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◈ LEAVES OF GRASS (풀잎) ◈

◇ BOOK XXXV. GOOD-BYE MY FANCY ◇

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월트 휘트먼 (Walt Whitman)
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 1. BOOK XXXV. GOOD-BYE MY FANCY
   1.1. Sail out for Good, Eidolon Yacht!
   1.2. Lingering Last Drops
   1.3. Good-Bye My Fancy
   1.4. On, on the Same, Ye Jocund Twain!
   1.5. MY 71st Year
   1.6. Apparitions
   1.7. The Pallid Wreath
   1.8. An Ended Day
   1.9. Old Age's Ship & Crafty Death's
   1.10. To the Pending Year
   1.11. Shakspere-Bacon's Cipher
   1.12. Long, Long Hence
   1.13. Bravo, Paris Exposition!
   1.14. Interpolation Sounds
   1.15. To the Sun-Set Breeze
   1.16. Old Chants
   1.17. A Christmas Greeting
   1.18. Sounds of the Winter
   1.19. A Twilight Song
   1.20. When the Full-Grown Poet Came
   1.21. Osceola
   1.22. A Voice from Death
   1.23. A Persian Lesson
   1.24. The Commonplace
   1.25. "The Rounded Catalogue Divine Complete"
   1.26. Mirages
   1.27. L. of G.'s Purport
   1.28. The Unexpress'd
   1.29. Grand Is the Seen
   1.30. Unseen Buds
   1.31. Good-Bye My Fancy!

1. BOOK XXXV. GOOD-BYE MY FANCY

1.1. Sail out for Good, Eidolon Yacht!

0 Heave the anchor short!
1 Raise main-sail and jibsteer forth,
2 O little white-hull'd sloop, now speed on really deep waters,
3 (I will not call it our concluding voyage,
4 But outset and sure entrance to the truest, best, maturest;)
5 Depart, depart from solid earthno more returning to these shores,
6 Now on for aye our infinite free venture wending,
7 Spurning all yet tried ports, seas, hawsers, densities, gravitation,
8 Sail out for good, eidolon yacht of me!
 

1.2. Lingering Last Drops

0 And whence and why come you?
 
1 We know not whence, (was the answer,)
2 We only know that we drift here with the rest,
3 That we linger'd and lagg'd—but were wafted at last, and are now here,
4 To make the passing shower's concluding drops.
 

1.3. Good-Bye My Fancy

0 Good-bye my fancy—(I had a word to say,
1 But 'tis not quite the timeThe best of any man's word or say,
2 Is when its proper place arrivesand for its meaning,
3 I keep mine till the last.)
 

1.4. On, on the Same, Ye Jocund Twain!

0 On, on the same, ye jocund twain!
1 My life and recitative, containing birth, youth, mid-age years,
2 Fitful as motley-tongues of flame, inseparably twined and merged in
3 onecombining all,
4 My single soulaims, confirmations, failures, joysNor single soul alone,
5 I chant my nation's crucial stage, (America's, haply humanity's)—
6 the trial great, the victory great,
7 A strange eclaircissement of all the masses past, the eastern world,
8 the ancient, medieval,
9 Here, here from wanderings, strayings, lessons, wars, defeatshere
10 at the west a voice triumphantjustifying all,
11 A gladsome pealing cry—a song for once of utmost pride and satisfaction;
12 I chant from it the common bulk, the general average horde, (the
13 best sooner than the worst)—And now I chant old age,
14 (My verses, written first for forenoon life, and for the summer's,
15 autumn's spread,
16 I pass to snow-white hairs the same, and give to pulses
17 winter-cool'd the same;)
18 As here in careless trill, I and my recitatives, with faith and love,
19 wafting to other work, to unknown songs, conditions,
20 On, on ye jocund twain! continue on the same!
 

