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◈ LEAVES OF GRASS (풀잎) ◈

◇ BOOK XIX. SEA-DRIFT ◇

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월트 휘트먼 (Walt Whitman)
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 1. BOOK XIX. SEA-DRIFT
   1.1. Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking
   1.2. As I Ebb'd with the Ocean of Life
   1.3. Tears
   1.4. To the Man-of-War-Bird
   1.5. Aboard at a Ship's Helm
   1.6. On the Beach at Night
   1.7. The World below the Brine
   1.8. On the Beach at Night Alone
   1.9. Song for All Seas, All Ships
   1.10. Patroling Barnegat
   1.11. After the Sea-Ship

1. BOOK XIX. SEA-DRIFT

1.1. Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking

0 Out of the cradle endlessly rocking,
1 Out of the mocking-bird's throat, the musical shuttle,
2 Out of the Ninth-month midnight,
3 Over the sterile sands and the fields beyond, where the child
4     leaving his bed wander'd alone, bareheaded, barefoot,
5 Down from the shower'd halo,
6 Up from the mystic play of shadows twining and twisting as if they
7     were alive,
8 Out from the patches of briers and blackberries,
9 From the memories of the bird that chanted to me,
10 From your memories sad brother, from the fitful risings and fallings I heard,
11 From under that yellow half-moon late-risen and swollen as if with tears,
12 From those beginning notes of yearning and love there in the mist,
13 From the thousand responses of my heart never to cease,
14 From the myriad thence-arous'd words,
15 From the word stronger and more delicious than any,
16 From such as now they start the scene revisiting,
17 As a flock, twittering, rising, or overhead passing,
18 Borne hither, ere all eludes me, hurriedly,
19 A man, yet by these tears a little boy again,
20 Throwing myself on the sand, confronting the waves,
21 I, chanter of pains and joys, uniter of here and hereafter,
22 Taking all hints to use them, but swiftly leaping beyond them,
23 A reminiscence sing.
 
24 Once Paumanok,
25 When the lilac-scent was in the air and Fifth-month grass was growing,
26 Up this seashore in some briers,
27 Two feather'd guests from Alabama, two together,
28 And their nest, and four light-green eggs spotted with brown,
29 And every day the he-bird to and fro near at hand,
30 And every day the she-bird crouch'd on her nest, silent, with bright eyes,
31 And every day I, a curious boy, never too close, never disturbing
32 them,
33 Cautiously peering, absorbing, translating.
 
34 Shine! shine! shine!
35 Pour down your warmth, great sun.'
36 While we bask, we two together.
 
37 Two together!
38 Winds blow south, or winds blow north,
39 Day come white, or night come black,
40 Home, or rivers and mountains from home,
41 Singing all time, minding no time,
42 While we two keep together.
 
43 Till of a sudden,
44 May-be kill'd, unknown to her mate,
45 One forenoon the she-bird crouch'd not on the nest,
46 Nor return'd that afternoon, nor the next,
47 Nor ever appear'd again.
 
48 And thenceforward all summer in the sound of the sea,
49 And at night under the full of the moon in calmer weather,
50 Over the hoarse surging of the sea,
51 Or flitting from brier to brier by day,
52 I saw, I heard at intervals the remaining one, the he-bird,
53 The solitary guest from Alabama.
 
54 Blow! blow! blow!
55 Blow up sea-winds along Paumanok's shore;
56 I wait and I wait till you blow my mate to me.
 
57 Yes, when the stars glisten'd,
58 All night long on the prong of a moss-scallop'd stake,
59 Down almost amid the slapping waves,
60 Sat the lone singer wonderful causing tears.
 
61 He call'd on his mate,
62 He pour'd forth the meanings which I of all men know.
 
63 Yes my brother I know,
64 The rest might not, but I have treasur'd every note,
65 For more than once dimly down to the beach gliding,
66 Silent, avoiding the moonbeams, blending myself with the shadows,
67 Recalling now the obscure shapes, the echoes, the sounds and sights
68     after their sorts,
69 The white arms out in the breakers tirelessly tossing,
70 I, with bare feet, a child, the wind wafting my hair,
71 Listen'd long and long.
 
