The Complete Poetry of Walt Whitman. Walt Whitman

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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 the stars return again after they merge in the light, death is great as life.

      Leaves of Grass (The Final Edition)

       Table of Contents

       LEAVES OF GRASS

       BOOK I. INSCRIPTIONS

       One’s-Self I Sing

       As I Ponder’d in Silence

       In Cabin’d Ships at Sea

       To Foreign Lands

       To a Historian

       To Thee Old Cause

       Eidolons

       For Him I Sing

       When I Read the Book

       Beginning My Studies

       Beginners

       To the States

       On Journeys Through the States

       To a Certain Cantatrice

       Me Imperturbe

       Savantism

       The Ship Starting

       I Hear America Singing

       What Place Is Besieged?

       Still Though the One I Sing

       Shut Not Your Doors

       Poets to Come

       To You

       Thou Reader

       BOOK II

       Starting from Paumanok

       BOOK III

       Song of Myself

       BOOK IV. CHILDREN OF ADAM

       To the Garden the World

       From Pent-Up Aching Rivers

       I Sing the Body Electric

       A Woman Waits for Me

       Spontaneous