# Leaves of Grass (1860)/Proto-Leaf

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Proto-Leaf.
1.Free, fresh, savage,
Fluent, luxuriant, self-content, fond of persons and places, Fond of fish-shape Paumanok, where I was born, Fond of the sea—lusty-begotten and various,
Boy of the Mannahatta, the city of ships, my city,
Or raised inland, or of the south savannas,
Or full-breath'd on Californian air, or Texan or Cuban air,
Tallying, vocalizing all—resounding Niagara— resounding Missouri,
Or rude in my home in Kanuck woods, Or wandering and hunting, my drink water, my diet meat, Or withdrawn to muse and meditate in some deep recess, Far from the clank of crowds, an interval passing, rapt and happy,
Stars, vapor, snow, the hills, rocks, the Fifth Month flowers, my amaze, my love,
Aware of the buffalo, the peace-herds, the bull, strong-breasted and hairy, Aware of the mocking-bird of the wilds at daybreak,
Solitary, singing in the west, I strike up for a new world.
2.Victory, union, faith, identity, time, the Soul, yourself, the present and future lands, the indissoluble compacts, riches, mystery, eternal progress, the kosmos, and the modern reports.
3.This then is life,
Here is what has come to the surface after so many throes and convulsions.
4.How curious! How real!
Underfoot the divine soil—Overhead the sun.
5.See, revolving,
The globe—the ancestor-continents, away, grouped together,
The present and future continents, north and south, with the isthmus between.
6.See, vast, trackless spaces,
As in a dream, they change, they swiftly fill,
Countless masses debouch upon them,
They are now covered with the foremost people, arts, institutions known.
7. See projected, through time.
For me, an audience interminable.
8.With firm and regular step they wend—they never stop, Successions of men, Americanos, a hundred millions, One generation playing its part and passing on, And another generation playing its part and passing on in its turn, With faces turned sideways or backward toward me to listen, With eyes retrospective toward me.
9.Americanos! Masters! Marches humanitarian! Foremost! Century marches! Libertad! Masses! For you a programme of chants.
10.Chants of the prairies, Chants of the long-running Mississippi, Chants of Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, Wisconsin, Iowa, and Minnesota, Inland chants—chants of Kanzas, Chants away down to Mexico, and up north to Oregon—Kanadian chants, Chants of teeming and turbulent cities—chants of mechanics, Yankee chants—Pennsylvanian chants—chants of Kentucky and Tennessee, Chants of dim-lit mines—chants of mountain-tops, Chants of sailors—chants of the Eastern Sea and the Western Sea, Chants of the Mannahatta, the place of my dearest love, the place surrounded by hurried and sparkling currents. Health chants—joy chants—robust chants of young men,
Chants inclusive—wide reverberating chants, Chants of the Many In One.
11.In the Year 80 of The States, My tongue, every atom of my blood, formed from this soil, this air, Born here of parents born here, From parents the same, and their parents' parents the same, I, now thirty-six years old, in perfect health, begin, Hoping to cease not till death.
12.Creeds and schools in abeyance, Retiring back a while, sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten, With accumulations, now coming forward in front, Arrived again, I harbor, for good or bad—I permit to speak, Nature, without check, with original energy.
13.Take my leaves, America! Make welcome for them everywhere, for they are your own offspring; Surround them, East and West! for they would surround you, And you precedents! connect lovingly with them, for they connect lovingly with you.
14.I conned old times, I sat studying at the feet of the great masters; Now, if eligible, O that the great masters might return and study me!
15. In the name of These States, shall I scorn the antique? Why These are the children of the antique, to justify it.   16.Dead poets, philosophs, priests, Martyrs, artists, inventors, governments long since, Language-shapers, on other shores, Nations once powerful, now reduced, withdrawn, or desolate, I dare not proceed till I respectfully credit what you have left, wafted hither, I have perused it—I own it is admirable, I think nothing can ever be greater—Nothing can ever deserve more than it deserves; I regard it all intently a long while, Then take my place for good with my own day and race here.
17.Here lands female and male, Here the heirship and heiress-ship of the world— Here the flame of materials, Here Spirituality, the translatress, the openly-avowed, The ever-tending, the finale of visible forms, The satisfier, after due long-waiting, now advancing, Yes, here comes the mistress, the Soul.
18.The Soul! Forever and forever—Longer than soil is brown and solid—Longer than water ebbs and flows.
