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THOUGHTS.

1.

OF the visages of things—And of piercing through
     to the accepted hells beneath;
Of ugliness—To me there is just as much in it as
     there is in beauty—And now the ugliness of
     human beings is acceptable to me;
Of detected persons—To me, detected persons are
     not, in any respect, worse than undetected per-
     sons—and are not in any respect worse than I
     am myself;
Of criminals—To me, any judge, or any juror, is
     equally criminal—and any reputable person is
     also—and the President is also.

2.

Of waters, forests, hills,
Of the earth at large, whispering through medium
     of me;
Of vista—Suppose some sight in arriere, through the
     formative chaos, presuming the growth, fulness,
     life, now attained on the journey;

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(But I see the road continued, and the journey ever
(A=5)continued;)
Of what was once lacking on the earth, and in due
     time has become supplied—And of what will
     yet be supplied,
Because all I see and know, I believe to have purport
     in what will yet be supplied.

3.

OF persons arrived at high positions, ceremonies,
     wealth, scholarships, and the like,
To me, all that those persons have arrived at, sinks
     away from them, except as it results to their
     bodies and Souls,
So that often to me they appear gaunt and naked,
And often, to me, each one mocks the others, and
     mocks himself or herself,
And of each one, the core of life, namely happiness,
     is full of the rotten excrement of maggots,
And often, to me, those men and women pass un-
     wittingly the true realities of life, and go toward
     false realities,
And often, to me, they are alive after what custom
     has served them, but nothing more,
And often, to me, they are sad, hasty, unwaked son-
     nambules, walking the dusk.

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4.

OF ownership—As if one fit to own things could not
     at pleasure enter upon all, and incorporate them
     into himself or herself;
Of Equality—As if it harmed me, giving others the
     same chances and rights as myself—As if it
     were not indispensable to my own rights that
     others possess the same;
Of Justice—As if Justice could be any thing but
     the same ample law, expounded by natural
     judges and saviours,
As if it might be this thing or that thing, according
     to decisions.

5.

As I sit with others, at a great feast, suddenly, while
     the music is playing,
To my mind, (whence it comes I know not,) spectral,
     in mist, of a wreck at sea,
Of the flower of the marine science of fifty genera-
     tions, foundered off the Northeast coast, and
     going down—Of the steamship Arctic going
     down,
Of the veiled tableau—Women gathered together
     on deck, pale, heroic, waiting the moment that
     draws so close—O the moment!

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O the huge sob—A few bubbles—the white foam
     spirting up—And then the women gone,
Sinking there, while the passionless wet flows on—
     And I now pondering, Are those women indeed
     gone?
Are Souls drowned and destroyed so?
Is only matter triumphant?

6.

OF what I write from myself—As if that were not
     the resumè;
Of Histories—As if such, however complete, were
     not less complete than my poems;
As if the shreds, the records of nations, could possibly
     be as lasting as my poems;
As if here were not the amount of all nations, and of
     all the lives of heroes.

7.

OF obedience, faith, adhesiveness;
As I stand aloof and look, there is to me something
     profoundly affecting in large masses of men, fol-
     lowing the lead of those who do not believe in
     men.

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UNNAMED LANDS

1. NATIONS ten thousand years before These States, and
     many times ten thousand years before These
     States,
Garnered clusters of ages, that men and women like
     us grew up and travelled their course, and
     passed on;
What vast-built cities — What orderly republics —
     What pastoral tribes and nomads,
What histories, rulers, heroes, perhaps transcending
     all others,
What laws, customs, wealth, arts, traditions,
What sort of marriage — What costumes — What
     physiology and phrenology,
What of liberty and slavery among them — What
     they thought of death and the Soul,
Who were witty and wise — Who beautiful and poetic
     — Who brutish and undeveloped,
Not a mark, not a record remains — And yet all
     remains.
2. O I know that those men and women were not for
     nothing, any more than we are for nothing,

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I know that they belong to the scheme of the world
     every bit as much as we now belong to it, and as
     all will henceforth belong to it.
3. Afar they stand — yet near to me they stand,
Some with oval countenances, learned and calm,
Some naked and savage — Some like huge collections
     of insects,
Some in tents — herdsmen, patriarchs, tribes, horse-
     men,
Some prowling through woods — Some living peacea-
     bly on farms, laboring, reaping, filling barns,
Some traversing paved avenues, amid temples, palaces,
     factories, libraries, shows, courts, theatres, won-
     derful monuments.
4. Are those billions of men really gone?
Are those women of the old experience of the earth
     gone?
Do their lives, cities, arts, rest only with us?
Did they achieve nothing for good, for themselves?
5. I believe of all those billions of men and women that
     filled the unnamed lands, every one exists this
     hour, here or elsewhere, invisible to us, in exact
     proportion to what he or she grew from in life,
     and out of what he or she did, felt, became, loved,
     sinned, in life.
6. I believe that was not the end of those nations, or any
     person of them, any more than this shall be the
     end of my nation, or of me;

