The Walt Whitman MEGAPACK ®. Walt Whitman

Чтение книги онлайн.

СКАЧАТЬ discharging my excrementitious body to be burn’d, or render’d to powder, or buried,

      My real body doubtless left to me for other spheres,

      My voided body nothing more to me, returning to the purifications, further offices, eternal uses of the earth.

      O to attract by more than attraction!

      How it is I know not—yet behold! the something which obeys none of the rest,

      It is offensive, never defensive—yet how magnetic it draws.

      O to struggle against great odds, to meet enemies undaunted!

      To be entirely alone with them, to find how much one can stand!

      To look strife, torture, prison, popular odium, face to face!

      To mount the scaffold, to advance to the muzzles of guns with perfect nonchalance!

      To be indeed a God!

      O to sail to sea in a ship!

      To leave this steady unendurable land,

      To leave the tiresome sameness of the streets, the sidewalks and the houses,

      To leave you O you solid motionless land, and entering a ship,

      To sail and sail and sail!

      O to have life henceforth a poem of new joys!

      To dance, clap hands, exult, shout, skip, leap, roll on, float on!

      To be a sailor of the world bound for all ports,

      A ship itself, (see indeed these sails I spread to the sun and air,)

      A swift and swelling ship full of rich words, full of joys.

      BOOK XII

      Song of the Broad-Axe

      1

      Weapon shapely, naked, wan,

      Head from the mother’s bowels drawn,

      Wooded flesh and metal bone, limb only one and lip only one,

      Gray-blue leaf by red-heat grown, helve produced from a little seed sown,

      Resting the grass amid and upon,

      To be lean’d and to lean on.

      Strong shapes and attributes of strong shapes, masculine trades, sights and sounds.

      Long varied train of an emblem, dabs of music,

      Fingers of the organist skipping staccato over the keys of the great organ.

      2

      Welcome are all earth’s lands, each for its kind,

      Welcome are lands of pine and oak,

      Welcome are lands of the lemon and fig,

      Welcome are lands of gold,

      Welcome are lands of wheat and maize, welcome those of the grape,

      Welcome are lands of sugar and rice,

      Welcome the cotton-lands, welcome those of the white potato and sweet potato,

      Welcome are mountains, flats, sands, forests, prairies,

      Welcome the rich borders of rivers, table-lands, openings,

      Welcome the measureless grazing-lands, welcome the teeming soil of orchards, flax, honey, hemp;

      Welcome just as much the other more hard-faced lands,

      Lands rich as lands of gold or wheat and fruit lands,

      Lands of mines, lands of the manly and rugged ores,

      Lands of coal, copper, lead, tin, zinc,

      Lands of iron—lands of the make of the axe.

      3

      The log at the wood-pile, the axe supported by it,

      The sylvan hut, the vine over the doorway, the space clear’d for garden,

      The irregular tapping of rain down on the leaves after the storm is lull’d,

      The walling and moaning at intervals, the thought of the sea,

      The thought of ships struck in the storm and put on their beam ends, and the cutting away of masts,

      The sentiment of the huge timbers of old-fashion’d houses and barns,

      The remember’d print or narrative, the voyage at a venture of men, families, goods,

      The disembarkation, the founding of a new city,

      The voyage of those who sought a New England and found it, the outset anywhere,

      The settlements of the Arkansas, Colorado, Ottawa, Willamette,

      The slow progress, the scant fare, the axe, rifle, saddle-bags;

      The beauty of all adventurous and daring persons,

      The beauty of wood-boys and wood-men with their clear untrimm’d faces,

      The beauty of independence, departure, actions that rely on themselves,

      The American contempt for statutes and ceremonies, the boundless impatience of restraint,

      The loose drift of character, the inkling through random types, the solidification;

      The butcher in the slaughter-house, the hands aboard schooners and sloops, the raftsman, the pioneer,

      Lumbermen in their winter camp, daybreak in the woods, stripes of snow on the limbs of trees, the occasional snapping,

      The glad clear sound of one’s own voice, the merry song, the natural life of the woods, the strong day’s work,

      The blazing fire at night, the sweet taste of supper, the talk, the bed of hemlock-boughs and the bear-skin;

      The house-builder at work in cities or anywhere,

      The preparatory jointing, squaring, sawing, mortising,

      The hoist-up of beams, the push of them in their places, laying them regular,

      Setting the studs by their tenons in the mortises according as they were prepared,

      The blows of mallets and hammers, the attitudes of the men, their curv’d limbs,

      Bending, standing, astride the beams, driving in pins, holding on by posts and braces,

СКАЧАТЬ