Now understand me well - it is provided in the essence of things that 
from any fruition of success, no matter what, shall come forth 
something to make a greater struggle necessary.

My call is the call of battle, I nourish active rebellion, 
He going with me must go well arm'd, 
He going with me goes often with spare diet, poverty, angry enemies, 
desertions.

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Allons! the road is before us! 
It is safe - I have tried it - my own feet have tried it well - be not 
detain'd! 
Let the paper remain on the desk unwritten, and the book on the 
shelf unopen'd! 
Let the tools remain in the workshop! let the money remain unearn'd! 
Let the school stand! mind not the cry of the teacher! 
Let the preacher preach in his pulpit! let the lawyer plead in the 
court, and the judge expound the law.

Comrade, I give you my hand! 
I give you my love more precious than money, 
I give you myself before preaching or law; 
Will you give me yourself. will you come travel with me? 
Shall we stick by each other as long as we live?

Walt Whitman

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