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Of their languages, phrenology, government, coins, med-
     als, marriage, literature, products, games, juris-
     prudence, wars, manners, amativeness, crimes,
     prisons, slaves, heroes, poets, I suspect their re-
     sults curiously await in the yet unseen world —
     counterparts of what accrued to them in the seen
     world,
I suspect I shall meet them there,
I suspect I shall there find each old particular of those
     unnamed lands.

KOSMOS

WHO includes diversity, and is Nature,
Who is the amplitude of the earth, and the coarseness
     and sexuality of the earth, and the great charity
     of the earth, and the equilibrium also,
Who has not looked forth from the windows, the eyes,
     for nothing, or whose brain held audience with
     messengers for nothing;
Who contains believers and disbelievers — Who is the
     most majestic lover;
Who holds duly his or her triune proportion of realism,
     spiritualism, and of the æsthetic, or intellectual,
Who, having considered the body, finds all its organs
     and parts good;
Who, out of the theory of the earth, and of his or her
     body, understands by subtle analogies, the theory
     of a city, a poem, and of the large politics of
     These States;

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Who believes not only in our globe, with its sun and
     moon, but in other globes, with their suns and
     moons;
Who, constructing the house of himself or herself, not
     for a day, but for all time, sees races, eras, dates,
     generations,
The past, the future, dwelling there, like space, insep-
     arable together.

A HAND-MIRROR

HOLD it up sternly! See this it sends back! (Who is
     it? Is it you?)
Outside fair costume — within, ashes and filth,
No more a flashing eye — no more a sonorous voice
     or springy step,
Now some slave's eye, voice, hands, step,
A drunkard's breath, unwholesome eater's face, ve-
     nerealee's flesh,
Lungs rotting away piecemeal, stomach sour and
     cankerous,
Joints rheumatic, bowels clogged with abomination,
Blood circulating dark and poisonous streams,
Words babble, hearing and touch callous,
No brain, no heart left — no magnetism of sex;
Such, from one look in this looking-glass ere you go
     hence,
Such a result so soon — and from such a beginning!

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BEGINNERS

How they are provided for upon the earth, (appear-
     ing at intervals,)
How dear and dreadful they are to the earth,
How they inure to themselves as much as to any —
     What a paradox appears, their age,
How people respond to them, yet know them not,
How there is something relentless in their fate, all
     times,
How all times mischoose the objects of their adulation
     and reward,
And how the same inexorable price must still be paid
     for the same great purchase.

TESTS

ALL submit to them, where they sit, inner, secure,
     unapproachable to analysis, in the Soul;
Not traditions — not the outer authorities are the
     judges — they are the judges of outer authori-
     ties, and of all traditions,
They corroborate as they go, only whatever corrobo-
     rates themselves, and touches themselves,
For all that, they have it forever in themselves to cor-
     roborate far and near, without one exception.

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SAVANTISM

THITHER, as I look, I see each result and glory re-
     tracing itself and nestling close, always obli-
     gated;
Thither hours, months, years — thither trades, com-
     pacts, establishments, even the most minute,
Thither every-day life, speech, utensils, politics, per-
     sons, 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.

PERFECTIONS

ONLY themselves understand themselves, and the like
     of themselves,
As Souls only understand Souls.

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SAYS.

1.

I SAY whatever tastes sweet to the most perfect per-
     son, that is finally right.

2.

I SAY nourish a great intellect, a great brain;
If I have said anything to the contrary, I hereby
     retract it.

3.

I SAY man shall not hold property in man;
I say the least developed person on earth is just as
     important and sacred to himself or herself, as
     the most developed person is to himself or her-
     self.

4.

I SAY where liberty draws not the blood out of
     slavery, there slavery draws the blood out of
     liberty,
I say the word of the good old cause in These States,
     and resound it hence over the world.

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5.

I SAY the human shape or face is so great, it must
     never be made ridiculous;
I say for ornaments nothing outre can be allowed,
And that anything is most beautiful without orna-
     ment,
And that exaggerations will be sternly revenged in
     your own physiology, and in other persons' phys-
     iology also;
And I say that clean-shaped children can be jetted
     and conceived only where natural forms prevail
     in public, and the human face and form are
     never caricatured;
And I say that genius need never more be turned to
     romances,
(For facts properly told, how mean appear all
     romances.)

6.

