Realities

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Title:     Realities
Author: Walt Whitman [More Titles by Whitman]

1.

As I walk, solitary, unattended,

Around me I hear that _eclat_ of the world--politics, produce,

The announcements of recognised things--science,

The approved growth of cities, and the spread of inventions.

I see the ships, (they will last a few years,)

The vast factories, with their foremen and workmen,

And hear the endorsement of all, and do not object to it.

 

2.

But I too announce solid things;

Science, ships, politics, cities, factories, are not nothing--they serve,

They stand for realities--all is as it should be.

 

3.

Then my realities;

What else is so real as mine?

Libertad, and the divine Average-Freedom to every slave on the face of the earth,

The rapt promises and _lumine_[1] of seers--the spiritual world--these centuries-lasting songs,

And our visions, the visions of poets, the most solid announcements of any.

For we support all,

After the rest is done and gone, we remain,

There is no final reliance but upon us;

Democracy rests finally upon us, (I, my brethren, begin it,)

And our visions sweep through eternity.

 

[Footnote 1: I suppose Whitman gets this odd word _lumine_, by a process of his own, out of _illuminati_, and intends it to stand for what would be called clairvoyance, intuition.]

[The end]
Walt Whitman's poem: Realities

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