Walt Whitman Wednesday: “Darest Thou Now O Soul”

Darest thou O soul,
Walk out with me toward the unknown region,
Where neither ground is for the feet nor any path to follow?

No map there, no guide,
Nor voice sounding, nor touch of human hand,
Nor face with blooming flesh, nor lips, nor eyes, are in that land.

I know it not O soul,
Nor does thou, all is a blank before us,
All waits undream’d of in that region, that inaccessible land.

Till when the ties loosen,
All but the ties eternal, Time and Space,
Nor darkness, gravitation, sense, nor any bounds bounding us.

Then we burst forth, we float,
In Time and Space O soul, prepared for them,
Equal, equipt at last, (O joy! O fruit of all!) them to fulfill O soul.

—Walt Whitman, “Darest Thou Now O Soul,” Leaves of Grass

Walt Whitman Wednesday: “Sometimes With One I Love”

Sometimes with one I love I fill myself with rage for fear I effuse unreturn’d love,
But now I think there is no unreturn’d love, the pay is certain one way or another,
(I loved a certain person ardently and my love was not return’d,
Yet out of that I have written these songs.

—Walt Whitman, “Sometimes With One I Love,” Leaves of Grass

Walt Whitman Wednesday: “O You Whom I Often and Silently Come”

O you whom I often and silently come where you are that I may be with you,
As I walk by your side or sit near, or remain in the same room with you,
Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing within me.

—Walt Whitman, “O You Whom I Often and Silently Come,” Leaves of Grass