Starting from Paumanok

1STARTING from fish-shape Paumanok, where I was born,Well-begotten, and rais’d by a perfect mother;After roaming many lands⁠—lover of populous pavements;Dweller in Mannahatta, my city⁠—or on southern savannas;5Or a soldier camp’d, or carrying my knapsack and gun⁠—or a miner inCalifornia;Or rude in my home in Dakota’s woods, my diet meat, my drink from thespring;Or withdrawn to muse and meditate in some deep recess,10Far from the clank of crowds, intervals passing, rapt and happy;Aware of the fresh free giver, the flowing Missouri⁠—aware of mightyNiagara;Aware of the buffalo herds, grazing the plains⁠—the hirsute andstrong-breasted bull;15Of earth, rocks, Fifth-month flowers, experienced⁠—stars, rain, snow, myamaze;Having studied the mocking-bird’s tones, and the mountainhawk’s,And heard at dusk the unrival’d one, the hermit thrush from theswamp-cedars,20Solitary, singing in the West, I strike up for a New World.

2Victory, union, faith, identity, time,The indissoluble compacts, riches, mystery,Eternal progress, the kosmos, and the modern reports.

This, then, is life;25Here is what has come to the surface after so many throes and convulsions.

How curious! how real!Underfoot the divine soil⁠—overhead the sun.

See, revolving, the globe;The ancestor-continents, away, group’d together;30The present and future continents, north and south, with the isthmus between.

See, vast, trackless spaces;As in a dream, they change, they swiftly fill;Countless masses debouch upon them;They are now cover’d with the foremost people, arts, institutions, known.35

See, projected, through time,For me, an audience interminable.

With firm and regular step they wend⁠—they never stop,Successions of men, Americanos, a hundred millions;One generation playing its part, and passing on;40Another generation playing its part, and passing on in its turn,With faces turn’d sideways or backward towards me, to listen,With eyes retrospective towards me,

3Americanos! conquerors! marches humanitarian;Foremost! century marches! Libertad! masses!45For you a programme of chants.

Chants of the prairies;Chants of the long-running Mississippi, and down to the Mexican sea;Chants of Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, Iowa, Wisconsin and Minnesota;Chants going forth from the centre, from Kansas, and thence, equi-distant,50Shooting in pulses of fire, ceaseless, to vivify all.

4In the Year 80 of The States,My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this air,Born here of parents born here, from parents the same, and their parents thesame,55I, now thirty-six years old, in perfect health, begin,Hoping to cease not till death.

Creeds and schools in abeyance,(Retiring back a while, sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten,)I harbor, for good or bad⁠—I permit to speak, at every hazard,60Nature now without check, with original energy.

5Take my leaves, America! take them, South, and take them, North!Make welcome for them everywhere, for they are your own offspring;Surround them, East and West! for they would surround you;And you precedents! connect lovingly with them, for they connect lovingly with65you.

I conn’d old times;I sat studying at the feet of the great masters:Now, if eligible, O that the great masters might return and study me!

In the name of These States, shall I scorn the antique?70Why These are the children of the antique, to justify it.

6Dead poets, philosophs, priests,Martyrs, artists, inventors, governments long since,Language-shapers, on other shores,Nations once powerful, now reduced, withdrawn, or desolate,75I dare not proceed till I respectfully credit what you have left, wafted hither:

I have perused it⁠—own it is admirable, (moving awhile among it;)Think nothing can ever be greater⁠—nothing can ever deserve more than itdeserves;Regarding it all intently a long while⁠—then dismissing it,80I stand in my place, with my own day, here.

Here lands female and male;Here the heir-ship and heiress-ship of the world⁠—here the flame ofmaterials;Here Spirituality, the translatress, the openly-avow’d,85The ever-tending, the finale of visible forms;The satisfier, after due long-waiting, now advancing,Yes, here comes my mistress, the Soul.

7The SOUL:Forever and forever⁠—longer than soil is brown and solid⁠—longer than90water ebbs and flows.

I will make the poems of materials, for I think they are to be the mostspiritual poems;And I will make the poems of my body and of mortality,For I think I shall then supply myself with the poems of my Soul, and of95immortality.

