VS 여러분! 반갑습니다.    [로그인]   
  
키워드 :
  메인화면 (다빈치!지식놀이터) :: 다빈치! 원문/전문 > 문학 > 세계문학 > 영문  수정

◈ LEAVES OF GRASS (풀잎) ◈

◇ BOOK XXXII. FROM NOON TO STARRY NIGHT ◇

해설목차  서문  1권  2권  3권  4권  5권  6권  7권  8권  9권  10권  11권  12권  13권  14권  15권  16권  17권  18권  19권  20권  21권  22권  23권  24권  25권  26권  27권  28권  29권  30권  31권  32권 33권  34권  35권  1855
월트 휘트먼 (Walt Whitman)
목 차   [숨기기]
   0.1. Old War-Dreams
   0.2. Thick-Sprinkled Bunting
   0.3. What Best I See in Thee
   0.4. Spirit That Form'd This Scene
   0.5. As I Walk These Broad Majestic Days
   0.6. A Clear Midnight

1. BOOK XXXII. FROM NOON TO STARRY NIGHT

1.1. Thou Orb Aloft Full-Dazzling

0 Thou orb aloft full-dazzling! thou hot October noon!
1 Flooding with sheeny light the gray beach sand,
2 The sibilant near sea with vistas far and foam,
3 And tawny streaks and shades and spreading blue;
4 O sun of noon refulgent! my special word to thee.
 
5 Hear me illustrious!
6 Thy lover me, for always I have loved thee,
7 Even as basking babe, then happy boy alone by some wood edge, thy
8     touching-distant beams enough,
9 Or man matured, or young or old, as now to thee I launch my invocation.
 
10 (Thou canst not with thy dumbness me deceive,
11 I know before the fitting man all Nature yields,
12 Though answering not in words, the skies, trees, hear his voiceand
13     thou O sun,
14 As for thy throes, thy perturbations, sudden breaks and shafts of
15     flame gigantic,
16 I understand them, I know those flames, those perturbations well.)
 
17 Thou that with fructifying heat and light,
18 O'er myriad farms, o'er lands and waters North and South,
19 O'er Mississippi's endless course, o'er Texas' grassy plains,
20     Kanada's woods,
21 O'er all the globe that turns its face to thee shining in space,
22 Thou that impartially enfoldest all, not only continents, seas,
23 Thou that to grapes and weeds and little wild flowers givest so liberally,
24 Shed, shed thyself on mine and me, with but a fleeting ray out of
25     thy million millions,
26 Strike through these chants.
 
27 Nor only launch thy subtle dazzle and thy strength for these,
28 Prepare the later afternoon of me myselfprepare my lengthening shadows,
29 Prepare my starry nights.
 

1.2. Faces

1.2.1. 1
0 Sauntering the pavement or riding the country by-road, faces!
1 Faces of friendship, precision, caution, suavity, ideality,
2 The spiritual-prescient face, the always welcome common benevolent face,
3 The face of the singing of music, the grand faces of natural lawyers
4     and judges broad at the back-top,
5 The faces of hunters and fishers bulged at the brows, the shaved
6     blanch'd faces of orthodox citizens,
7 The pure, extravagant, yearning, questioning artist's face,
8 The ugly face of some beautiful soul, the handsome detested or
9     despised face,
10 The sacred faces of infants, the illuminated face of the mother of
11     many children,
12 The face of an amour, the face of veneration,
13 The face as of a dream, the face of an immobile rock,
14 The face withdrawn of its good and bad, a castrated face,
15 A wild hawk, his wings clipp'd by the clipper,
16 A stallion that yielded at last to the thongs and knife of the gelder.
 
17 Sauntering the pavement thus, or crossing the ceaseless ferry, faces
18     and faces and faces,
19 I see them and complain not, and am content with all.
 
1.2.2. 2
0 Do you suppose I could be content with all if I thought them their
1     own finale?
 
2 This now is too lamentable a face for a man,
3 Some abject louse asking leave to be, cringing for it,
4 Some milk-nosed maggot blessing what lets it wrig to its hole.
 
5 This face is a dog's snout sniffing for garbage,
6 Snakes nest in that mouth, I hear the sibilant threat.
 
7 This face is a haze more chill than the arctic sea,
8 Its sleepy and wobbling icebergs crunch as they go.
 
9 This is a face of bitter herbs, this an emetic, they need no label,
10 And more of the drug-shelf, laudanum, caoutchouc, or hog's-lard.
 
