Chanting the Square Deific
1 Chanting the square deific, out of the One advancing, out of the sides, Out of the old and new, out of the square entirely divine, Solid, four-sided, (all the sides needed,) from this side Jehovah am I, Old Brahm I, and I Saturnius am; Not Time affects me-I am Time, old, modern as any, Unpersuadable, relentless, executing righteous judgments, As the Earth, the Father, the brown old Kronos, with laws, Aged beyond computation, yet never new, ever with those mighty laws rolling, Relentless I forgive no man-whoever sins dies-I will have that man"s life; Therefore let none expect mercy-have the seasons, gravitation, the appointed days, mercy? no more have I, But as the seasons and gravitation, and as all the appointed days that forgive not, I dispense from this side judgments inexorable without the least remorse.
2 Consolator most mild, the promis"d one advancing, With gentle hand extended, the mightier G.o.d am I, Foretold by prophets and poets in their most rapt prophecies and poems, From this side, lo! the Lord Christ gazes-lo! Hermes I-lo! mine is Hercules" face, All sorrow, labor, suffering, I, tallying it, absorb in myself, Many times have I been rejected, taunted, put in prison, and crucified, and many times shall be again, All the world have I given up for my dear brothers" and sisters"
sake, for the soul"s sake, Wanding my way through the homes of men, rich or poor, with the kiss of affection, For I am affection, I am the cheer-bringing G.o.d, with hope and all-enclosing charity, With indulgent words as to children, with fresh and sane words, mine only, Young and strong I pa.s.s knowing well I am destin"d myself to an early death; But my charity has no death-my wisdom dies not, neither early nor late, And my sweet love bequeath"d here and elsewhere never dies.
3 Aloof, dissatisfied, plotting revolt, Comrade of criminals, brother of slaves, Crafty, despised, a drudge, ignorant, With sudra face and worn brow, black, but in the depths of my heart, proud as any, Lifted now and always against whoever scorning a.s.sumes to rule me, Morose, full of guile, full of reminiscences, brooding, with many wiles, (Though it was thought I was baffled, and dispel"d, and my wiles done, but that will never be,) Defiant, I, Satan, still live, still utter words, in new lands duly appearing, (and old ones also,) Permanent here from my side, warlike, equal with any, real as any, Nor time nor change shall ever change me or my words.
4 Santa Spirita, breather, life, Beyond the light, lighter than light, Beyond the flames of h.e.l.l, joyous, leaping easily above h.e.l.l, Beyond Paradise, perfumed solely with mine own perfume, Including all life on earth, touching, including G.o.d, including Saviour and Satan, Ethereal, pervading all, (for without me what were all? what were G.o.d?) Essence of forms, life of the real ident.i.ties, permanent, positive, (namely the unseen,) Life of the great round world, the sun and stars, and of man, I, the general soul, Here the square finishing, the solid, I the most solid, Breathe my breath also through these songs.
Of Him I Love Day and Night
Of him I love day and night I dream"d I heard he was dead, And I dream"d I went where they had buried him I love, but he was not in that place, And I dream"d I wander"d searching among burial-places to find him, And I found that every place was a burial-place; The houses full of life were equally full of death, (this house is now,) The streets, the shipping, the places of amus.e.m.e.nt, the Chicago, Boston, Philadelphia, the Mannahatta, were as full of the dead as of the living, And fuller, O vastly fuller of the dead than of the living; And what I dream"d I will henceforth tell to every person and age, And I stand henceforth bound to what I dream"d, And now I am willing to disregard burial-places and dispense with them, And if the memorials of the dead were put up indifferently everywhere, even in the room where I eat or sleep, I should be satisfied, And if the corpse of any one I love, or if my own corpse, be duly render"d to powder and pour"d in the sea, I shall be satisfied, Or if it be distributed to the winds I shall be satisfied.
Yet, Yet, Ye Downcast Hours
Yet, yet, ye downcast hours, I know ye also, Weights of lead, how ye clog and cling at my ankles, Earth to a chamber of mourning turns-I hear the o"erweening, mocking voice, Matter is conqueror-matter, triumphant only, continues onward.
Despairing cries float ceaselessly toward me, The call of my nearest lover, putting forth, alarm"d, uncertain, The sea I am quickly to sail, come tell me, Come tell me where I am speeding, tell me my destination.
I understand your anguish, but I cannot help you, I approach, hear, behold, the sad mouth, the look out of the eyes, your mute inquiry, Whither I go from the bed I recline on, come tell me,- Old age, alarm"d, uncertain-a young woman"s voice, appealing to me for comfort; A young man"s voice, Shall I not escape?
