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SALUT AU MONDE!

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1   O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman!
Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds!
Such join'd unended links, each hook'd to the next!
Each answering all — each sharing the earth with all.
2  What widens within you, Walt Whitman?
What waves and soils exuding?
What climes? what persons and lands are here?
Who are the infants? some playing, some slumbering?
Who are the girls? who are the married women?
Who are the three old men going slowly with their      arms about each others' necks?
What rivers are these? what forests and fruits are      these?
What are the mountains call'd that rise so high in the      mists?
What myriads of dwellings are they, fill'd with      dewellers?

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3   Within me latitude widens, longitude lengthens;
Asia, Africa, Europe, are to the east — America is pro-     vided for in the west;
Banding the bulge of the earth winds the hot equator,
Curiously north and south turn the axis-ends;
Within me is the longest day — the sun wheels in slant-     ing rings — it does not set for months?

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Stretch'd in due time within me the midnight sun just      rises above the horizon, and sinks again;
Within me zones, seas, cataracts, plants, volcanoes,      groups,
Malaysia, Polynesia, and the great West Indian      islands.

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4  What do you hear, Walt Whitman?
5  I hear the workman singing, and the farmer's wife      singing;
I hear in the distance the sounds of children, and of      animals early in the day;
I hear quick rifle-cracks from the riflemen of East      Tennessee and Kentucky, hunting on hills;
I hear emulous shouts of Australians, pursuing the      wild horse;
I hear the Spanish dance, with castanets, in the chest-     nut shade, to the rebeck and guitar;
I hear continual echoes from the Thames;
I hear fierce French liberty songs;
I hear of the Italian boat-sculler the musical recita-     tive of old poems;
I hear the Virginia plantation chorus of negroes, of a      harvest night, in the glare of pine knots;
I hear the strong baritone of the 'long-shore-men of      Mannahatta;
I hear the stevedores unlading the cargoes, and sing-     ing;
I hear the screams of the water-fowl of solitary north-     west lakes;
I hear the rustling pattering of locusts, as they strike      the grain and grass with the showers of their      terrible clouds;
I hear the Coptic refrain, toward sundown, pensively      falling on the breast of the black venerable vast      mother, the Nile;

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I hear the bugles of raft-tenders on the streams of      Kanada;
I hear the chirp of the Mexican muleteer, and the      bells of the mule;
I hear the Arab muezzin, calling from the top of the      mosque;
I hear the Christian priests at the altars of their      churches — I hear the responsive base and      soprano;
I hear the wail of utter despair of the white-hair'd      Irish grand-parents, when they learn the death      of their grandson;
I hear the cry of the Cossack, and the sailor's voice,      putting to sea at Okotsk;
I hear the wheeze of the slave-coffle, as the slaves      march on — as the husky gangs pass on by twos      and threes, fasten'd together with wrist-chains      and ankle-chains;
I hear the entreaties of women tied up for punishment       — I hear the sibilant whisk of thongs through      the air;
I hear the Hebrew reading his records and psalms;
I hear the rhythmic myths of the Greeks, and the      strong legends of the Romans;
I hear the tale of the divine life and bloody death of      the beautiful God, the Christ;
I hear the Hindoo teaching his favorite pupil the      loves, wars, adages, transmitted safely to this      day from poets who wrote three thousand years      ago.

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6   What do you see, Walt Whitman?
Who are they you salute, and that one after another      salute you?
7  I see a great round wonder rolling through the air;
I see diminute farms, hamlets, ruins, grave-yards,      jails, factories, palaces, hovels, huts of barba-     rians, tents of nomads, upon the surface;

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I see the shaded part on one side, where the sleepers      are sleeping — and the sun-lit part on the other      side,
I see the curious silent change of the light and shade,
I see distant lands, as real and near to the inhabitants      of them, as my land is to me,
8  I see plenteous waters;
I see mountain peaks — I see the sierras of Andes and      Alleghanies, where they range;
I see plainly the Himalayas, Chian Shahs, Altays,      Ghauts;
I see the Rocky Mountains, and the Peak of Winds;
I see the Styrian Alps, and the Karnac Alps;
I see the Pyrenees, Balks, Carpathians — and to the      north the Dofrafields, and off at sea Mount      Hecla;
I see Vesuvius and Etna — I see the Anahuacs;
I see the Mountains of the Moon, and the Snow      Mountains, and the Red Mountains of Mada-     gascar;
I see the Vermont hills, and the long string of Cor-     dilleras;
I see the vast deserts of Western America;
I see the Lybian, Arabian, and Asiatic deserts;
I see huge dreadful Arctic and Antartic icebergs;
I see the superior oceans and the inferior ones — the      Atlantic and Pacific, the sea of Mexico, the      Brazilian sea, and the sea of Peru,
The Japan waters, those of Hindostan, the China Sea,      and the Gulf of Guinea,
The spread of the Baltic, Caspian, Bothnia, the British      shores, and the Bay of Biscay,
The clear-sunn'd Mediterranean, and from one to an-     other of its islands,
The inland fresh-tasted seas of North America,
The White Sea, and the sea around Greenland.

