Poets to come! Orators, singers, musicians to come!
Not to-day is to justify me and answer what I am for,
but you, a new brood, native, athletic, continental, greater than before known,
Arouse! For you must justify me.
I myself but write one or two indicative words for the future,
I but advance a moment only to wheel and hurry back in the darkness,
I am a man who, sauntering along without fully stopping, turns a casual look upon you
And then averts his face,
Leaving it to you to prove and define it,
Expecting the main things from you.
Walt Whitman
Come, I will make the continent indissoluble,
I will make the most splendid race the sun ever shone upon,
I will make divine magnetic lands,
With the love of comrades,
Whit the life-long love of comra...
One's-self I sing, a simple separate person,
Yet utter the word Democratic, the word En. Masse.
Of physiology from top to toe I sing,
Not physiognomy alone nor brain alone is worthy
for the Muse, I s...
Tu lettore, palpiti di vita, orgoglio, amore, al pari di me,
siano dunque per te i canti che seguono.