72 Listen'd to keep, to sing, now translating the notes,
73 Following you my brother.
 
74 Soothe! soothe! soothe!
75 Close on its wave soothes the wave behind,
76 And again another behind embracing and lapping, every one close,
77 But my love soothes not me, not me.
 
78 Low hangs the moon, it rose late,
79 It is lagging—O I think it is heavy with love, with love.
 
80 O madly the sea pushes upon the land,
81 With love, with love.
 
82 O night! do I not see my love fluttering out among the breakers?
83 What is that little black thing I see there in the white?
 
84 Loud! loud! loud!
85 Loud I call to you, my love!
86 High and clear I shoot my voice over the waves,
87 Surely you must know who is here, is here,
88 You must know who I am, my love.
 
89 Low-hanging moon!
90 What is that dusky spot in your brown yellow?
91 O it is the shape, the shape of my mate.'
92 O moon do not keep her from me any longer.
 
93 Land! land! O land!
94 Whichever way I turn, O I think you could give me my mate back again
95     if you only would,
96 For I am almost sure I see her dimly whichever way I look.
 
97 O rising stars!
98 Perhaps the one I want so much will rise, will rise with some of you.
 
99 O throat! O trembling throat!
100 Sound clearer through the atmosphere!
101 Pierce the woods, the earth,
102 Somewhere listening to catch you must be the one I want.
 
103 Shake out carols!
104 Solitary here, the night's carols!
105 Carols of lonesome love! death's carols!
106 Carols under that lagging, yellow, waning moon!
107 O under that moon where she droops almost down into the sea!
108 O reckless despairing carols.
 
109 But soft! sink low!
110 Soft! let me just murmur,
111 And do you wait a moment you husky-nois'd sea,
112 For somewhere I believe I heard my mate responding to me,
113 So faint, I must be still, be still to listen,
114 But not altogether still, for then she might not come immediately to me.
 
115 Hither my love!
116 Here I am! here!
117 With this just-sustain'd note I announce myself to you,
118 This gentle call is for you my love, for you.
 
119 Do not be decoy'd elsewhere,
120 That is the whistle of the wind, it is not my voice,
121 That is the fluttering, the fluttering of the spray,
122 Those are the shadows of leaves.
 
123 O darkness! O in vain!
124 O I am very sick and sorrowful
 
125 O brown halo in the sky near the moon, drooping upon the sea!
126 O troubled reflection in the sea!
127 O throat! O throbbing heart!
128 And I singing uselessly, uselessly all the night.
 
129 O past! O happy life! O songs of joy!
130 In the air, in the woods, over fields,
131 Loved! loved! loved! loved! loved!
132 But my mate no more, no more with me!
133 We two together no more.
 
134 The aria sinking,
135 All else continuing, the stars shining,
136 The winds blowing, the notes of the bird continuous echoing,
137 With angry moans the fierce old mother incessantly moaning,
138 On the sands of Paumanok's shore gray and rustling,
139 The yellow half-moon enlarged, sagging down, drooping, the face of
140     the sea almost touching,
141 The boy ecstatic, with his bare feet the waves, with his hair the
142     atmosphere dallying,
143 The love in the heart long pent, now loose, now at last tumultuously
144     bursting,
145 The aria's meaning, the ears, the soul, swiftly depositing,
146 The strange tears down the cheeks coursing,
147 The colloquy there, the trio, each uttering,
148 The undertone, the savage old mother incessantly crying,
149 To the boy's soul's questions sullenly timing, some drown'd secret hissing,
150 To the outsetting bard.
 