1.5. MY 71st Year

0 After surmounting three-score and ten,
1 With all their chances, changes, losses, sorrows,
2 My parents' deaths, the vagaries of my life, the many tearing
3 passions of me, the war of '63 and '4,
4 As some old broken soldier, after a long, hot, wearying march, or
5 haply after battle,
6 To-day at twilight, hobbling, answering company roll-call, Here,
7 with vital voice,
8 Reporting yet, saluting yet the Officer over all.
 

1.6. Apparitions

0 A vague mist hanging 'round half the pages:
1 (Sometimes how strange and clear to the soul,
2 That all these solid things are indeed but apparitions, concepts,
3 non-realities.)
 

1.7. The Pallid Wreath

0 Somehow I cannot let it go yet, funeral though it is,
1 Let it remain back there on its nail suspended,
2 With pink, blue, yellow, all blanch'd, and the white now gray and ashy,
3 One wither'd rose put years ago for thee, dear friend;
4 But I do not forget thee. Hast thou then faded?
5 Is the odor exhaled? Are the colors, vitalities, dead?
6 No, while memories subtly playthe past vivid as ever;
7 For but last night I woke, and in that spectral ring saw thee,
8 Thy smile, eyes, face, calm, silent, loving as ever:
9 So let the wreath hang still awhile within my eye-reach,
10 It is not yet dead to me, nor even pallid.
 

1.8. An Ended Day

0 The soothing sanity and blitheness of completion,
1 The pomp and hurried contest-glare and rush are done;
2 Now triumph! transformation! jubilate!
 

1.9. Old Age's Ship & Crafty Death's

0 From east and west across the horizon's edge,
1 Two mighty masterful vessels sailers steal upon us:
2 But we'll make race a-time upon the seas—a battle-contest yet! bear
3 lively there!
4 (Our joys of strife and derring-do to the last!)
5 Put on the old ship all her power to-day!
6 Crowd top-sail, top-gallant and royal studding-sails,
7 Out challenge and defianceflags and flaunting pennants added,
8 As we take to the opentake to the deepest, freest waters.
 

1.10. To the Pending Year

0 Have I no weapon-word for theesome message brief and fierce?
1 (Have I fought out and done indeed the battle?) Is there no shot left,
2 For all thy affectations, lisps, scorns, manifold silliness?
3 Nor for myselfmy own rebellious self in thee?
 
4 Down, down, proud gorge!—though choking thee;
5 Thy bearded throat and high-borne forehead to the gutter;
6 Crouch low thy neck to eleemosynary gifts.
 

1.11. Shakspere-Bacon's Cipher

0 I doubt it notthen more, far more;
1 In each old song bequeath'd—in every noble page or text,
2 (Differentsomething unreck'd beforesome unsuspected author,)
3 In every object, mountain, tree, and starin every birth and life,
4 As part of eachevolv'd from eachmeaning, behind the ostent,
5 A mystic cipher waits infolded.
 

1.12. Long, Long Hence

0 After a long, long course, hundreds of years, denials,
1 Accumulations, rous'd love and joy and thought,
2 Hopes, wishes, aspirations, ponderings, victories, myriads of readers,
3 Coating, compassing, coveringafter ages' and ages' encrustations,
4 Then only may these songs reach fruition.
 

1.13. Bravo, Paris Exposition!

0 Add to your show, before you close it, France,
1 With all the rest, visible, concrete, temples, towers, goods,
2 machines and ores,
3 Our sentiment wafted from many million heart-throbs, ethereal but solid,
4 (We grand-sons and great-grandsons do not forget your grandsires,)
5 From fifty Nations and nebulous Nations, compacted, sent oversea to-day,
6 America's applause, love, memories and good-will.
 