I SAY the word of lands fearing nothing — I will
     have no other land;
I say discuss all and expose all — I am for every
     topic openly;
I say there can be no salvation for These States with-
     out innovators — without free tongues, and ears
     willing to hear the tongues;
And I announce as a glory of These States, that
     they respectfully listen to propositions, reforms,
     fresh views and doctrines, from successions of
     men and women,
Each age with its own growth.

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7.

I HAVE said many times that materials and the Soul
     are great, and that all depends on physique;
Now I reverse what I said, and affirm that all depends
     on the æsthetic or intellectual,
And that criticism is great — and that refinement is
     greatest of all;
And I affirm now that the mind governs — and that
     all depends on the mind.

8.

WITH one man or woman — (no matter which one —
     I even pick out the lowest,)
With him or her I now illustrate the whole law;
I say that every right, in politics or what-not, shall be
     eligible to that one man or woman, on the same
     terms as any.

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DEBRIS

HE is wisest who has the most caution,
He only wins who goes far enough.
ANY thing is as good as established, when that is
     established that will produce it and continue it.
WHAT General has a good army in himself, has a
     good army;
He happy in himself, or she happy in herself, is
     happy,
But I tell you you cannot be happy by others, any
     more than you can beget or conceive a child by
     others.
HAVE you learned lessons only of those who admired
     you, and were tender with you, and stood aside
     for you?
Have you not learned the great lessons of those who
     rejected you, and braced themselves against you?
     or who treated you with contempt, or disputed
     the passage with you?
Have you had no practice to receive opponents when
     they come?

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DESPAIRING cries float ceaselessly toward me, day and
     night,
The sad voice of Death — the call of my nearest
     lover, putting forth, alarmed, uncertain,
This sea I am quickly to sail, come tell me,
Come tell me where I am speeding — tell me my
     destination.
I UNDERSTAND your anguish, but I cannot help you,
I approach, hear, behold — the sad mouth, the look
     out of the eyes, your mute inquiry,
Whither I go from the bed I now recline on, come
     tell me;
Old age, alarmed, uncertain — A young woman's
     voice appealing to me, for comfort,
A young man's voice, Shall I not escape?
A THOUSAND perfect men and women appear,
Around each gathers a cluster of friends, and gay
     children and youths, with offerings.
A MASK — a perpetual natural disguiser of herself,
Concealing her face, concealing her form,
Changes and transformations every hour, every mo-
     ment,
Falling upon her even when she sleeps.

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ONE sweeps by, attended by an immense train,
All emblematic of peace — not a soldier or menial
     among them.
ONE sweeps by, old, with black eyes, and profuse
     white hair,
He has the simple magnificence of health and
     strength,
His face strikes as with flashes of lightning whoever
     it turns toward.
THREE old men slowly pass, followed by three others,
     and they by three others,
They are beautiful — the one in the middle of each
     group holds his companions by the hand,
As they walk, they give out perfume wherever they
     walk.
WOMEN sit, or move to and fro — some old, some
     young,
The young are beautiful — but the old are more
     beautiful than the young.
WHAT weeping face is that looking from the window?
Why does it stream those sorrowful tears?
Is it for some burial place, vast and dry?
Is it to wet the soil of graves?

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I WILL take an egg out of the robin's nest in the
     orchard,
I will take a branch of gooseberries from the old bush
     in the garden, and go and preach to the world;
You shall see I will not meet a single heretic or
     scorner,
You shall see how I stump clergymen, and confound
     them,
You shall see me showing a scarlet tomato, and a
     white pebble from the beach.
BEHAVIOR—fresh, native, copious, each one for him-
     self or herself,
Nature and the Soul expressed—America and free-
     dom expressed—In it the finest art,
In it pride, cleanliness, sympathy, to have their
     chance,
In it physique, intellect, faith—in it just as much as
     to manage an army or a city, or to write a book
     —perhaps more,
The youth, the laboring person, the poor person,
     rivalling all the rest—perhaps outdoing the
     rest,
The effects of the universe no greater than its;
For there is nothing in the whole universe that can
     be more effective than a man's or woman's daily
     behavior can be,
In any position, in any one of These States.

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NOT the pilot has charged himself to bring his ship
     into port, though beaten back, and many times
     baffled,
Not the path-finder, penetrating inland, weary and
     long,
By deserts parched, snows chilled, rivers wet, per-
     severes till he reaches his destination,
More than I have charged myself, heeded or un-
     heeded, to compose a free march for These
     States,
To be exhilarating music to them, years, centuries
     hence.
I THOUGHT I was not alone, walking here by the shore,
But the one I thought was with me, as now I walk by
     the shore,
As I lean and look through the glimmering light—
     that one has utterly disappeared,
And those appear that perplex me.