11 This face is an epilepsy, its wordless tongue gives out the unearthly cry,
12 Its veins down the neck distend, its eyes roll till they show
13     nothing but their whites,
14 Its teeth grit, the palms of the hands are cut by the turn'd-in nails,
15 The man falls struggling and foaming to the ground, while he
16     speculates well.
 
17 This face is bitten by vermin and worms,
18 And this is some murderer's knife with a half-pull'd scabbard.
 
19 This face owes to the sexton his dismalest fee,
20 An unceasing death-bell tolls there.
 
1.2.3. 3
0 Features of my equals would you trick me with your creas'd and
1     cadaverous march?
2 Well, you cannot trick me.
 
3 I see your rounded never-erased flow,
4 I see 'neath the rims of your haggard and mean disguises.
 
5 Splay and twist as you like, poke with the tangling fores of fishes or rats,
6 You'll be unmuzzled, you certainly will.
 
7 I saw the face of the most smear'd and slobbering idiot they had at
8     the asylum,
9 And I knew for my consolation what they knew not,
10 I knew of the agents that emptied and broke my brother,
11 The same wait to clear the rubbish from the fallen tenement,
12 And I shall look again in a score or two of ages,
13 And I shall meet the real landlord perfect and unharm'd, every inch
14     as good as myself.
 
1.2.4. 4
0 The Lord advances, and yet advances,
1 Always the shadow in front, always the reach'd hand bringing up the
2     laggards.
 
3 Out of this face emerge banners and horses—O superb! I see what is coming,
4 I see the high pioneer-caps, see staves of runners clearing the way,
5 I hear victorious drums.
 
6 This face is a life-boat,
7 This is the face commanding and bearded, it asks no odds of the rest,
8 This face is flavor'd fruit ready for eating,
9 This face of a healthy honest boy is the programme of all good.
 
10 These faces bear testimony slumbering or awake,
11 They show their descent from the Master himself.
 
12 Off the word I have spoken I except not onered, white, black, are
13     all deific,
14 In each house is the ovum, it comes forth after a thousand years.
 
15 Spots or cracks at the windows do not disturb me,
16 Tall and sufficient stand behind and make signs to me,
17 I read the promise and patiently wait.
 
18 This is a full-grown lily's face,
19 She speaks to the limber-hipp'd man near the garden pickets,
20 Come here she blushingly cries, Come nigh to me limber-hipp'd man,
21 Stand at my side till I lean as high as I can upon you,
22 Fill me with albescent honey, bend down to me,
23 Rub to me with your chafing beard, rub to my breast and shoulders.
 
1.2.5. 5
0 The old face of the mother of many children,
1 Whist! I am fully content.
 
2 Lull'd and late is the smoke of the First-day morning,
3 It hangs low over the rows of trees by the fences,
4 It hangs thin by the sassafras and wild-cherry and cat-brier under them.
 
5 I saw the rich ladies in full dress at the soiree,
6 I heard what the singers were singing so long,
7 Heard who sprang in crimson youth from the white froth and the water-blue.
 
8 Behold a woman!
9 She looks out from her quaker cap, her face is clearer and more
10     beautiful than the sky.
 
11 She sits in an armchair under the shaded porch of the farmhouse,
12 The sun just shines on her old white head.
 
13 Her ample gown is of cream-hued linen,
14 Her grandsons raised the flax, and her grand-daughters spun it with
15     the distaff and the wheel.
 
16 The melodious character of the earth,
17 The finish beyond which philosophy cannot go and does not wish to go,
18 The justified mother of men.
 

1.3. The Mystic Trumpeter

1.3.1. 1
0 Hark, some wild trumpeter, some strange musician,
1 Hovering unseen in air, vibrates capricious tunes to-night.
 
2 I hear thee trumpeter, listening alert I catch thy notes,
3 Now pouring, whirling like a tempest round me,
4 Now low, subdued, now in the distance lost.
 
1.3.2. 2
0 Come nearer bodiless one, haply in thee resounds
1 Some dead composer, haply thy pensive life
2 Was fill'd with aspirations high, unform'd ideals,
3 Waves, oceans musical, chaotically surging,
4 That now ecstatic ghost, close to me bending, thy cornet echoing, pealing,
5 Gives out to no one's ears but mine, but freely gives to mine,
6 That I may thee translate.
 