1.14. Interpolation Sounds

0 Over and through the burial chant,
1 Organ and solemn service, sermon, bending priests,
2 To me come interpolation sounds not in the showplainly to me,
3 crowding up the aisle and from the window,
4 Of sudden battle's hurry and harsh noiseswar's grim game to sight
5 and ear in earnest;
6 The scout call'd up and forwardthe general mounted and his aides
7 around himthe new-brought wordthe instantaneous order issued;
8 The rifle crackthe cannon thudthe rushing forth of men from their
9 tents;
10 The clank of cavalrythe strange celerity of forming ranksthe
11 slender bugle note;
12 The sound of horses' hoofs departingsaddles, arms, accoutrements.
 

1.15. To the Sun-Set Breeze

0 Ah, whispering, something again, unseen,
1 Where late this heated day thou enterest at my window, door,
2 Thou, laving, tempering all, cool-freshing, gently vitalizing
3 Me, old, alone, sick, weak-down, melted-worn with sweat;
4 Thou, nestling, folding close and firm yet soft, companion better
5 than talk, book, art,
6 (Thou hast, O Nature! elements! utterance to my heart beyond the
7 restand this is of them,)
8 So sweet thy primitive taste to breathe withinthy soothing fingers
9 my face and hands,
10 Thou, messengermagical strange bringer to body and spirit of me,
11 (Distances balk'd—occult medicines penetrating me from head to foot,)
12 I feel the sky, the prairies vast—I feel the mighty northern lakes,
13 I feel the ocean and the forestsomehow I feel the globe itself
14 swift-swimming in space;
15 Thou blown from lips so loved, now gonehaply from endless store,
16 God-sent,
17 (For thou art spiritual, Godly, most of all known to my sense,)
18 Minister to speak to me, here and now, what word has never told, and
19 cannot tell,
20 Art thou not universal concrete's distillation? Law's, all
21 Astronomy's last refinement?
22 Hast thou no soul? Can I not know, identify thee?
 

1.16. Old Chants

0 An ancient song, reciting, ending,
1 Once gazing toward thee, Mother of All,
2 Musing, seeking themes fitted for thee,
3 Accept me, thou saidst, the elder ballads,
4 And name for me before thou goest each ancient poet.
 
5 (Of many debts incalculable,
6 Haply our New World's chieftest debt is to old poems.)
 
7 Ever so far back, preluding thee, America,
8 Old chants, Egyptian priests, and those of Ethiopia,
9 The Hindu epics, the Grecian, Chinese, Persian,
10 The Biblic books and prophets, and deep idyls of the Nazarene,
11 The Iliad, Odyssey, plots, doings, wanderings of Eneas,
12 Hesiod, Eschylus, Sophocles, Merlin, Arthur,
13 The Cid, Roland at Roncesvalles, the Nibelungen,
14 The troubadours, minstrels, minnesingers, skalds,
15 Chaucer, Dante, flocks of singing birds,
16 The Border Minstrelsy, the bye-gone ballads, feudal tales, essays, plays,
17 Shakespere, Schiller, Walter Scott, Tennyson,
18 As some vast wondrous weird dream-presences,
19 The great shadowy groups gathering around,
20 Darting their mighty masterful eyes forward at thee,
21 Thou! with as now thy bending neck and head, with courteous hand
22 and word, ascending,
23 Thou! pausing a moment, drooping thine eyes upon them, blent
24 with their music,
25 Well pleased, accepting all, curiously prepared for by them,
26 Thou enterest at thy entrance porch.
 

1.17. A Christmas Greeting

0 Welcome, Brazilian brotherthy ample place is ready;
1 A loving hand—a smile from the north—a sunny instant hall!
2 (Let the future care for itself, where it reveals its troubles,
3 impedimentas,
4 Ours, ours the present throe, the democratic aim, the acceptance and
5 the faith;)
6 To thee to-day our reaching arm, our turning neckto thee from us
7 the expectant eye,
8 Thou cluster free! thou brilliant lustrous one! thou, learning well,
9 The true lesson of a nation's light in the sky,
10 (More shining than the Cross, more than the Crown,)
11 The height to be superb humanity.
 

