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An Excerpt From Whitman's "Song Of The Open Road"

THE SONG OF THE OPEN ROAD
WALT WHITMAN, 1852, Published in Leaves Of Grass 1856
1
Afoot and light -hearted I take to the open road
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.

Henceforth, I ask not good-fortune, I myself am my good-fortune,
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms,
Strong and content I travel the open road.
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Here the profound lesson of reception, nor preference nor denial,
The black with his wooly head, the felon, the diseas’d, the illiterate person are not denied;
The birth, the hasting after the physician, the beggar’s tramp, the drunkard’s stagger, the laughing party of mechanics,
The escaped youth, the rich person’s carriage, the fop, the eloping couple,
The early market man, the hearse, the moving of furniture into the town, the return back from town,
They pass, I also pass any thing passes, none can be interdicted,
None but are accepted, none be but shall be dear to me.
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14
Allons! Through struggles and wars!
The goal that was named cannot be countermanded.
Have the past struggles succeeded?
What has succeeded? yourself? your nation? Nature?
Now understand me well – it is provided in the essence of things that
from any fruition of success, no matter what, shall
come forth something to make a greater struggle
necessary.

My call is the call of battle, I nourish active rebellion,
He is going with me must go well armed,
He is going with me goes often with spare diet, poverty, angry enemies, desertions.

15
Allons! the road is before us!
It is safe – I have tried it – my own feet have tried it well – be not detain’d!
Let the paper remain on the desk unwritten, and the book on the shelf unopen’d!
Let the tools remain in the workshop! let the money remain unearn’d!
Let the school stand! mind not the cry of the teacher!
Let the preacher preach in his pulpit! let the lawyer plead in the court, and the judge expound the law.

Camerado! I give you my hand!
I give you my love more precious than money,
I give you myself before preaching or law;
Will you give me yourself? will you come travel with me?
Shall we stick by each other as long as we live?



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