1.3.3. 3
0 Blow trumpeter free and clear, I follow thee,
1 While at thy liquid prelude, glad, serene,
2 The fretting world, the streets, the noisy hours of day withdraw,
3 A holy calm descends like dew upon me,
4 I walk in cool refreshing night the walks of Paradise,
5 I scent the grass, the moist air and the roses;
6 Thy song expands my numb'd imbonded spirit, thou freest, launchest me,
7 Floating and basking upon heaven's lake.
 
1.3.4. 4
0 Blow again trumpeter! and for my sensuous eyes,
1 Bring the old pageants, show the feudal world.
 
2 What charm thy music works! thou makest pass before me,
3 Ladies and cavaliers long dead, barons are in their castle halls,
4     the troubadours are singing,
5 Arm'd knights go forth to redress wrongs, some in quest of the holy Graal;
6 I see the tournament, I see the contestants incased in heavy armor
7     seated on stately champing horses,
8 I hear the shouts, the sounds of blows and smiting steel;
9 I see the Crusaders' tumultuous armieshark, how the cymbals clang,
10 Lo, where the monks walk in advance, bearing the cross on high.
 
1.3.5. 5
0 Blow again trumpeter! and for thy theme,
1 Take now the enclosing theme of all, the solvent and the setting,
2 Love, that is pulse of all, the sustenance and the pang,
3 The heart of man and woman all for love,
4 No other theme but loveknitting, enclosing, all-diffusing love.
 
5 O how the immortal phantoms crowd around me!
6 I see the vast alembic ever working, I see and know the flames that
7     heat the world,
8 The glow, the blush, the beating hearts of lovers,
9 So blissful happy some, and some so silent, dark, and nigh to death;
10 Love, that is all the earth to loverslove, that mocks time and space,
11 Love, that is day and nightlove, that is sun and moon and stars,
12 Love, that is crimson, sumptuous, sick with perfume,
13 No other words but words of love, no other thought but love.
 
1.3.6. 6
0 Blow again trumpeterconjure war's alarums.
 
1 Swift to thy spell a shuddering hum like distant thunder rolls,
2 Lo, where the arm'd men hastenlo, mid the clouds of dust the glint
3     of bayonets,
4 I see the grime-faced cannoneers, I mark the rosy flash amid the
5     smoke, I hear the cracking of the guns;
6 Nor war alonethy fearful music-song, wild player, brings every
7     sight of fear,
8 The deeds of ruthless brigands, rapine, murder—I hear the cries for help!
9 I see ships foundering at sea, I behold on deck and below deck the
10     terrible tableaus.
 
1.3.7. 7
0 O trumpeter, methinks I am myself the instrument thou playest,
1 Thou melt'st my heart, my brainthou movest, drawest, changest
2     them at will;
3 And now thy sullen notes send darkness through me,
4 Thou takest away all cheering light, all hope,
5 I see the enslaved, the overthrown, the hurt, the opprest of the
6     whole earth,
7 I feel the measureless shame and humiliation of my race, it becomes
8     all mine,
9 Mine too the revenges of humanity, the wrongs of ages, baffled feuds
10     and hatreds,
11 Utter defeat upon me weighsall lostthe foe victorious,
12 (Yet 'mid the ruins Pride colossal stands unshaken to the last,
13 Endurance, resolution to the last.)
 
14     8
15 Now trumpeter for thy close,
16 Vouchsafe a higher strain than any yet,
17 Sing to my soul, renew its languishing faith and hope,
18 Rouse up my slow belief, give me some vision of the future,
19 Give me for once its prophecy and joy.
 
