The Complete Works of Walt Whitman. Walt Whitman

I was not palpable once but am now . . . . and was born on the last day of May 1819 . . . . and passed from a babe in the creeping trance of three summers and three winters to articulate and walk . . . . are all equally wonderful.

      And that I grew six feet high . . . . and that I have become a man thirty-six years old in 1855 . . . . and that I am here anyhow -- are all equally wonderful;

       And that my soul embraces you this hour, and we affect each other without ever seeing each other, and never perhaps to see each other, is every bit as wonderful:

       And that I can think such thoughts as these is just as wonderful,

       And that I can remind you, and you think them and know them to be true is just as wonderful,

       And that the moon spins round the earth and on with the earth is equally wonderful,

       And that they balance themselves with the sun and stars is equally wonderful.

      Come I should like to hear you tell me what there is in yourself that is not just as wonderful,

       And I should like to hear the name of anything between Sunday morning and Saturday night that is not just as wonderful.

      Great Are the Myths (1855)

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      Great are the myths . . . . I too delight in them,

       Great are Adam and Eve . . . . I too look back and accept them;

       Great the risen and fallen nations, and their poets, women, sages, inventors, rulers, warriors and priests.

      Great is liberty! Great is equality! I am their follower,

       Helmsmen of nations, choose your craft . . . . where you sail I sail,

       Yours is the muscle of life or death . . . . yours is the perfect science . . . . in you I have absolute faith.

      Great is today, and beautiful,

       It is good to live in this age . . . . there never was any better.

      Great are the plunges and throes and triumphs and falls of democracy,

       Great the reformers with their lapses and screams,

       Great the daring and venture of sailors on new explorations.

      Great are yourself and myself,

       We are just as good and bad as the oldest and youngest or any,

       What the best and worst did we could do,

       What they felt . . do not we feel it in ourselves?

       What they wished . . do we not wish the same?

      Great is youth, and equally great is old age . . . . great are the day and night;

       Great is wealth and great is poverty . . . . great is expression and great is silence.

      Youth large lusty and loving . . . . youth full of grace and force and fascination,

       Do you know that old age may come after you with equal grace and force and fascination?

      Day fullblown and splendid . . . . day of the immense sun, and action and ambition and laughter,

       The night follows close, with millions of suns, and sleep and restoring darkness.

      Wealth with the flush hand and fine clothes and hospitality:

       But then the soul’s wealth -- which is candor and knowledge and pride and enfolding love:

       Who goes for men and women showing poverty richer than wealth?

      Expression of speech . . in what is written or said forget not that silence is also expressive,

       That anguish as hot as the hottest and contempt as cold as the coldest may be without words,

       That the true adoration is likewise without words and without kneeling.

      Great is the greatest nation . . the nation of clusters of equal nations.

      Great is the earth, and the way it became what it is,

       Do you imagine it is stopped at this? . . . . and the increase abandoned?

       Understand then that it goes as far onward from this as this is from the times when it lay in covering waters and gases.

      Great is the quality of truth in man,

       The quality of truth in man supports itself through all changes,

       It is inevitably in the man . . . . He and it are in love, and never leave each other.

       The truth in man is no dictum . . . . it is vital as eyesight,

       If there be any soul there is truth . . . . if there be man or woman there is truth . . . . If there be physical or moral there is truth,

       If there be equilibrium or volition there is truth . . . . if there be things at all upon the earth there is truth.

      O truth of the earth! O truth of things! I am determined to press the whole way toward you,

       Sound your voice! I scale mountains or dive in the sea after you.

      Great is language . . . . it is the mightiest of the sciences,

       It is the fulness and color and form and diversity of the earth . . . . and of men and women . . . . and of all qualities and processes;

       It is greater than wealth . . . . it is greater than buildings or ships or religions or paintings or music.

      Great is the English speech . . . . What speech is so great as the English?

       Great is the English brood . . . . What brood has so vast a destiny as the English?

       It is the mother of the brood that must rule the earth with the new rule,

       The new rule shall rule as the soul rules, and as the love and justice and equality that are in the soul rule.

      Great is the law . . . . Great are the old few landmarks of the law . . . . they are the same in all times and shall not be disturbed.

      Great are marriage, commerce, newspapers, books, freetrade, railroads, steamers, international mails and telegraphs and exchanges.

      Great is Justice;

       Justice is not settled by legislators and laws . . . . it is in the soul,

       It cannot be varied by statutes any more than love or pride or the attraction of gravity can,

       It is immutable . . it does not depend on majorities . . . . majorities or what not come at last before the same passionless and exact tribunal.

      For justice are the grand natural lawyers and perfect judges . . . . it is in their souls,

      It is well assorted . . . . they have not studied for nothing . . . . the great includes the less,

       They rule on the highest grounds . . . . they oversee all eras and states and administrations.

      The perfect judge fears nothing . . . . he could go front to front before God,

       Before the perfect judge all shall stand back . . . . life and death shall stand back . . . . heaven and hell shall stand back.

      Great is goodness;

       I do not know what it is any more than I know what health is . . . . but I know it is great.

      Great is wickedness . . . . I find I often admire it just as much as I admire goodness:

       Do you call that a paradox? It certainly is a paradox.

      The eternal equilibrium of things is great, and the eternal overthrow of things is great,

       And there is another paradox.

      Great is life . . and real and mystical . . wherever and whoever,

       Great is death . . . . Sure as life holds all parts together, death holds all parts together;

       Sure as