1.18. Sounds of the Winter

0 Sounds of the winter too,
1 Sunshine upon the mountainsmany a distant strain
2 From cheery railroad trainfrom nearer field, barn, house,
3 The whispering aireven the mute crops, garner'd apples, corn,
4 Children's and women's tonesrhythm of many a farmer and of flail,
5 An old man's garrulous lips among the rest, Think not we give out yet,
6 Forth from these snowy hairs we keep up yet the lilt.
 

1.19. A Twilight Song

0 As I sit in twilight late alone by the flickering oak-flame,
1 Musing on long-pass'd war-scenesof the countless buried unknown
2 soldiers,
3 Of the vacant names, as unindented air's and sea's—the unreturn'd,
4 The brief truce after battle, with grim burial-squads, and the
5 deep-fill'd trenches
6 Of gather'd from dead all America, North, South, East, West, whence
7 they came up,
8 From wooded Maine, New-England's farms, from fertile Pennsylvania,
9 Illinois, Ohio,
10 From the measureless West, Virginia, the South, the Carolinas, Texas,
11 (Even here in my room-shadows and half-lights in the noiseless
12 flickering flames,
13 Again I see the stalwart ranks on-filing, rising—I hear the
14 rhythmic tramp of the armies;)
15 You million unwrit names all, allyou dark bequest from all the war,
16 A special verse for you—a flash of duty long neglectedyour mystic
17 roll strangely gather'd here,
18 Each name recall'd by me from out the darkness and death's ashes,
19 Henceforth to be, deep, deep within my heart recording, for many
20 future year,
21 Your mystic roll entire of unknown names, or North or South,
22 Embalm'd with love in this twilight song.
 

1.20. When the Full-Grown Poet Came

0 When the full-grown poet came,
1 Out spake pleased Nature (the round impassive globe, with all its
2 shows of day and night,) saying, He is mine;
3 But out spake too the Soul of man, proud, jealous and unreconciled,
4 Nay he is mine alone;
5 Then the full-grown poet stood between the two, and took each
6 by the hand;
7 And to-day and ever so stands, as blender, uniter, tightly holding hands,
8 Which he will never release until he reconciles the two,
9 And wholly and joyously blends them.
 

1.21. Osceola

0 When his hour for death had come,
1 He slowly rais'd himself from the bed on the floor,
2 Drew on his war-dress, shirt, leggings, and girdled the belt around
3 his waist,
4 Call'd for vermilion paint (his looking-glass was held before him,)
5 Painted half his face and neck, his wrists, and back-hands.
6 Put the scalp-knife carefully in his beltthen lying down, resting
7 moment,
8 Rose again, half sitting, smiled, gave in silence his extended hand
9 to each and all,
10 Sank faintly low to the floor (tightly grasping the tomahawk handle,)
11 Fix'd his look on wife and little childrenthe last:
 
12 (And here a line in memory of his name and death.)
 

1.22. A Voice from Death

0 A voice from Death, solemn and strange, in all his sweep and power,
1 With sudden, indescribable blowtowns drown'd—humanity by
2 thousands slain,
3 The vaunted work of thrift, goods, dwellings, forge, street, iron bridge,
4 Dash'd pell-mell by the blowyet usher'd life continuing on,
5 (Amid the rest, amid the rushing, whirling, wild debris,
6 A suffering woman saved—a baby safely born!)
 
7 Although I come and unannounc'd, in horror and in pang,
8 In pouring flood and fire, and wholesale elemental crash, (this
9 voice so solemn, strange,)
10 I too a minister of Deity.
 
11 Yea, Death, we bow our faces, veil our eyes to thee,
12 We mourn the old, the young untimely drawn to thee,
13 The fair, the strong, the good, the capable,
14 The household wreck'd, the husband and the wife, the engulfed forger
15 in his forge,
16 The corpses in the whelming waters and the mud,
17 The gather'd thousands to their funeral mounds, and thousands never
18 found or gather'd.
 