20 O glad, exulting, culminating song!
21 A vigor more than earth's is in thy notes,
22 Marches of victoryman disenthral'd—the conqueror at last,
23 Hymns to the universal God from universal manall joy!
24 A reborn race appears—a perfect world, all joy!
25 Women and men in wisdom innocence and healthall joy!
26 Riotous laughing bacchanals fill'd with joy!
27 War, sorrow, suffering gonethe rank earth purgednothing but joy left!
28 The ocean fill'd with joythe atmosphere all joy!
29 Joy! joy! in freedom, worship, love! joy in the ecstasy of life!
30 Enough to merely be! enough to breathe!
31 Joy! joy! all over joy!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
32 To a Locomotive in Winter
33 Thee for my recitative,
34 Thee in the driving storm even as now, the snow, the winter-day declining,
35 Thee in thy panoply, thy measur'd dual throbbing and thy beat convulsive,
36 Thy black cylindric body, golden brass and silvery steel,
37 Thy ponderous side-bars, parallel and connecting rods, gyrating,
38     shuttling at thy sides,
39 Thy metrical, now swelling pant and roar, now tapering in the distance,
40 Thy great protruding head-light fix'd in front,
41 Thy long, pale, floating vapor-pennants, tinged with delicate purple,
42 The dense and murky clouds out-belching from thy smoke-stack,
43 Thy knitted frame, thy springs and valves, the tremulous twinkle of
44     thy wheels,
45 Thy train of cars behind, obedient, merrily following,
46 Through gale or calm, now swift, now slack, yet steadily careering;
47 Type of the modernemblem of motion and powerpulse of the continent,
48 For once come serve the Muse and merge in verse, even as here I see thee,
49 With storm and buffeting gusts of wind and falling snow,
50 By day thy warning ringing bell to sound its notes,
51 By night thy silent signal lamps to swing.
 
52 Fierce-throated beauty!
53 Roll through my chant with all thy lawless music, thy swinging lamps
54     at night,
55 Thy madly-whistled laughter, echoing, rumbling like an earthquake,
56     rousing all,
57 Law of thyself complete, thine own track firmly holding,
58 (No sweetness debonair of tearful harp or glib piano thine,)
59 Thy trills of shrieks by rocks and hills return'd,
60 Launch'd o'er the prairies wide, across the lakes,
61 To the free skies unpent and glad and strong.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
62 O Magnet-South
63 O magnet-south! O glistening perfumed South! my South!
64 O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse and love! good and evil! O all
65     dear to me!
66 O dear to me my birth-thingsall moving things and the trees where
67     I was bornthe grains, plants, rivers,
68 Dear to me my own slow sluggish rivers where they flow, distant,
69     over flats of slivery sands or through swamps,
70 Dear to me the Roanoke, the Savannah, the Altamahaw, the Pedee, the
71     Tombigbee, the Santee, the Coosa and the Sabine,
72 O pensive, far away wandering, I return with my soul to haunt their
73     banks again,
74 Again in Florida I float on transparent lakes, I float on the
75     Okeechobee, I cross the hummock-land or through pleasant openings
76     or dense forests,
77 I see the parrots in the woods, I see the papaw-tree and the
78     blossoming titi;
79 Again, sailing in my coaster on deck, I coast off Georgia, I coast
80     up the Carolinas,
81 I see where the live-oak is growing, I see where the yellow-pine,
82     the scented bay-tree, the lemon and orange, the cypress, the
83     graceful palmetto,
84 I pass rude sea-headlands and enter Pamlico sound through an inlet,
85     and dart my vision inland;
86 O the cotton plant! the growing fields of rice, sugar, hemp!
87 The cactus guarded with thorns, the laurel-tree with large white flowers,
88 The range afar, the richness and barrenness, the old woods charged
89     with mistletoe and trailing moss,
90 The piney odor and the gloom, the awful natural stillness, (here in
91     these dense swamps the freebooter carries his gun, and the
92     fugitive has his conceal'd hut;)
93 O the strange fascination of these half-known half-impassable
94     swamps, infested by reptiles, resounding with the bellow of the
95     alligator, the sad noises of the night-owl and the wild-cat, and
96     the whirr of the rattlesnake,
97 The mocking-bird, the American mimic, singing all the forenoon,
98     singing through the moon-lit night,
99 The humming-bird, the wild turkey, the raccoon, the opossum;
100 A Kentucky corn-field, the tall, graceful, long-leav'd corn,
101     slender, flapping, bright green, with tassels, with beautiful
102     ears each well-sheath'd in its husk;
103 O my heart! O tender and fierce pangs, I can stand them not, I will depart;
104 O to be a Virginian where I grew up! O to be a Carolinian!
105 O longings irrepressible! O I will go back to old Tennessee and
106     never wander more.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
107 Mannahatta
108 I was asking for something specific and perfect for my city,
109 Whereupon lo! upsprang the aboriginal name.
 