151 Demon or bird! (said the boy's soul,)
152 Is it indeed toward your mate you sing? or is it really to me?
153 For I, that was a child, my tongue's use sleeping, now I have heard you,
154 Now in a moment I know what I am for, I awake,
155 And already a thousand singers, a thousand songs, clearer, louder
156     and more sorrowful than yours,
157 A thousand warbling echoes have started to life within me, never to die.
 
158 O you singer solitary, singing by yourself, projecting me,
159 O solitary me listening, never more shall I cease perpetuating you,
160 Never more shall I escape, never more the reverberations,
161 Never more the cries of unsatisfied love be absent from me,
162 Never again leave me to be the peaceful child I was before what
163     there in the night,
164 By the sea under the yellow and sagging moon,
165 The messenger there arous'd, the fire, the sweet hell within,
166 The unknown want, the destiny of me.
 
167 O give me the clue! (it lurks in the night here somewhere,)
168 O if I am to have so much, let me have more!
 
169 A word then, (for I will conquer it,)
170 The word final, superior to all,
171 Subtle, sent upwhat is it?—I listen;
172 Are you whispering it, and have been all the time, you sea-waves?
173 Is that it from your liquid rims and wet sands?
 
174 Whereto answering, the sea,
175 Delaying not, hurrying not,
176 Whisper'd me through the night, and very plainly before daybreak,
177 Lisp'd to me the low and delicious word death,
178 And again death, death, death, death
179 Hissing melodious, neither like the bird nor like my arous'd child's heart,
180 But edging near as privately for me rustling at my feet,
181 Creeping thence steadily up to my ears and laving me softly all over,
182 Death, death, death, death, death.
 
183 Which I do not forget.
184 But fuse the song of my dusky demon and brother,
185 That he sang to me in the moonlight on Paumanok's gray beach,
186 With the thousand responsive songs at random,
187 My own songs awaked from that hour,
188 And with them the key, the word up from the waves,
189 The word of the sweetest song and all songs,
190 That strong and delicious word which, creeping to my feet,
191 (Or like some old crone rocking the cradle, swathed in sweet
192     garments, bending aside,)
193 The sea whisper'd me.
 

1.2. As I Ebb'd with the Ocean of Life

0     1
1 As I ebb'd with the ocean of life,
2 As I wended the shores I know,
3 As I walk'd where the ripples continually wash you Paumanok,
4 Where they rustle up hoarse and sibilant,
5 Where the fierce old mother endlessly cries for her castaways,
6 I musing late in the autumn day, gazing off southward,
7 Held by this electric self out of the pride of which I utter poems,
8 Was seiz'd by the spirit that trails in the lines underfoot,
9 The rim, the sediment that stands for all the water and all the land
10     of the globe.
 
11 Fascinated, my eyes reverting from the south, dropt, to follow those
12     slender windrows,
13 Chaff, straw, splinters of wood, weeds, and the sea-gluten,
14 Scum, scales from shining rocks, leaves of salt-lettuce, left by the tide,
15 Miles walking, the sound of breaking waves the other side of me,
16 Paumanok there and then as I thought the old thought of likenesses,
17 These you presented to me you fish-shaped island,
18 As I wended the shores I know,
19 As I walk'd with that electric self seeking types.
 
20     2
21 As I wend to the shores I know not,
22 As I list to the dirge, the voices of men and women wreck'd,
23 As I inhale the impalpable breezes that set in upon me,
24 As the ocean so mysterious rolls toward me closer and closer,
25 I too but signify at the utmost a little wash'd-up drift,
26 A few sands and dead leaves to gather,
27 Gather, and merge myself as part of the sands and drift.
 
28 O baffled, balk'd, bent to the very earth,
29 Oppress'd with myself that I have dared to open my mouth,
30 Aware now that amid all that blab whose echoes recoil upon me I have
31     not once had the least idea who or what I am,
32 But that before all my arrogant poems the real Me stands yet
33     untouch'd, untold, altogether unreach'd,
34 Withdrawn far, mocking me with mock-congratulatory signs and bows,
35 With peals of distant ironical laughter at every word I have written,
36 Pointing in silence to these songs, and then to the sand beneath.
 