19.I will make the poems of materials, for I think they are to be the most spiritual poems,
And I will make the poems of my body and of mortality,
For I think I shall then supply myself with the poems of my Soul and of immortality.
20.I will make a song for These States, that no one State may under any circumstances be subjected to another State,
And I will make a song that there shall be comity by day and by night between all The States, and between any two of them,
And I will make a song of the organic bargains of These States—And a shrill song of curses on him who would dissever the Union;
And I will make a song for the ears of the President, full of weapons with menacing points,
And behind the weapons countless dissatisfied faces.   21.I will acknowledge contemporary lands,
I will trail the whole geography of the globe, and salute courteously every city large and small;
And employments! I will put in my poems, that with you is heroism, upon land and sea—And I will report all heroism from an American point of view;
And sexual organs and acts! do you concentrate in me—For I am determined to tell you with courageous clear voice, to prove you illustrious.
22.I will sing the song of companionship,
I will show what alone must compact These,
I believe These are to found their own ideal of man!; love, indicating it in me;
I will therefore let flame from me the burning fires that were threatening to consume me,
I will lift what has too long kept down those smouldering fires, I will give them complete abandonment,
I will write the evangel-poem of comrades and of love,
(For who but I should understand love, with all its sorrow and joy?
And who but I should be the poet of comrades?)
23. I am the credulous man of qualities, ages, races,
I advance from the people en-masse in their own spirit,
Here is what sings unrestricted faith.
24. Omnes! Omnes!
Let others ignore what they may,
I make the poem of evil also—I commemorate that part also,
I am myself just as much evil as good—And I say there is in fact no evil,
Or if there is, I say it is just as important to you, to the earth, or to me, as anything else.
25.I too, following many, and followed by many, inaugurate a Religion—I too go to the wars,
It may be I am destined to utter the loudest cries thereof, the conqueror's shouts,
They may rise from me yet, and soar above every thing.
26. Each is not for its own sake,
I say the whole earth, and all the stars in the sky, are for Religion's sake.
27. I say no man has ever been half devout enough, None has ever adored or worship'd half enough, None has begun to think how divine he himself is, and how certain the future is.
28. I specifically announce that the real and permanent grandeur of These States must be their Religion, Otherwise there is no real and permanent grandeur.
29. What are you doing, young man?
Are you so earnest—so given up to literature, science, art, amours?
These ostensible realities, materials, points?
Your ambition or business, whatever it may be?
30. It is well—Against such I say not a word—I am their poet also;
But behold! such swiftly subside—burnt up for Religion's sake,
For not all matter is fuel to heat, impalpable flame, the essential life of the earth,
Any more than such are to Religion.
31. What do you seek, so pensive and silent?
What do you need, comrade?
Mon cher! do you think it is love?
32. Proceed, comrade,
It is a painful thing to love a man or woman to excess—yet it satisfies—it is great,
But there is something else very great—it makes the whole coincide,
It, magnificent, beyond materials, with continuous hands, sweeps and provides for all.
33. I see the following poems are indeed to drop in the earth the germs of a greater Religion.
34. My comrade!
For you, to share with me, two greatnesses—And a third one, rising inclusive and more resplendent,
The greatness of Love and Democracy—and the greatness of Religion.
35.Melange mine!
Mysterious ocean where the streams empty,
Prophetic spirit of materials shifting and flickering around me,
Wondrous interplay between the seen and unseen,
Living beings, identities, now doubtless near us, in the air, that we know not of,
Extasy everywhere touching and thrilling me,
Contact daily and hourly that will not release me,
These selecting—These, in hints, demanded of me.
36. Not he, adhesive, kissing me so long with his daily kiss,
Has winded and twisted around me that which holds me to him,
Any more than I am held to the heavens, to the spiritual world,
And to the identities of the Gods, my unknown lovers,
After what they have done to me, suggesting such themes.
37.O such themes! Equalities!
O amazement of things! O divine average!
O warblings under the sun—ushered, as now, or at noon, or setting!
O strain, musical, flowing through ages—now reaching hither,
I take to your reckless and composite chords—I add to them, and cheerfully pass them forward.
38.As I have walked in Alabama my morning walk,
I have seen where the she-bird, the mocking-bird, sat on her nest in the briers, hatching her brood,
39.I have seen the he-bird also,
I have paused to hear him, near at hand, inflating his throat, and joyfully singing.