110 Now I see what there is in a name, a word, liquid, sane, unruly,
111     musical, self-sufficient,
112 I see that the word of my city is that word from of old,
113 Because I see that word nested in nests of water-bays, superb,
114 Rich, hemm'd thick all around with sailships and steamships, an
115     island sixteen miles long, solid-founded,
116 Numberless crowded streets, high growths of iron, slender, strong,
117     light, splendidly uprising toward clear skies,
118 Tides swift and ample, well-loved by me, toward sundown,
119 The flowing sea-currents, the little islands, larger adjoining
120     islands, the heights, the villas,
121 The countless masts, the white shore-steamers, the lighters, the
122     ferry-boats, the black sea-steamers well-model'd,
123 The down-town streets, the jobbers' houses of business, the houses
124     of business of the ship-merchants and money-brokers, the river-streets,
125 Immigrants arriving, fifteen or twenty thousand in a week,
126 The carts hauling goods, the manly race of drivers of horses, the
127     brown-faced sailors,
128 The summer air, the bright sun shining, and the sailing clouds aloft,
129 The winter snows, the sleigh-bells, the broken ice in the river,
130     passing along up or down with the flood-tide or ebb-tide,
131 The mechanics of the city, the masters, well-form'd,
132     beautiful-faced, looking you straight in the eyes,
133 Trottoirs throng'd, vehicles, Broadway, the women, the shops and shows,
134 A million peoplemanners free and superbopen voiceshospitality
135     the most courageous and friendly young men,
136 City of hurried and sparkling waters! city of spires and masts!
137 City nested in bays! my city!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
138 All Is Truth
139 O me, man of slack faith so long,
140 Standing aloof, denying portions so long,
141 Only aware to-day of compact all-diffused truth,
142 Discovering to-day there is no lie or form of lie, and can be none,
143     but grows as inevitably upon itself as the truth does upon itself,
144 Or as any law of the earth or any natural production of the earth does.
 
145 (This is curious and may not be realized immediately, but it must be
146     realized,
147 I feel in myself that I represent falsehoods equally with the rest,
148 And that the universe does.)
 
149 Where has fail'd a perfect return indifferent of lies or the truth?
150 Is it upon the ground, or in water or fire? or in the spirit of man?
151     or in the meat and blood?
 
152 Meditating among liars and retreating sternly into myself, I see
153     that there are really no liars or lies after all,
154 And that nothing fails its perfect return, and that what are called
155     lies are perfect returns,
156 And that each thing exactly represents itself and what has preceded it,
157 And that the truth includes all, and is compact just as much as
158     space is compact,
159 And that there is no flaw or vacuum in the amount of the truthbut
160     that all is truth without exception;
161 And henceforth I will go celebrate any thing I see or am,
162 And sing and laugh and deny nothing.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
163 A Riddle Song
164 That which eludes this verse and any verse,
165 Unheard by sharpest ear, unform'd in clearest eye or cunningest mind,
166 Nor lore nor fame, nor happiness nor wealth,
167 And yet the pulse of every heart and life throughout the world incessantly,
168 Which you and I and all pursuing ever ever miss,
169 Open but still a secret, the real of the real, an illusion,
170 Costless, vouchsafed to each, yet never man the owner,
171 Which poets vainly seek to put in rhyme, historians in prose,
172 Which sculptor never chisel'd yet, nor painter painted,
173 Which vocalist never sung, nor orator nor actor ever utter'd,
174 Invoking here and now I challenge for my song.
 
175 Indifferently, 'mid public, private haunts, in solitude,
176 Behind the mountain and the wood,
177 Companion of the city's busiest streets, through the assemblage,
178 It and its radiations constantly glide.
 
179 In looks of fair unconscious babes,
180 Or strangely in the coffin'd dead,
181 Or show of breaking dawn or stars by night,
182 As some dissolving delicate film of dreams,
183 Hiding yet lingering.
 
184 Two little breaths of words comprising it,
185 Two words, yet all from first to last comprised in it.
 
186 How ardently for it!
187 How many ships have sail'd and sunk for it!
 
188 How many travelers started from their homes and neer return'd!
189 How much of genius boldly staked and lost for it!
190 What countless stores of beauty, love, ventur'd for it!
191 How all superbest deeds since Time began are traceable to itand
192     shall be to the end!
193 How all heroic martyrdoms to it!
194 How, justified by it, the horrors, evils, battles of the earth!
195 How the bright fascinating lambent flames of it, in every age and
196     land, have drawn men's eyes,
197 Rich as a sunset on the Norway coast, the sky, the islands, and the cliffs,
198 Or midnight's silent glowing northern lights unreachable.
 