I will make a song for These States, that no-one State may under anycircumstances be subjected to another State;And I will make a song that there shall be comity by day and by night betweenall The States, and between any two of them:100And I will make a song for the ears of the President, full of weapons withmenacing points,And behind the weapons countless dissatisfied faces:—And a song make I, of the One form’d out of all;The fang’d and glittering One whose head is over all;105Resolute, warlike One, including and over all;(However high the head of any else, that head is over all.)

I will acknowledge contemporary lands;I will trail the whole geography of the globe, and salute courteously every citylarge and small;110And employments! I will put in my poems, that with you is heroism, upon land andsea;And I will report all heroism from an American point of view.

I will sing the song of companionship;I will show what alone must finally compact These;115I believe These are to found their own ideal of manly love, indicating it in me;

I will therefore let flame from me the burning fires that were threatening toconsume me;I will lift what has too long kept down those smouldering fires;I will give them complete abandonment;120I will write the evangel-poem of comrades, and of love;(For who but I should understand love, with all its sorrow and joy?And who but I should be the poet of comrades?)

8I am the credulous man of qualities, ages, races;I advance from the people in their own spirit;125Here is what sings unrestricted faith.

Omnes! Omnes! let others ignore what they may;I make the poem of evil also⁠—I commemorate that part also;I am myself just as much evil as good, and my nation is⁠—And I say there isin fact no evil;130(Or if there is, I say it is just as important to you, to the land, or to me, asanything else.)

I too, following many, and follow’d by many, inaugurate a Religion⁠—Idescend into the arena;(It may be I am destin’d to utter the loudest cries there, the135winner’s pealing shouts;Who knows? they may rise from me yet, and soar above every thing.)

Each is not for its own sake;I say the whole earth, and all the stars in the sky, are for Religion’ssake.140

I say no man has ever yet been half devout enough;None has ever yet adored or worship’d half enough;None has begun to think how divine he himself is, and how certain the future is.

I say that the real and permanent grandeur of These States must be theirReligion;145Otherwise there is no real and permanent grandeur:(Nor character, nor life worthy the name, without Religion;Nor land, nor man or woman, without Religion.)

9What are you doing, young man?Are you so earnest⁠—so given up to literature, science, art, amours?150These ostensible realities, politics, points?Your ambition or business, whatever it may be?

It is well⁠—Against such I say not a word⁠—I am their poet also;But behold! such swiftly subside⁠—burnt up for Religion’s sake;For not all matter is fuel to heat, impalpable flame, the essential life of the155earth,Any more than such are to Religion.

10What do you seek, so pensive and silent?What do you need, Camerado?Dear son! do you think it is love?160

Listen, dear son⁠—listen, America, daughter or son!It is a painful thing to love a man or woman to excess⁠—and yet itsatisfies⁠—it is great;But there is something else very great⁠—it makes the whole coincide;It, magnificent, beyond materials, with continuous hands, sweeps and provides165for all.

11Know you! solely to drop in the earth the germs of a greater Religion,The following chants, each for its kind, I sing.

My comrade!For you, to share with me, two greatnesses⁠—and a third one, rising170inclusive and more resplendent,The greatness of Love and Democracy⁠—and the greatness of Religion.

Melange mine own! the unseen and the seen;Mysterious ocean where the streams empty;Prophetic spirit of materials shifting and flickering around me;175Living beings, identities, now doubtless near us, in the air, that we know notof;Contact daily and hourly that will not release me;These selecting⁠—these, in hints, demanded of me.

Not he, with a daily kiss, onward from childhood kissing me,180Has winded and twisted around me that which holds me to him,Any more than I am held to the heavens, to the spiritual world,And to the identities of the Gods, my lovers, faithful and true,After what they have done to me, suggesting themes.

O such themes! Equalities!185O amazement of things! O divine average!O warblings under the sun⁠—usher’d, as now, or at noon, or setting!O strain, musical, flowing through ages⁠—now reaching hither!I take to your reckless and composite chords⁠—I add to them, and cheerfullypass them forward.190

12As I have walk’d in Alabama my morning walk,I have seen where the she-bird, the mocking-bird, sat on her nest in the briers,hatching her brood.

I have seen the he-bird also;I have paused to hear him, near at hand, inflating his throat, and joyfully195singing.

