TO YOU

mpartyon
None has understood you, but I understand you…!” ~ Walt Whitman

 

WHOEVER you are, I fear you are walking the walks of dreams,
I fear these supposed realities are to melt from under your feet
     and hands,
Even now your features, joys, speech, house, trade, manners,
     troubles, follies, costume, crimes, dissipate away from you,
Your true soul and body appear before me,
They stand forth out of affairs, out of commerce, shops, work,
     farms, clothes, the house, buying, selling, eating, drinking,
     suffering, dying.

Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you, that you be my poem,
I whisper with my lips close to your ear,
I have loved many women and men, but I love none better than you.

O I have been dilatory and dumb,
I should have made my way straight to you long ago,
I should have blabb'd nothing but you, I should have chanted
     nothing but you.

I will leave all and come and make the hymns of you,
None has understood you, but I understand you,
None has done justice to you, you have not done justice to
     yourself,
None but has found you imperfect, I only find no imperfection in
     you,
None but would subordinate you, I only am he who will never consent
     to subordinate you,
I only am he who places over you no master, owner, better, God,
     beyond what waits intrinsically in yourself.

Painters have painted their swarming groups and the centre-figure
     of all,
From the head of the centre-figure spreading a nimbus of gold-
     color'd light,
But I paint myriads of heads, but paint no head without its nimbus
     of gold-color'd light,
From my hand from the brain of every man and woman it streams,
     effulgently flowing forever.

O I could sing such grandeurs and glories about you!
You have not known what your are, you have slumber'd upon yourself
     all your life,
Your eyelids have been the same as closed most of the time,
What you have done returns already in mockeries,
(Your thrift, knowledge, prayers, if they do not return in
     mockeries, what is their return?)

The mockeries are not you,
Underneath them and within them I see you lurk,
I pursue you where none else has pursued you,
Silence, the desk, the flippant expression, the night, the
     accustom'd routine, if these conceal you from others or from
     yourself, they do not conceal you from me,
The shaved face, the unsteady eye, the impure complexion, if these
     balk others they do not balk me,
The pert apparel, the deform'd attitude, drunkenness, greed,
     premature death, all these I part aside.

There is no endowment in man or woman that is not tallied in you,
There is no virtue, no beauty in man or woman, but as good is in
     you,
No pluck, no endurance in others, but as good is in you,
No pleasure waiting for others, but an equal pleasure waits for
     you.


As for me, I give nothing to any one except I give the like
     carefully to you,
I sing the songs of the glory of none, not God, sooner than I sing
the songs of the glory of you.

Whoever you are!  claim your own at any hazard!
These shows of the East and West are tame compared to you,
These immense meadows, these interminable rivers, you are immense
     and interminable as they,
These furies, elements, storms, motions of Nature, throes of
     apparent dissolution, you are he or she who is master or
     mistress over them,
Master or mistress in your own right over Nature, elements, pain,
     passion, dissolution.

The hopples fall from your ankles, you find an unfailing
     sufficiency,
Old or young, male or female, rude, low, rejected by the rest,
     whatever you are promulges itself,
Through birth, life, death, burial, the means are provided, nothing
     is scanted,
Through angers, losses, ambition, ignorance, ennui, what you are
     picks its way.

                                   --Walt Whitman, from Leaves of Grass
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