199 Haply God's riddle it, so vague and yet so certain,
200 The soul for it, and all the visible universe for it,
201 And heaven at last for it.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
202 Excelsior
203 Who has gone farthest? for I would go farther,
204 And who has been just? for I would be the most just person of the earth,
205 And who most cautious? for I would be more cautious,
206 And who has been happiest? O I think it is I—I think no one was
207     ever happier than I,
208 And who has lavish'd all? for I lavish constantly the best I have,
209 And who proudest? for I think I have reason to be the proudest son
210     alivefor I am the son of the brawny and tall-topt city,
211 And who has been bold and true? for I would be the boldest and
212     truest being of the universe,
213 And who benevolent? for I would show more benevolence than all the rest,
214 And who has receiv'd the love of the most friends? for I know what
215     it is to receive the passionate love of many friends,
216 And who possesses a perfect and enamour'd body? for I do not believe
217     any one possesses a more perfect or enamour'd body than mine,
218 And who thinks the amplest thoughts? for I would surround those thoughts,
219 And who has made hymns fit for the earth? for I am mad with
220     devouring ecstasy to make joyous hymns for the whole earth.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
221 Ah Poverties, Wincings, and Sulky Retreats
222 Ah poverties, wincings, and sulky retreats,
223 Ah you foes that in conflict have overcome me,
224 (For what is my life or any man's life but a conflict with foes, the
225     old, the incessant war?)
226 You degradations, you tussle with passions and appetites,
227 You smarts from dissatisfied friendships, (ah wounds the sharpest of all!)
228 You toil of painful and choked articulations, you meannesses,
229 You shallow tongue-talks at tables, (my tongue the shallowest of any;)
230 You broken resolutions, you racking angers, you smother'd ennuis!
231 Ah think not you finally triumph, my real self has yet to come forth,
232 It shall yet march forth o'ermastering, till all lies beneath me,
233 It shall yet stand up the soldier of ultimate victory.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
234 Thoughts
235 Of public opinion,
236 Of a calm and cool fiat sooner or later, (how impassive! how certain
237     and final!)
238 Of the President with pale face asking secretly to himself, What
239     will the people say at last?
240 Of the frivolous Judgeof the corrupt Congressman, Governor,
241     Mayorof such as these standing helpless and exposed,
242 Of the mumbling and screaming priest, (soon, soon deserted,)
243 Of the lessening year by year of venerableness, and of the dicta of
244     officers, statutes, pulpits, schools,
245 Of the rising forever taller and stronger and broader of the
246     intuitions of men and women, and of Self-esteem and Personality;
247 Of the true New Worldof the Democracies resplendent en-masse,
248 Of the conformity of politics, armies, navies, to them,
249 Of the shining sun by themof the inherent light, greater than the rest,
250 Of the envelopment of all by them, and the effusion of all from them.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
251 Mediums
252 They shall arise in the States,
253 They shall report Nature, laws, physiology, and happiness,
254 They shall illustrate Democracy and the kosmos,
255 They shall be alimentive, amative, perceptive,
256 They shall be complete women and men, their pose brawny and supple,
257     their drink water, their blood clean and clear,
258 They shall fully enjoy materialism and the sight of products, they
125     shall enjoy the sight of the beef, lumber, bread-stuffs, of
126     Chicago the great city.
127 They shall train themselves to go in public to become orators and
128     oratresses,
129 Strong and sweet shall their tongues be, poems and materials of
130     poems shall come from their lives, they shall be makers and finders,
131 Of them and of their works shall emerge divine conveyers, to convey gospels,
132 Characters, events, retrospections, shall be convey'd in gospels,
133     trees, animals, waters, shall be convey'd,
134 Death, the future, the invisible faith, shall all be convey'd.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
135 Weave in, My Hardy Life
136 Weave in, weave in, my hardy life,
137 Weave yet a soldier strong and full for great campaigns to come,
138 Weave in red blood, weave sinews in like ropes, the senses, sight weave in,
139 Weave lasting sure, weave day and night the wet, the warp, incessant
140     weave, tire not,
141 (We know not what the use O life, nor know the aim, the end, nor
142     really aught we know,
143 But know the work, the need goes on and shall go on, the
144     death-envelop'd march of peace as well as war goes on,)
145 For great campaigns of peace the same the wiry threads to weave,
146 We know not why or what, yet weave, forever weave.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
147 Spain, 1873-74
148 Out of the murk of heaviest clouds,
149 Out of the feudal wrecks and heap'd-up skeletons of kings,
150 Out of that old entire European debris, the shatter'd mummeries,
151 Ruin'd cathedrals, crumble of palaces, tombs of priests,
152 Lo, Freedom's features fresh undimm'd look forththe same immortal
153     face looks forth;
154 (A glimpse as of thy Mother's face Columbia,
155 A flash significant as of a sword,
156 Beaming towards thee.)
 