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9   I behold the mariners of the world;
Some are in storms — some in the night, with the      watch on the lookout;
Some drifting helplessly — some with contagious dis-     eases.
10  I behold the sail and steamships of the world, some      in clusters in port, some on their voyages;
Some double the Cape of Storms — some Cape Verde,       — others Cape Guardafui, Bon, or Bajadore;
Others Dondra Head — others pass the Straits of Sun-     da — others Cape Lopatka — others Behring's      Straits;
Others Cape Horn — others the Gulf of Mexico, or      along Cuba or Hayti — others Hudson's Bay or      Baffin's Bay;
Others pass the Straits of Dover — others enter the      Wash — others the Firth of Solway — others      round Cape Clear — others the Land's End;
Others traverse the Zuyder Zee, or the Scheld;
Others add to the exits and entrances at Sandy Hook;
Others to the comers and goers at Gibraltar, or the      Dardanelles;
Others sternly push their way through the northern      winter-packs;
Others descend or ascend the Obi or the Lena:
Others the Niger or the Congo — others the Indus, the      Burampooter and Cambodia;
Others wait at the wharves of Manhattan, steam'd up,      ready to start;
Wait, swift and swarthy, in the ports of Australia;
Wait at Liverpool, Glasgow, Dublin, Marseilles, Lis-     bon, Naples, Hamburg, Bremen, Bordeaux, the      Hague, Copenhagen;
Wait at Valparaiso, Rio Janeiro, Panama;
Wait at their moorings at Boston, Philadelphia, Balti-     more, Charleston, New Orleans, Galveston, San      Francisco.

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11   I see the tracks of the rail-roads of the earth;
I see them welding State to State, city to city, through      North America;
I see them in Great Britain, I see them in Europe;
I see them in Asia and in Africa.
12  I see the electric telegraphs of the earth;
I see the filaments of the news of the wars, deaths,      losses, gains, passions, of my race.
13  I see the long river-stripes of the earth;
I see where the Mississippi flows — I see where the      Columbia flows;
I see the Great River, and the Falls of Niagara;
I see the Amazon and the Paraguay;
I see the four great rivers of China, the Amour, the      Yellow River, the Yiang-tse, and the Pearl;
I see where the Seine flows, and where the Loire, the      Rhone, and the Guadalquiver flow;
I see the windings of the Volga, the Dnieper, the      Oder;
I see the Tuscan going down the Arno, and the Vene-     tian along the Po;
I see the Greek seaman sailing out of Egina bay.

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14   I see the site of the old empire of Assyria, and that      of Persia, and that of India;
I see the falling of the Ganges over the high rim of      Saukara.
15  I see the place of the idea of the Deity incarnated      by avatars in human forms;
I see the spots of the successions of priests on the earth       — oracles, sacrificers, brahmins, sabians, lamas,      monks, muftis, exhorters;

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I see where druids walked the groves of Mona — I see      the mistletoe and vervain;
I see the temples of the deaths of the bodies of Gods       — I see the old signifiers.
16  I see Christ once more eating the bread of his last      supper, in the midst of youths and old persons;
I see where the strong divine young man, the Hercu-     les, toil'd faithfully and long, and then died;
I see the place of the innocent rich life and hapless      fate of the beautiful nocturnal son, the full-     limb'd Bacchus;
I see Kneph, blooming, drest in blue, with the crown      of feathers on his head;
I see Hermes, unsuspected, dying, well-beloved, saying      to the people, Do not weep for me,
This is not my true country, I have lived banish'd from      my true country — I now go back there,
I return to the celestial sphere, where every one goes in      his turn.

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17   I see the battle-fields of the earth — grassgrows up-     on them, and blossoms and corn;
I see the tracks of ancient and modern expeditions.
18  I see the nameless masonries, venerable messages of      the unknown events, heroes, records of the earth.
19  I see the places of the sagas;
I see pine-trees and fir-trees torn by northern blasts;
I see granite boulders and cliffs — I see green meadows      and lakes;
I see the burial-cairns of Scandinavian warriors;
I see them raised high with stones, by the marge of      restless oceans, that the dead men's spirits,      when they wearied of their quiet graves, might      rise up through the mounds, and gaze on the      tossing billows, and be refresh'd by storms, im-     mensity, liberty, action.

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20   I see the steppes of Asia;
I see the tumuli of Mongolia — I see the tents of Kal-     mucks and Baskirs;
I see the nomadic tribes, with herds of oxen and cows;
I see the table-lands notch'd with ravines — I see the      jungles and deserts;
I see the camel, the wild steed, the bustard, the fat-     tail'd sheep, the antelope, and the burrowing      wolf.
21  I see the high-lands of Abyssinia;
I see flocks of goats feeding, and see the fig-tree,      tamarind, date,
And see fields of teff-wheat, and see the places of      verdure and gold.
22  I see the Brazilian vaquero;
I see the Bolivian ascending Mount Sorata;
I see the Wacho crossing the plains — I see the incom-     parable rider of horses with his lasso on his      arm;
I see over the pampas the pursuit of wild cattle for      their hides.