19 Then after burying, mourning the dead,
20 (Faithful to them found or unfound, forgetting not, bearing the
21 past, here new musing,)
22 A day—a passing moment or an hourAmerica itself bends low,
23 Silent, resign'd, submissive.
 
24 War, death, cataclysm like this, America,
25 Take deep to thy proud prosperous heart.
 
26 E'en as I chant, lo! out of death, and out of ooze and slime,
27 The blossoms rapidly blooming, sympathy, help, love,
28 From West and East, from South and North and over sea,
29 Its hot-spurr'd hearts and hands humanity to human aid moves on;
30 And from within a thought and lesson yet.
 
31 Thou ever-darting Globe! through Space and Air!
32 Thou waters that encompass us!
33 Thou that in all the life and death of us, in action or in sleep!
34 Thou laws invisible that permeate them and all,
35 Thou that in all, and over all, and through and under all, incessant!
36 Thou! thou! the vital, universal, giant force resistless, sleepless, calm,
37 Holding Humanity as in thy open hand, as some ephemeral toy,
38 How ill to e'er forget thee!
 
39 For I too have forgotten,
40 (Wrapt in these little potencies of progress, politics, culture,
41 wealth, inventions, civilization,)
42 Have lost my recognition of your silent ever-swaying power, ye
43 mighty, elemental throes,
44 In which and upon which we float, and every one of us is buoy'd.
 

1.23. A Persian Lesson

0 For his o'erarching and last lesson the greybeard sufi,
1 In the fresh scent of the morning in the open air,
2 On the slope of a teeming Persian rose-garden,
3 Under an ancient chestnut-tree wide spreading its branches,
4 Spoke to the young priests and students.
 
5 "Finally my children, to envelop each word, each part of the rest,
6 Allah is all, all, allimmanent in every life and object,
7 May-be at many and many-a-more removesyet Allah, Allah, Allah is there.
 
8 "Has the estray wander'd far? Is the reason-why strangely hidden?
9 Would you sound below the restless ocean of the entire world?
10 Would you know the dissatisfaction? the urge and spur of every life;
11 The something never still'd—never entirely gone? the invisible need
12 of every seed?
 
13 "It is the central urge in every atom,
14 (Often unconscious, often evil, downfallen,)
15 To return to its divine source and origin, however distant,
16 Latent the same in subject and in object, without one exception."
 

1.24. The Commonplace

0 The commonplace I sing;
1 How cheap is health! how cheap nobility!
2 Abstinence, no falsehood, no gluttony, lust;
3 The open air I sing, freedom, toleration,
4 (Take here the mainest lessonless from booksless from the schools,)
5 The common day and nightthe common earth and waters,
6 Your farmyour work, trade, occupation,
7 The democratic wisdom underneath, like solid ground for all.
 

1.25. "The Rounded Catalogue Divine Complete"

0 The devilish and the dark, the dying and diseas'd,
1 The countless (nineteen-twentieths) low and evil, crude and savage,
2 The crazed, prisoners in jail, the horrible, rank, malignant,
3 Venom and filth, serpents, the ravenous sharks, liars, the dissolute;
4 (What is the part the wicked and the loathesome bear within earth's
5 orbic scheme?)
6 Newts, crawling things in slime and mud, poisons,
7 The barren soil, the evil men, the slag and hideous rot.
 

1.26. Mirages

0 More experiences and sights, stranger, than you'd think for;
1 Times again, now mostly just after sunrise or before sunset,
2 Sometimes in spring, oftener in autumn, perfectly clear weather, in
3 plain sight,
4 Camps far or near, the crowded streets of cities and the shopfronts,
5 (Account for it or notcredit or notit is all true,
6 And my mate there could tell you the likewe have often confab'd
7 about it,)
8 People and scenes, animals, trees, colors and lines, plain as could be,
9 Farms and dooryards of home, paths border'd with box, lilacs in corners,
10 Weddings in churches, thanksgiving dinners, returns of long-absent sons,
11 Glum funerals, the crape-veil'd mother and the daughters,
12 Trials in courts, jury and judge, the accused in the box,
13 Contestants, battles, crowds, bridges, wharves,
14 Now and then mark'd faces of sorrow or joy,
15 (I could pick them out this moment if I saw them again,)
16 Show'd to mejust to the right in the sky-edge,
17 Or plainly there to the left on the hill-tops.
 