157 Nor think we forget thee maternal;
158 Lag'd'st thou so long? shall the clouds close again upon thee?
159 Ah, but thou hast thyself now appear'd to uswe know thee,
160 Thou hast given us a sure proof, the glimpse of thyself,
161 Thou waitest there as everywhere thy time.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
162 By Broad Potomac's Shore
163 By broad Potomac's shore, again old tongue,
164 (Still uttering, still ejaculating, canst never cease this babble?)
165 Again old heart so gay, again to you, your sense, the full flush
166     spring returning,
167 Again the freshness and the odors, again Virginia's summer sky,
168     pellucid blue and silver,
169 Again the forenoon purple of the hills,
170 Again the deathless grass, so noiseless soft and green,
171 Again the blood-red roses blooming.
 
172 Perfume this book of mine O blood-red roses!
173 Lave subtly with your waters every line Potomac!
174 Give me of you O spring, before I close, to put between its pages!
175 O forenoon purple of the hills, before I close, of you!
176 O deathless grass, of you!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
177 From Far Dakota's Canyons [June 25, 1876]
178 From far Dakota's canyons,
179 Lands of the wild ravine, the dusky Sioux, the lonesome stretch, the
180     silence,
181 Haply to-day a mournful wall, haply a trumpet-note for heroes.
 
182 The battle-bulletin,
183 The Indian ambuscade, the craft, the fatal environment,
184 The cavalry companies fighting to the last in sternest heroism,
185 In the midst of their little circle, with their slaughter'd horses
186     for breastworks,
187 The fall of Custer and all his officers and men.
 
188 Continues yet the old, old legend of our race,
189 The loftiest of life upheld by death,
190 The ancient banner perfectly maintain'd,
191 O lesson opportune, O how I welcome thee!
 
192 As sitting in dark days,
193 Lone, sulky, through the time's thick murk looking in vain for
194     light, for hope,
195 From unsuspected parts a fierce and momentary proof,
196 (The sun there at the centre though conceal'd,
197 Electric life forever at the centre,)
198 Breaks forth a lightning flash.
 
199 Thou of the tawny flowing hair in battle,
200 I erewhile saw, with erect head, pressing ever in front, bearing a
201     bright sword in thy hand,
202 Now ending well in death the splendid fever of thy deeds,
203 (I bring no dirge for it or thee, I bring a glad triumphal sonnet,)
204 Desperate and glorious, aye in defeat most desperate, most glorious,
205 After thy many battles in which never yielding up a gun or a color,
206 Leaving behind thee a memory sweet to soldiers,
207 Thou yieldest up thyself.
 

0.1. Old War-Dreams

0 In midnight sleep of many a face of anguish,
1 Of the look at first of the mortally wounded, (of that indescribable look,)
2 Of the dead on their backs with arms extended wide,
3     I dream, I dream, I dream.
 
4 Of scenes of Nature, fields and mountains,
5 Of skies so beauteous after a storm, and at night the moon so
6     unearthly bright,
7 Shining sweetly, shining down, where we dig the trenches and
8     gather the heaps,
9     I dream, I dream, I dream.
 
10 Long have they pass'd, faces and trenches and fields,
11 Where through the carnage I moved with a callous composure, or away
12     from the fallen,
13 Onward I sped at the timebut now of their forms at night,
14     I dream, I dream, I dream.
 

0.2. Thick-Sprinkled Bunting

0 Thick-sprinkled bunting! flag of stars!
1 Long yet your road, fateful flaglong yet your road, and lined with
2     bloody death,
3 For the prize I see at issue at last is the world,
4 All its ships and shores I see interwoven with your threads greedy banner;
5 Dream'd again the flags of kings, highest borne to flaunt unrival'd?
6 O hasten flag of man—O with sure and steady step, passing highest
7     flags of kings,
8 Walk supreme to the heavens mighty symbolrun up above them all,
9 Flag of stars! thick-sprinkled bunting!
 