37 I perceive I have not really understood any thing, not a single
38     object, and that no man ever can,
39 Nature here in sight of the sea taking advantage of me to dart upon
40     me and sting me,
41 Because I have dared to open my mouth to sing at all.
 
42     3
43 You oceans both, I close with you,
44 We murmur alike reproachfully rolling sands and drift, knowing not why,
45 These little shreds indeed standing for you and me and all.
 
46 You friable shore with trails of debris,
47 You fish-shaped island, I take what is underfoot,
48 What is yours is mine my father.
 
49 I too Paumanok,
50 I too have bubbled up, floated the measureless float, and been
51     wash'd on your shores,
52 I too am but a trail of drift and debris,
53 I too leave little wrecks upon you, you fish-shaped island.
 
54 I throw myself upon your breast my father,
55 I cling to you so that you cannot unloose me,
56 I hold you so firm till you answer me something.
 
57 Kiss me my father,
58 Touch me with your lips as I touch those I love,
59 Breathe to me while I hold you close the secret of the murmuring I envy.
 
60     4
61 Ebb, ocean of life, (the flow will return,)
62 Cease not your moaning you fierce old mother,
63 Endlessly cry for your castaways, but fear not, deny not me,
64 Rustle not up so hoarse and angry against my feet as I touch you or
65     gather from you.
 
66 I mean tenderly by you and all,
67 I gather for myself and for this phantom looking down where we lead,
68     and following me and mine.
 
69 Me and mine, loose windrows, little corpses,
70 Froth, snowy white, and bubbles,
71 (See, from my dead lips the ooze exuding at last,
72 See, the prismatic colors glistening and rolling,)
73 Tufts of straw, sands, fragments,
74 Buoy'd hither from many moods, one contradicting another,
75 From the storm, the long calm, the darkness, the swell,
76 Musing, pondering, a breath, a briny tear, a dab of liquid or soil,
77 Up just as much out of fathomless workings fermented and thrown,
78 A limp blossom or two, torn, just as much over waves floating,
79     drifted at random,
80 Just as much for us that sobbing dirge of Nature,
81 Just as much whence we come that blare of the cloud-trumpets,
82 We, capricious, brought hither we know not whence, spread out before you,
83 You up there walking or sitting,
84 Whoever you are, we too lie in drifts at your feet.
 

1.3. Tears

0 Tears! tears! tears!
1 In the night, in solitude, tears,
2 On the white shore dripping, dripping, suck'd in by the sand,
3 Tears, not a star shining, all dark and desolate,
4 Moist tears from the eyes of a muffled head;
5 O who is that ghost? that form in the dark, with tears?
6 What shapeless lump is that, bent, crouch'd there on the sand?
7 Streaming tears, sobbing tears, throes, choked with wild cries;
8 O storm, embodied, rising, careering with swift steps along the beach!
9 O wild and dismal night storm, with wind—O belching and desperate!
10 O shade so sedate and decorous by day, with calm countenance and
11     regulated pace,
12 But away at night as you fly, none looking—O then the unloosen'd ocean,
13 Of tears! tears! tears!
 

1.4. To the Man-of-War-Bird

0 Thou who hast slept all night upon the storm,
1 Waking renew'd on thy prodigious pinions,
2 (Burst the wild storm? above it thou ascended'st,
3 And rested on the sky, thy slave that cradled thee,)
4 Now a blue point, far, far in heaven floating,
5 As to the light emerging here on deck I watch thee,
6 (Myself a speck, a point on the world's floating vast.)
 
7 Far, far at sea,
8 After the night's fierce drifts have strewn the shore with wrecks,
9 With re-appearing day as now so happy and serene,
10 The rosy and elastic dawn, the flashing sun,
11 The limpid spread of air cerulean,
12 Thou also re-appearest.
 