1.27. L. of G.'s Purport

0 Not to exclude or demarcate, or pick out evils from their formidable
1 masses (even to expose them,)
2 But add, fuse, complete, extendand celebrate the immortal and the good.
3 Haughty this song, its words and scope,
4 To span vast realms of space and time,
5 Evolutionthe cumulativegrowths and generations.
 
6 Begun in ripen'd youth and steadily pursued,
7 Wandering, peering, dallying with allwar, peace, day and night
8 absorbing,
9 Never even for one brief hour abandoning my task,
10 I end it here in sickness, poverty, and old age.
 
11 I sing of life, yet mind me well of death:
12 To-day shadowy Death dogs my steps, my seated shape, and has for years
13 Draws sometimes close to me, as face to face.
 

1.28. The Unexpress'd

0 How dare one say it?
1 After the cycles, poems, singers, plays,
2 Vaunted Ionia's, India's—Homer, Shaksperethe long, long times'
3 thick dotted roads, areas,
4 The shining clusters and the Milky Ways of starsNature's pulses reap'd,
5 All retrospective passions, heroes, war, love, adoration,
6 All ages' plummets dropt to their utmost depths,
7 All human lives, throats, wishes, brainsall experiences' utterance;
8 After the countless songs, or long or short, all tongues, all lands,
9 Still something not yet told in poesy's voice or printsomething lacking,
10 (Who knows? the best yet unexpress'd and lacking.)
 

1.29. Grand Is the Seen

0 Grand is the seen, the light, to megrand are the sky and stars,
1 Grand is the earth, and grand are lasting time and space,
2 And grand their laws, so multiform, puzzling, evolutionary;
3 But grander far the unseen soul of me, comprehending, endowing all those,
4 Lighting the light, the sky and stars, delving the earth, sailing
5 the sea,
6 (What were all those, indeed, without thee, unseen soul? of what
7 amount without thee?)
8 More evolutionary, vast, puzzling, O my soul!
9 More multiform farmore lasting thou than they.
 

1.30. Unseen Buds

0 Unseen buds, infinite, hidden well,
1 Under the snow and ice, under the darkness, in every square or cubic inch,
2 Germinal, exquisite, in delicate lace, microscopic, unborn,
3 Like babes in wombs, latent, folded, compact, sleeping;
4 Billions of billions, and trillions of trillions of them waiting,
5 (On earth and in the seathe universethe stars there in the
6 heavens,)
7 Urging slowly, surely forward, forming endless,
8 And waiting ever more, forever more behind.
 

1.31. Good-Bye My Fancy!

0 Good-bye my Fancy!
1 Farewell dear mate, dear love!
2 I'm going away, I know not where,
3 Or to what fortune, or whether I may ever see you again,
4 So Good-bye my Fancy.
 
5 Now for my lastlet me look back a moment;
6 The slower fainter ticking of the clock is in me,
7 Exit, nightfall, and soon the heart-thud stopping.
 
8 Long have we lived, joy'd, caress'd together;
9 Delightful!—now separationGood-bye my Fancy.
 
10 Yet let me not be too hasty,
11 Long indeed have we lived, slept, filter'd, become really blended
12 into one;
13 Then if we die we die together, (yes, we'll remain one,)
14 If we go anywhere we'll go together to meet what happens,
15 May-be we'll be better off and blither, and learn something,
16 May-be it is yourself now really ushering me to the true songs, (who
17 knows?)
18 May-be it is you the mortal knob really undoing, turningso now finally,
【 】BOOK XXXV. GOOD-BYE MY FANCY
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