And while I paused, it came to me that what he really sang for was not thereonly,Nor for his mate, nor himself only, nor all sent back by the echoes;But subtle, clandestine, away beyond,200A charge transmitted, and gift occult, for those being born.

13Democracy!Near at hand to you a throat is now inflating itself and joyfully singing.

Ma femme!For the brood beyond us and of us,205For those who belong here, and those to come,I, exultant, to be ready for them, will now shake out carols stronger andhaughtier than have ever yet been heard upon earth.

I will make the songs of passion, to give them their way,And your songs, outlaw’d offenders⁠—for I scan you with kindred eyes,210and carry you with me the same as any.

I will make the true poem of riches,To earn for the body and the mind whatever adheres, and goes forward, and is notdropt by death.

I will effuse egotism, and show it underlying all⁠—and I will be the bard of215personality;And I will show of male and female that either is but the equal of the other;And sexual organs and acts! do you concentrate in me⁠—for I amdetermin’d to tell you with courageous clear voice, to prove youillustrious;220And I will show that there is no imperfection in the present⁠—and can benone in the future;And I will show that whatever happens to anybody, it may be turn’d tobeautiful results⁠—and I will show that nothing can happen more beautifulthan death;225And I will thread a thread through my poems that time and events are compact,And that all the things of the universe are perfect miracles, each as profoundas any.

I will not make poems with reference to parts;But I will make leaves, poems, poemets, songs, says, thoughts with reference to230ensemble:And I will not sing with reference to a day, but with reference to all days;And I will not make a poem, nor the least part of a poem, but has reference tothe Soul;(Because, having look’d at the objects of the universe, I find there is no235one, nor any particle of one, but has reference to the Soul.)

14Was somebody asking to see the Soul?See! your own shape and countenance⁠—persons, substances, beasts, the trees,the running rivers, the rocks and sands.

All hold spiritual joys, and afterwards loosen them:240How can the real body ever die, and be buried?

Of your real body, and any man’s or woman’s real body,Item for item, it will elude the hands of the corpse-cleaners, and pass tofitting spheres,Carrying what has accrued to it from the moment of birth to the moment of death.245

Not the types set up by the printer return their impression, the meaning, themain concern,Any more than a man’s substance and life, or a woman’s substance andlife, return in the body and the Soul,Indifferently before death and after death.250

Behold! the body includes and is the meaning, the main concern⁠—and includesand is the Soul;Whoever you are! how superb and how divine is your body, or any part of it.

15Whoever you are! to you endless announcements.

Daughter of the lands, did you wait for your poet?255Did you wait for one with a flowing mouth and indicative hand?

Toward the male of The States, and toward the female of The States,Live words⁠—words to the lands.

O the lands! interlink’d, food-yielding lands!Land of coal and iron! Land of gold! Lands of cotton, sugar, rice!260Land of wheat, beef, pork! Land of wool and hemp! Land of the apple and grape!Land of the pastoral plains, the grass-fields of the world! Land of thosesweet-air’d interminable plateaus!Land of the herd, the garden, the healthy house of adobie!Lands where the northwest Columbia winds, and where the southwest Colorado265winds!Land of the eastern Chesapeake! Land of the Delaware!Land of Ontario, Erie, Huron, Michigan!Land of the Old Thirteen! Massachusetts land! Land of Vermont and Connecticut!Land of the ocean shores! Land of sierras and peaks!270Land of boatmen and sailors! Fishermen’s land!Inextricable lands! the clutch’d together! the passionate ones!The side by side! the elder and younger brothers! the bony-limb’d!The great women’s land! the feminine! the experienced sisters and theinexperienced sisters!275Far breath’d land! Arctic braced! Mexican breez’d! the diverse! thecompact!The Pennsylvanian! the Virginian! the double Carolinian!O all and each well-loved by me! my intrepid nations! O I at any rate includeyou all with perfect love!280I cannot be discharged from you! not from one, any sooner than another!O Death! O for all that, I am yet of you, unseen, this hour, with irrepressiblelove,Walking New England, a friend, a traveler,Splashing my bare feet in the edge of the summer ripples, on Paumanok’s285sands,Crossing the prairies⁠—dwelling again in Chicago⁠—dwelling in everytown,Observing shows, births, improvements, structures, arts,Listening to the orators and the oratresses in public halls,290Of and through The States, as during life⁠—each man and woman my neighbor,The Louisianian, the Georgian, as near to me, and I as near to him and her,The Mississippian and Arkansian yet with me⁠—and I yet with any of them;Yet upon the plains west of the spinal river⁠—yet in my house of adobie,Yet returning eastward⁠—yet in the Sea-Side State, or in Maryland,295Yet Kanadian, cheerily braving the winter⁠—the snow and ice welcome to me,Yet a true son either of Maine, or of the Granite State, or of the NarragansettBay State, or of the Empire State;Yet sailing to other shores to annex the same⁠—yet welcoming every newbrother;300Hereby applying these leaves to the new ones, from the hour they unite with theold ones;Coming among the new ones myself, to be their companion and equal⁠—comingpersonally to you now;Enjoining you to acts, characters, spectacles, with me.305