40.And while I paused, it came to me that what he really sang for was not there only,
Nor for his mate nor himself only, nor all sent back by the echoes,
But subtle, clandestine, away beyond,
A charge transmitted, and gift occult, for those being born.
41.Democracy!
Near at hand to you a throat is now inflating itself and joyfully singing.
42.Ma femme!
For the brood beyond us and of us,
For those who belong here, and those to come,
I, exultant, to be ready for them, will now shake out carols stronger and haughtier than have ever yet been heard upon the earth.
43.I will make the songs of passions, to give them their way.
And your songs, offenders—for I scan you with kindred eyes, and carry you with me the same as any.
44.I will make the true poem of riches,
Namely, to earn for the body and the mind, what adheres, and goes forward, and is not dropt by death.
45.I will effuse egotism, and show it underlying all— and I will be the bard of Personality;
And I will show of male and female that either is but the equal of the other.
And I will show that there is no imperfection in male or female, or in the earth, or in the present— and can be none in the future.
And I will show that whatever happens to anybody, it may be turned to beautiful results—And I will show that nothing can happen more beautiful than death;
And I will thread a thread through my poems that no one thing in the universe is inferior to another thing. And that all the things of the universe are perfect miracles, each as profound as any.
46. I will not make poems with reference to parts,
But I will make leaves, poems, poemets, songs, says, thoughts, with reference to ensemble;
And I will not sing with reference to a day, but with reference to all days,
And I will not make a poem, nor the least part of a poem, but has reference to the Soul,
Because, having looked at the objects of the universe, I find there is no one, nor any particle of one, but has reference to the Soul.
47.Was somebody asking to see the Soul?
See! your own shape and countenance—persons, substances, beasts, the trees, the running rivers, the rocks and sands.
48.All hold spiritual joys, and afterward loosen them. How can the real body ever die, and be buried?
49.Of your real body, and any man's or woman's real body, item for item, it will elude the hands of the corpse-cleaners, and pass to fitting spheres, carrying what has accrued to it from the moment of birth to the moment of death.
50.Not the types set up by the printer return their impression, the meaning, the main concern, any more than a man's substance and life, or a woman's substance and life, return in the body and the Soul, indifferently before death and after death.
51.Behold! the body includes and is the meaning, the main concern—and includes and is the Soul;
Whoever you are! how superb and how divine is your body, or any part of it.
52.Whoever you are! to you endless announcements.
53.Daughter of the lands, did you wait for your poet?
Did you wait for one with a flowing mouth and indicative hand?
54.Toward the male of The States, and toward the female of The States,
Toward the President, the Congress, the diverse Governors, the new Judiciary,
Live words—words to the lands.
55. O the lands!
Lands scorning invaders! Interlinked, food-yielding lands!
Land of coal and iron! Land of gold! Lands of cotton, sugar, rice!
Odorous and sunny land! Floridian land!
Land of the spinal river, the Mississippi! Land of the Alleghanies! Ohio's land!
Land of wheat, beef, pork! Land of wool and hemp! Land of the potato, the apple, and the grape! Land of the pastoral plains, the grass-fields of the world! Land of those sweet-aired interminable plateaus! Land there of the herd, the garden, the healthy house of adobie! Land there of rapt thought, and of the realization of the stars! Land of simple, holy, untamed lives!
Lands where the northwest Columbia winds, and where the southwest Colorado winds!
Land of the Chesapeake! Land of the Delaware!
Land of Ontario, Erie, Huron, Michigan!
Land of the Old Thirteen! Massachusetts land! Land of Vermont and Connecticut!
Land of many oceans! Land of sierras and peaks!
Land of boatmen and sailors! Fishermen's land!
Inextricable lands! the clutched together! the passionate lovers!
The side by side! the elder and younger brothers! the bony-limbed!
The great women's land! the feminine! the experienced sisters and the inexperienced sisters!
Far breath'd land! Arctic braced! Mexican breezed! the diverse! the compact!
The Pennsylvanian! the Virginian! the double Carolinian!
O all and each well-loved by me! my intrepid nations! O I cannot be discharged from you!
O Death! for all that, I am yet of you, unseen, this hour, with irrepressible love,
Walking New England, a friend, a traveller,
Splashing my bare feet in the edge of the summer ripples, on Paumanok's sands.
