Saturday Poem

Leaves of Grass


I have heard what the talkers were talking,
….. the talk of the beginning and the end,
But I do not talk of the beginning or the end.

There was never any more inception than there is now,
Nor any more youth or age than there is now,
And will never be any more perfection than there is now,
Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.

Urge and urge and urge,
Always the procreant urge of the world.

Out of the dimness opposite equals advance, always
…… substance and increase,
Always a knit of identity, always distinction,
…… always a breed of life.

To elaborate is no avail, learn’d and unlearn’d feel
…… that it is so.

Sure as the most certain sure, plumb in the uprights,
…… well entretied, braced in the beams,
Stout as a horse, affectionate, haughty, electrical,
I and this mystery here we stand.

Clear and sweet is my soul, and clear and sweet is all
…… that is not my soul.

Lack one lacks both, and the unseen is proved by the
…… seen,
Till that becomes unseen and receives proof in its turn.

Showing the best and dividing it from the worst age
…… vexes age,
Knowing the perfect fitness and equanimity of things, while
…… they discuss I am silent, and go bathe and admire myself.

Walt Whitman
from Song of Myself