13 Thou born to match the gale, (thou art all wings,)
14 To cope with heaven and earth and sea and hurricane,
15 Thou ship of air that never furl'st thy sails,
16 Days, even weeks untired and onward, through spaces, realms gyrating,
17 At dusk that lookist on Senegal, at morn America,
18 That sport'st amid the lightning-flash and thunder-cloud,
19 In them, in thy experiences, had'st thou my soul,
20 What joys! what joys were thine!
 

1.5. Aboard at a Ship's Helm

0 Aboard at a ship's helm,
1 A young steersman steering with care.
 
2 Through fog on a sea-coast dolefully ringing,
3 An ocean-bell—O a warning bell, rock'd by the waves.
 
4 O you give good notice indeed, you bell by the sea-reefs ringing,
5 Ringing, ringing, to warn the ship from its wreck-place.
 
6 For as on the alert O steersman, you mind the loud admonition,
7 The bows turn, the freighted ship tacking speeds away under her gray sails,
8 The beautiful and noble ship with all her precious wealth speeds
9     away gayly and safe.
 
10 But O the ship, the immortal ship! O ship aboard the ship!
11 Ship of the body, ship of the soul, voyaging, voyaging, voyaging.
 

1.6. On the Beach at Night

0 On the beach at night,
1 Stands a child with her father,
2 Watching the east, the autumn sky.
 
3 Up through the darkness,
4 While ravening clouds, the burial clouds, in black masses spreading,
5 Lower sullen and fast athwart and down the sky,
6 Amid a transparent clear belt of ether yet left in the east,
7 Ascends large and calm the lord-star Jupiter,
8 And nigh at hand, only a very little above,
9 Swim the delicate sisters the Pleiades.
 
10 From the beach the child holding the hand of her father,
11 Those burial-clouds that lower victorious soon to devour all,
12 Watching, silently weeps.
 
13 Weep not, child,
14 Weep not, my darling,
15 With these kisses let me remove your tears,
16 The ravening clouds shall not long be victorious,
17 They shall not long possess the sky, they devour the stars only in
18     apparition,
19 Jupiter shall emerge, be patient, watch again another night, the
20     Pleiades shall emerge,
21 They are immortal, all those stars both silvery and golden shall
22     shine out again,
23 The great stars and the little ones shall shine out again, they endure,
24 The vast immortal suns and the long-enduring pensive moons shall
25     again shine.
 
26 Then dearest child mournest thou only for jupiter?
27 Considerest thou alone the burial of the stars?
 
28 Something there is,
29 (With my lips soothing thee, adding I whisper,
30 I give thee the first suggestion, the problem and indirection,)
31 Something there is more immortal even than the stars,
32 (Many the burials, many the days and nights, passing away,)
33 Something that shall endure longer even than lustrous Jupiter
34 Longer than sun or any revolving satellite,
35 Or the radiant sisters the Pleiades.
 

1.7. The World below the Brine

0 The world below the brine,
1 Forests at the bottom of the sea, the branches and leaves,
2 Sea-lettuce, vast lichens, strange flowers and seeds, the thick
3     tangle openings, and pink turf,
4 Different colors, pale gray and green, purple, white, and gold, the
5     play of light through the water,
6 Dumb swimmers there among the rocks, coral, gluten, grass, rushes,
7     and the aliment of the swimmers,
8 Sluggish existences grazing there suspended, or slowly crawling
9     close to the bottom,
10 The sperm-whale at the surface blowing air and spray, or disporting
11     with his flukes,
12 The leaden-eyed shark, the walrus, the turtle, the hairy
13     sea-leopard, and the sting-ray,
14 Passions there, wars, pursuits, tribes, sight in those ocean-depths,
15     breathing that thick-breathing air, as so many do,
16 The change thence to the sight here, and to the subtle air breathed
17     by beings like us who walk this sphere,
18 The change onward from ours to that of beings who walk other spheres.
 