0.3. What Best I See in Thee

0 [To U. S. G. return'd from his World's Tour]
 
1 What best I see in thee,
2 Is not that where thou mov'st down history's great highways,
3 Ever undimm'd by time shoots warlike victory's dazzle,
4 Or that thou sat'st where Washington sat, ruling the land in peace,
5 Or thou the man whom feudal Europe feted, venerable Asia swarm'd upon,
6 Who walk'd with kings with even pace the round world's promenade;
7 But that in foreign lands, in all thy walks with kings,
8 Those prairie sovereigns of the West, Kansas, Missouri, Illinois,
9 Ohio's, Indiana's millions, comrades, farmers, soldiers, all to the front,
10 Invisibly with thee walking with kings with even pace the round
11     world's promenade,
12 Were all so justified.
 

0.4. Spirit That Form'd This Scene

0 [Written in Platte Canyon, Colorado]
 
1 Spirit that form'd this scene,
2 These tumbled rock-piles grim and red,
3 These reckless heaven-ambitious peaks,
4 These gorges, turbulent-clear streams, this naked freshness,
5 These formless wild arrays, for reasons of their own,
6 I know thee, savage spiritwe have communed together,
7 Mine too such wild arrays, for reasons of their own;
8 Wast charged against my chants they had forgotten art?
9 To fuse within themselves its rules precise and delicatesse?
10 The lyrist's measur'd beat, the wrought-out temple's gracecolumn
11     and polish'd arch forgot?
12 But thou that revelest herespirit that form'd this scene,
13 They have remember'd thee.
 

0.5. As I Walk These Broad Majestic Days

0 As I walk these broad majestic days of peace,
1 (For the war, the struggle of blood finish'd, wherein, O terrific Ideal,
2 Against vast odds erewhile having gloriously won,
3 Now thou stridest on, yet perhaps in time toward denser wars,
4 Perhaps to engage in time in still more dreadful contests, dangers,
5 Longer campaigns and crises, labors beyond all others,)
6 Around me I hear that eclat of the world, politics, produce,
7 The announcements of recognized things, science,
8 The approved growth of cities and the spread of inventions.
 
9 I see the ships, (they will last a few years,)
10 The vast factories with their foremen and workmen,
11 And hear the indorsement of all, and do not object to it.
 
12 But I too announce solid things,
13 Science, ships, politics, cities, factories, are not nothing,
14 Like a grand procession to music of distant bugles pouring,
15     triumphantly moving, and grander heaving in sight,
16 They stand for realitiesall is as it should be.
 
17 Then my realities;
18 What else is so real as mine?
19 Libertad and the divine average, freedom to every slave on the face
20     of the earth,
21 The rapt promises and lumine of seers, the spiritual world, these
22     centuries-lasting songs,
23 And our visions, the visions of poets, the most solid announcements
24     of any.
 

0.6. A Clear Midnight

0 This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
1 Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,
2 Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou
3     lovest best,
【 】BOOK XXXII. FROM NOON TO STARRY NIGHT
▣ 한줄평 (부가정보나 한줄평을 입력하는 코너입니다.)
전체 의견 0
“미게시작품”
▪ 전체 순위 : 44 위 (1등급)
(최근 3개월 조회수 : 1699)
카달로그 로 가기
◈ 영어독해모드 ◈
영어단어장 가기
▣ 참조 카달로그
▣ 기본 정보
◈ 기본
 
 
1855년 [발표]
 
◈ 참조
 
▣ 참조 정보 (쪽별)
▣ 구성 작품 (쪽별)
백과 참조
월트 휘트먼 - 풀잎(1855)
목록 참조
 
외부 참조
 
백과사전 으로 가기

  메인화면 (다빈치!지식놀이터) :: 다빈치! 원문/전문 > 문학 > 세계문학 > 해설목차  서문  1권  2권  3권  4권  5권  6권  7권  8권  9권  10권  11권  12권  13권  14권  15권  16권  17권  18권  19권  20권  21권  22권  23권  24권  25권  26권  27권  28권  29권  30권  31권  32권 33권  34권  35권  영문  수정

◈ LEAVES OF GRASS (풀잎) ◈

©2004 General Libraries

페이지 최종 수정일: 2004년 1월 1일