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23   I see little and large sea-dots, some inhabited, some      uninhabited;
I see two boats with nets, lying off the shore of Pau-     manok, quite still;
I see ten fishermen waiting — they discover now a      thick school of mossbonkers — they drop the      join'd sein-ends in the water,
The boats separate — they diverge and row off, each on      its rounding course to the beach, enclosing the      mossbonkers;
The net is drawn in by a windlass by those who stop      ashore,
Some of the fishermen lounge in their boats — others      stand negligently ankle -deep in the water,      poised on strong legs;

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The boats are partly drawn up — the water slaps      against them;
On the sand, in heaps and winrows, well out from the      water, lie the green-back'd spotted mossbonkers.

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24   I see the despondent red man in the west, lingering      about the banks of Moingo, and about Lake      Pepin;
He has heard the quail and beheld the honey-bee, and      sadly prepared to depart.
25  I see the regions of snow and ice;
I see the sharp-eyed Samoiede and the Finn;
I see the seal-seeker in his boat, poising his lance;
I see the Siberian on his slight-built sledge, drawn by      dogs;
I see the porpoise-hunters — I see the whale-crews of      the South Pacific and the North Atlantic;
I see the cliffs, glaciers, torrents, valleys, of Switzer-     land — I mark the long winters, and the iso-     lation.
26  I see the cities of the earth, and make myself at      random a part of them;
I am a real Parisian;
I am a habitan of Vienna, St. Petersburg, Berlin, Con-     stantinople;
I am of Adelaide, Sidney, Melbourne;
I am of London, Manchester, Bristol, Edinburgh,      Limerick;
I am of Madrid, Cadiz, Barcelona, Oporto, Lyons,      Brussels, Berne, Frankfort, Stuttgart, Turin,      Florence;
I belong in Moscow, Cracow, Warsaw — or northward      in Christiania or Stockholm — or in Siberian      Irkutsk — or in some street in Iceland;
I descend upon all those cities, and rise from them      again.

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27   I see vapors exhaling from unexplored countries;
I see the savage types, the bow and arrow, the pois-     on'd splint, the fetish, and the obi.
28  I see African and Asiatic towns;
I see Algiers, Tripoli, Derne, Mogadore, Timbuctoo,      Monrovia;
I see the swarms of Pekin, Canton, Benares, Delhi,      Calcutta, Yedo;
I see the Kruman in his hut, and the Dahoman and      Ashantee-man in their huts;
I see the Turk smoking opium in Aleppo;
I see the picturesque crowds at the fairs of Khiva, and      those of Herat;
I see Teheran — I see Muscat and Medina, and the      intervening sands — I see the caravans toiling      onward;
I see Egypt and the Egyptians — I see the pyramids      and obelisks;
I look on chisel'd histories, songs, philosophies, cut      in slabs of sand-stone, or on granite blocks;
I see at Memphis mummy-pits, containing mummies.      embalm'd, swathed in linen cloth, lying there      many centuries;
I look on the fall'n Theban, the large-ball'd eyes, the      side-drooping neck, the hands folded across the      breast.
29  I see the menials of the earth, laboring;
I see the prisoners in the prisons;
I see the defective human bodies of the earth;
I see the blind, the deaf and dumb, idiots, hunch-     backs, lunatics;
I see the pirates, thieves, betrayers, murderers, slave-     makers of the earth;
I see the helpless infants, and the helpless old men      and women.

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30   I see male and female everywhere;
I see the serene brotherhood of philosophs;
I see the constructiveness of my race;
I see the results of the perseverance and industry of      my race;
I see ranks, colors, barbarisms, civilizations — I go      among them — I mix indiscriminately,
And I salute all the inhabitants of the earth.

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31   You, where 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! Bohe-     mian! 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 stal-     lions feeding!
You beautiful-bodied Persian, at full speed in the sad-     dle, shooting arrows to the mark!
You Chinaman and Chinawoman of China! you Tar-     tar of Tartary!

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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 Babelman-     deb, ruling your families and tribes!
You olive-grower tending your fruit on fields of Naz-     areth, 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 Madagas-     car, Ceylon, Sumatra, Borneo!
All you continentals of Asia, Africa, Europe, Austra-     lia, indifferent of place!
All you on the numberless islands of the archipela-     goes 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.
32  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.

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33   You Hottentot with clicking palate! You wolly-     hair'd hordes!
You own'd persons, dropping sweat-drops or blood-     drops!

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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.
34  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.)
35  My spirit has pass'd in compassion and determina-     tion 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.

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36   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.

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37   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 highest embedded rocks, to cry thence.
38  Salut au Monde!
What cities the light or warmth penetrates, I pen-     etrate those cities myself;
All islands to which birds wing their way, I wing my      way myself.
39  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.