Crossing the prairies—dwelling again in Chicago— dwelling in many towns,
Observing shows, births, improvements, structures,
arts,
Listening to the orators and the oratresses in public halls,
Of and through The States, as during life— each man and woman my neighbor,
The Louisianian, the Georgian, as near to me, and I as near to him and her,
The Mississippian and Arkansian—the woman and man of Utah, Dakotah, Nebraska, yet with me —and I yet with any of them,
Yet upon the plains west of the spinal river—yet in my house of adobie, Yet returning eastward—yet in the Sea-Side State, or in Maryland,
Yet a child of the North—yet Kanadian, cheerily braving the winter—the snow and ice welcome to me,
Yet a true son either of Maine, or of the Granite State, or of the Narragansett Bay State, or of the Empire State,
Yet sailing to other shores to annex the same—yet welcoming every new brother,
Hereby applying these leaves to the new ones, from the hour they unite with the old ones,
Coming among the new ones myself, to be their companion—coming personally to you now,
Enjoining you to acts, characters, spectacles, with me.
56. With me, with firm holding—yet haste, haste on.
57. For your life, adhere to me,
Of all the men of the earth, I only can unloose you and toughen you,
I may have to be persuaded many times before I consent to give myself to you—but what of that?
Must not Nature be persuaded many times?
58. No dainty dolce affettuoso I;
Bearded, sunburnt, gray-necked, forbidding, I have arrived,
To be wrestled with as I pass, for the solid prizes of the universe,
For such I afford whoever can persevere to win them.
59. On my way a moment I pause,
Here for you! And here for America!
Still the Present I raise aloft—Still the Future of The States I harbinge, glad and sublime,
And for the Past I pronounce what the air holds of the red aborigines.
60. The red aborigines!
Leaving natural breaths, sounds of rain and winds, calls as of birds and animals in the woods, syllabled to us for names,
Okonee, Koosa, Ottawa, Monongahela, Sauk, Natchez, Chattahoochee, Kaqueta, Oronoco.
Wabash, Miami, Saginaw, Chippewa, Oshkosh, Walla- Walla,
Leaving such to The States, they melt, they depart, charging the water and the land with names.
61. O expanding and swift! O henceforth,
Elements, breeds, adjustments, turbulent, quick, and audacious,
A world primal again—Vistas of glory, incessant and branching,
A new race, dominating previous ones, and grander far, New politics—New literatures and religions—New inventions and arts.
62. These! These, my voice announcing—I will sleep no more, but arise;
You oceans that have been calm within me! how I feel you, fathomless, stirring, preparing unprecedented waves and storms.
63. See! steamers steaming through my poems!
See, in my poems immigrants continually coming and landing;
See, in arriere, the wigwam, the trail, the hunter's hut, the flat-boat, the maize-leaf, the claim, the rude fence, and the backwoods village;
See, on the one side the Western Sea, and on the other side the Eastern Sea, how they advance and retreat upon my poems, as upon their own shores;
See, pastures and forests in my poems—See, animals, wild and tame—See, beyond the Kanzas, countless herds of buffalo, feeding on short curly grass;
See, in my poems, old and new cities, solid, vast, inland, with paved streets, with iron and stone edifices, and ceaseless vehicles, and commerce;
See the populace, millions upon millions, handsome, tall, muscular, both sexes, clothed in easy and dignified clothes—teaching, commanding, marrying, generating, equally electing and elective;
See, the many-cylinder'd steam printing-press—See, the electric telegraph—See, the strong and quick locomotive, as it departs, panting, blowing the steam-whistle;
See, ploughmen, ploughing farms—See, miners, digging mines—See, the numberless factories;
See, mechanics, busy at their benches, with tools— See from among them, superior judges, philosophs, Presidents, emerge, dressed in working dresses;
See, lounging through the shops and fields of The States, me, well-beloved, close-held by day and night,
Hear the loud echo of my songs there! Read the hints come at last.
64.O my comrade!
O you and me at last—and us two only;
O power, liberty, eternity at last!
O to be relieved of distinctions! to make as much of vices as virtues!
O to level occupations and the sexes! O to bring all to common ground! O adhesiveness!
O the pensive aching to be together—you know not why, and I know not why.
65.O a word to clear one's path ahead endlessly!
O something extatic and undemonstrable! O music wild! O now I triumph—and you shall also;
O hand in hand—O wholesome pleasure—O one more desirer and lover,
O haste, firm holding—haste, haste on, with me.