1.8. On the Beach at Night Alone

0 On the beach at night alone,
1 As the old mother sways her to and fro singing her husky song,
2 As I watch the bright stars shining, I think a thought of the clef
3     of the universes and of the future.
 
4 A vast similitude interlocks all,
5 All spheres, grown, ungrown, small, large, suns, moons, planets,
6 All distances of place however wide,
7 All distances of time, all inanimate forms,
8 All souls, all living bodies though they be ever so different, or in
9     different worlds,
10 All gaseous, watery, vegetable, mineral processes, the fishes, the brutes,
11 All nations, colors, barbarisms, civilizations, languages,
12 All identities that have existed or may exist on this globe, or any globe,
13 All lives and deaths, all of the past, present, future,
14 This vast similitude spans them, and always has spann'd,
15 And shall forever span them and compactly hold and enclose them.
 

1.9. Song for All Seas, All Ships

0     1
1 To-day a rude brief recitative,
2 Of ships sailing the seas, each with its special flag or ship-signal,
3 Of unnamed heroes in the shipsof waves spreading and spreading
4     far as the eye can reach,
5 Of dashing spray, and the winds piping and blowing,
6 And out of these a chant for the sailors of all nations,
7 Fitful, like a surge.
 
8 Of sea-captains young or old, and the mates, and of all intrepid sailors,
9 Of the few, very choice, taciturn, whom fate can never surprise nor
10     death dismay.
11 Pick'd sparingly without noise by thee old ocean, chosen by thee,
12 Thou sea that pickest and cullest the race in time, and unitest nations,
13 Suckled by thee, old husky nurse, embodying thee,
14 Indomitable, untamed as thee.
 
15 (Ever the heroes on water or on land, by ones or twos appearing,
16 Ever the stock preserv'd and never lost, though rare, enough for
17     seed preserv'd.)
 
18     2
19 Flaunt out O sea your separate flags of nations!
20 Flaunt out visible as ever the various ship-signals!
21 But do you reserve especially for yourself and for the soul of man
22     one flag above all the rest,
23 A spiritual woven signal for all nations, emblem of man elate above death,
24 Token of all brave captains and all intrepid sailors and mates,
25 And all that went down doing their duty,
26 Reminiscent of them, twined from all intrepid captains young or old,
27 A pennant universal, subtly waving all time, o'er all brave sailors,
28 All seas, all ships.
 

1.10. Patroling Barnegat

0 Wild, wild the storm, and the sea high running,
1 Steady the roar of the gale, with incessant undertone muttering,
2 Shouts of demoniac laughter fitfully piercing and pealing,
3 Waves, air, midnight, their savagest trinity lashing,
4 Out in the shadows there milk-white combs careering,
5 On beachy slush and sand spirts of snow fierce slanting,
6 Where through the murk the easterly death-wind breasting,
7 Through cutting swirl and spray watchful and firm advancing,
8 (That in the distance! is that a wreck? is the red signal flaring?)
9 Slush and sand of the beach tireless till daylight wending,
10 Steadily, slowly, through hoarse roar never remitting,
11 Along the midnight edge by those milk-white combs careering,
12 A group of dim, weird forms, struggling, the night confronting,
13 That savage trinity warily watching.
 

1.11. After the Sea-Ship

0 After the sea-ship, after the whistling winds,
1 After the white-gray sails taut to their spars and ropes,
2 Below, a myriad myriad waves hastening, lifting up their necks,
3 Tending in ceaseless flow toward the track of the ship,
4 Waves of the ocean bubbling and gurgling, blithely prying,
5 Waves, undulating waves, liquid, uneven, emulous waves,
6 Toward that whirling current, laughing and buoyant, with curves,
7 Where the great vessel sailing and tacking displaced the surface,
8 Larger and smaller waves in the spread of the ocean yearnfully flowing,
9 The wake of the sea-ship after she passes, flashing and frolicsome
10     under the sun,
11 A motley procession with many a fleck of foam and many fragments,
【 】BOOK XIX. SEA-DRIFT
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