Thither hours, months, years–thither trades, compacts,
establishments, even the most minute;
Thither every-day life, speech, utensils, politics, persons, estates;
Thither we also, I with my leaves and songs, trustful, admirant,
As a father, to his father going, takes his children along with him.
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ON the beach at night alone,
As I watch the bright stars shining–I think a thought of the clef ofthe universes, and of the future.A VAST SIMILITUDE interlocks all,All spheres, grown, ungrown, small, large, suns, moons, planets,comets, asteroids,All the substances of the same, and all that is spiritual upon thesame,All distances of place, however wide,All distances of time–all inanimate forms,All Souls–all…
MY spirit to yours, dear brother;
I do not sound your name, but I understand you, (there are othersalso;)I specify you with joy, O my comrade, to salute you, and to salutethose who are with you, before and since–and those to comealso,That we all labor together, transmitting the same charge andsuccession;We few, equals, indifferent of lands, indifferent of times;We, enclosers of…
HE is wisest who has the most caution,
Any thing is as good as established, when that is established thatwill produce it and continue it.
The butcher-boy puts off his killing-clothes, or sharpens his knife at the stall in the market,
Blacksmiths with grimed and hairy chests environ the anvil,Each has his main-sledge, they are all out, there is a great heat in the fire.From the cinder-strew’d threshold I follow their movements,The lithe sheer of their waists plays even with their massive arms,Overhand the hammers swing, overhand so slow, overhand so sure,They do not hasten, each…
ONE’S-SELF I sing–a simple, separate Person;
Of Physiology from top to toe I sing;Not physiognomy alone, nor brain alone, is worthy for the muse–I saythe Form complete is worthier far;The Female equally with the male I sing.Of Life immense in passion, pulse, and power,Cheerful–for freest action form’d, under the laws divine,The Modern Man I sing.
Out of the cradle endlessly rocking,
Out of the Ninth-month midnight,Over the sterile sands and the fields beyond, where the childleaving his bed wander’d alone, bareheaded, barefoot,Down from the shower’d halo,Up from the mystic play of shadows twining and twisting asif they were alive,Out from the patches of briers and blackberries,From the memories of the bird that chanted to me,From your…