16With me, with firm holding⁠—yet haste, haste on.

For your life, adhere to me!Of all the men of the earth, I only can unloose you and toughen you;I may have to be persuaded many times before I consent to give myself really toyou⁠—but what of that?310Must not Nature be persuaded many times?

No dainty dolce affettuoso I;Bearded, sun-burnt, gray-neck’d, forbidding, I have arrived,To be wrestled with as I pass, for the solid prizes of the universe;For such I afford whoever can persevere to win them.315

17On my way a moment I pause;Here for you! and here for America!Still the Present I raise aloft⁠—Still the Future of The States I harbinge,glad and sublime;And for the Past, I pronounce what the air holds of the red aborigines.320

The red aborigines!Leaving natural breaths, sounds of rain and winds, calls as of birds and animalsin the woods, syllabled to us for names;Okonee, Koosa, Ottawa, Monongahela, Sauk, Natchez, Chattahoochee, Kaqueta,Oronoco,325Wabash, Miami, Saginaw, Chippewa, Oshkosh, Walla-Walla;Leaving such to The States, they melt, they depart, charging the water and theland with names.

18O expanding and swift! O henceforth,Elements, breeds, adjustments, turbulent, quick, and audacious;330A world primal again⁠—Vistas of glory, incessant and branching;A new race, dominating previous ones, and grander far⁠—with new contests,New politics, new literatures and religions, new inventions and arts.

These! my voice announcing⁠—I will sleep no more, but arise;You oceans that have been calm within me! how I feel you, fathomless, stirring,335preparing unprecedented waves and storms.

19See! steamers steaming through my poems!See, in my poems immigrants continually coming and landing;See, in arriere, the wigwam, the trail, the hunter’s hut, the flatboat, themaize-leaf, the claim, the rude fence, and the backwoods village;340See, on the one side the Western Sea, and on the other the Eastern Sea, how theyadvance and retreat upon my poems, as upon their own shores.

See, pastures and forests in my poems⁠—See, animals, wild and tame⁠—See,beyond the Kanzas, countless herds of buffalo, feeding on short curly grass;See, in my poems, cities, solid, vast, inland, with paved streets, with iron and345stone edifices, ceaseless vehicles, and commerce;See, the many-cylinder’d steam printing-press⁠—See, the electrictelegraph, stretching across the Continent, from the Western Sea to Manhattan;See, through Atlantica’s depths, pulses American, Europereaching⁠—pulses of Europe, duly return’d;350See, the strong and quick locomotive, as it departs, panting, blowing thesteam-whistle;See, ploughmen, ploughing farms⁠—See, miners, digging mines⁠—See, thenumberless factories;See, mechanics, busy at their benches, with tools⁠—See from among them,355superior judges, philosophs, Presidents, emerge, drest in working dresses;See, lounging through the shops and fields of The States, me, well-belov’d,close-held by day and night;Hear the loud echoes of my songs there! Read the hints come at last.

20O Camerado close!360O you and me at last⁠—and us two only.

O a word to clear one’s path ahead endlessly!O something extatic and undemonstrable! O music wild!

O now I triumph⁠—and you shall also;O hand in hand⁠—O wholesome pleasure⁠—O one more desirer and lover!365O to haste, firm holding⁠—to haste, haste on with me.