As If a Phantom Caress"d Me
As if a phantom caress"d me, I thought I was not alone walking here by the sh.o.r.e; But the one I thought was with me as now I walk by the sh.o.r.e, the one I loved that caress"d me, As I lean and look through the glimmering light, that one has utterly disappear"d.
And those appear that are hateful to me and mock me.
a.s.surances
I need no a.s.surances, I am a man who is preoccupied of his own soul; I do not doubt that from under the feet and beside the hands and face I am cognizant of, are now looking faces I am not cognizant of, calm and actual faces, I do not doubt but the majesty and beauty of the world are latent in any iota of the world, I do not doubt I am limitless, and that the universes are limitless, in vain I try to think how limitless, I do not doubt that the orbs and the systems of orbs play their swift sports through the air on purpose, and that I shall one day be eligible to do as much as they, and more than they, I do not doubt that temporary affairs keep on and on millions of years, I do not doubt interiors have their interiors, and exteriors have their exteriors, and that the eyesight has another eyesight, and the hearing another hearing, and the voice another voice, I do not doubt that the pa.s.sionately-wept deaths of young men are provided for, and that the deaths of young women and the deaths of little children are provided for, (Did you think Life was so well provided for, and Death, the purport of all Life, is not well provided for?) I do not doubt that wrecks at sea, no matter what the horrors of them, no matter whose wife, child, husband, father, lover, has gone down, are provided for, to the minutest points, I do not doubt that whatever can possibly happen anywhere at any time, is provided for in the inherences of things, I do not think Life provides for all and for Time and s.p.a.ce, but I believe Heavenly Death provides for all.
Quicksand Years
Quicksand years that whirl me I know not whither, Your schemes, politics, fail, lines give way, substances mock and elude me, Only the theme I sing, the great and strong-possess"d soul, eludes not, One"s-self must never give way-that is the final substance-that out of all is sure, Out of politics, triumphs, battles, life, what at last finally remains?
When shows break up what but One"s-Self is sure?
That Music Always Round Me
That music always round me, unceasing, unbeginning, yet long untaught I did not hear, But now the chorus I hear and am elated, A tenor, strong, ascending with power and health, with glad notes of daybreak I hear, A soprano at intervals sailing buoyantly over the tops of immense waves, A transparent base shuddering lusciously under and through the universe, The triumphant tutti, the funeral wailings with sweet flutes and violins, all these I fill myself with, I hear not the volumes of sound merely, I am moved by the exquisite meanings, I listen to the different voices winding in and out, striving, contending with fiery vehemence to excel each other in emotion; I do not think the performers know themselves-but now I think begin to know them.
What Ship Puzzled at Sea
What ship puzzled at sea, cons for the true reckoning?
Or coming in, to avoid the bars and follow the channel a perfect pilot needs?
Here, sailor! here, ship! take aboard the most perfect pilot, Whom, in a little boat, putting off and rowing, I hailing you offer.
A Noiseless Patient Spider
A noiseless patient spider, I mark"d where on a little promontory it stood isolated, Mark"d how to explore the vacant vast surrounding, It launch"d forth filament, filament, filament out of itself, Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.
And you O my soul where you stand, Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of s.p.a.ce, Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them, Till the bridge you will need be form"d, till the ductile anchor hold, Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul.
O Living Always, Always Dying
O living always, always dying!
O the burials of me past and present, O me while I stride ahead, material, visible, imperious as ever; O me, what I was for years, now dead, (I lament not, I am content;) O to disengage myself from those corpses of me, which I turn and look at where I cast them, To pa.s.s on, (O living! always living!) and leave the corpses behind.
To One Shortly to Die
From all the rest I single out you, having a message for you, You are to die-let others tell you what they please, I cannot prevaricate, I am exact and merciless, but I love you-there is no escape for you.
Softly I lay my right hand upon you, you "ust feel it, I do not argue, I bend my head close and half envelop it, I sit quietly by, I remain faithful, I am more than nurse, more than parent or neighbor, I absolve you from all except yourself spiritual bodily, that is eternal, you yourself will surely escape, The corpse you will leave will be but excrement.i.tious.
The sun bursts through in unlooked-for directions, Strong thoughts fill you and confidence, you smile, You forget you are sick, as I forget you are sick, You do not see the medicines, you do not mind the weeping friends, I am with you, I exclude others from you, there is nothing to be commiserated, I do not commiserate, I congratulate you.