Song of Myself Walt Whitman 1 I praise myself and sing about myself. Everything I say will be equally suitable for you, because every atom that belongs to me is also the same. belongs to you. I wander around, inviting my soul to join me. I look down and leisurely observe a blade of summer grass. My tongue and every atom in my blood are made of this soil and this air. I was born here, my parents were born here, and their parents were also born here. I am now thirty-seven years old, and my body Perfectly healthy, he begins to sing and hopes to continue singing until he dies. Ignore dogmas and schools of thought for now, retreat for the time being, and be content with their status quo, but we must never forget that I embrace nature blindly, and I allow myself to talk about nature without any scruples. With my original vitality, no one can stop me. 3 As certain as the most certain things, as upright as the vertical, tethered tightly, firmly braced with beams, strong as a horse, passionate, arrogant, electric, I and this mystery, here we stand. My soul is clear and sweet, and everything that is not my soul is also clear and sweet. 11 Twenty-eight young people were bathing at the beach. All of the twenty-eight young people were very friendly; but twenty-eight years of boudoir life was so lonely. She owned the beautiful house high on the shore, and she was handsome, richly dressed, and hidden behind the curtains. Which of these young people did she like best? Oh, the most plain-looking of them all, she looked the most beautiful. 13 No matter where I move, whether I advance or retreat, there is always a caressor of life in me. I lean over to observe the secluded corners and the younger generations, not missing anyone or anything. I absorb everything into myself. body, for this poem. What do you see in your eyes, the cows that are working hard on the yoke or resting under the shade of the trees? That seemed to me more than I had ever read in my life. During my long day's wandering, my steps startled a flock of wild ducks, who flew together and circled slowly in the sky. I believe in the purpose of these winged beings, and I also admit that the red, yellow, and white colors all play a role in my heart. I think the green, purple, and spherical corollas all have deep meanings, and I don’t think that the turtle is just a It was said to be worthless, for the woodland bird never learned music, but I thought it sang beautifully, and one glance at the sorrel mare made me ashamed of my own clumsiness. 20 I see myself in all men, no more, no less, and what I praise or criticize myself is equally true of them. I know that I am dignified, and I do not want to expend my energy to defend myself or seek people's understanding. I understand the fundamental law and never defend myself. (I think that my behavior is no better than what I used when building a house. The spirit level is more noble.) I live as I am, and that is enough. Even if no one in the world realizes this, I still sit contentedly. Even if everyone in the world realizes it, I am still satisfied. Sitting. There is a world that I am aware of, and to me it is the biggest world, and that is myself. Whether I can get it today or it will take millions of years for me to get everything I deserve, I will get it now. Happy to accept, or equally happy to wait. My footing is connected to the granite. I laugh at your so-called demise. I know how broad time is. 21 I am a poet of the body, and I am also a poet of the soul. I feel the joy of heaven and the pain of hell. I graft the former onto my body and multiply it, and I translate the latter into a new language. I am a poet for men and a poet for women. I say that women are as great as men. I say that nothing can be greater than a person’s mother. I sing of expansion or pride that we have bowed to for long enough, and I point out that grandeur is nothing but the result of development. Have you surpassed them all? Have you become president? That's okay, every one of them will not only catch up to you, but move on. I am the one who walks with the gentle, growing night, and I call upon the earth and the ocean that the night half holds. 24 Walt Whitman, a universe, son of Manhattan, wild, fat, lustful, able to eat, drink, reproduce, not a sentimentalist, not above men and women, or apart from them , neither humble nor presumptuous. Take the lock off the door! Pry the door from its frame too! Anyone who belittles others is belittling me. No matter what they say or do, it ultimately comes down to me. Spirituality surges through me, currents and indicators pass through me. I approve of all kinds of desires and sensuality. Sight, hearing and feeling are all magical. Every part of me and everything attached to me is also a wonder. I am holy inside and out, I sanctify everything I touch or that touches me, the smell in these armpits is a more beautiful fragrance than prayer, this head is better than church, the Bible, and all dogma. More beautiful. I indulge myself, it's all me, everything is so sweet, every moment and everything that happens at any time makes me tremble with joy, I can't tell how my ankles bend, my smallest Where my desire comes from, I cannot tell the origin of the friendship I exude and the reason for the friendship I regain. I walk up my steps, I pause to think if it is true, a morning glory at my window satisfies me more than the philosophy in a book.
Look at the scene at dawn! That little bit of dawn diluted the huge and transparent shadows, and I felt that the air tasted so fresh. 31 I believe that the significance of a blade of grass is no less than the daily work of the stars. An ant, a grain of sand, and a wren egg are all equally perfect. The tree frog is also a meticulous masterpiece of the Creator. Poison can decorate a beautiful house in heaven. And a tiny joint in my hand can defy all machines! A cow grazing with its head bowed is better than any statue. A mouse is a miracle, enough to shock thousands of pagans. 39. That friendly and free-spirited savage, who is he? Is he waiting for civilization? Or has he surpassed it and mastered it? Wherever he went, men and women welcomed him, missed him, and longed for him to love them, touch them, talk to them, and live with them. His actions are as wild as snowflakes, his words are as simple as grass, his hair is never combed, his laughter is endless and innocent, his steps are steady, his face is ordinary, his manners and expressions are ordinary, all these take a new form from his fingers. The tip landed, drifting out together with the scent of his body or his breath, flying from his eyes. 42 I am very aware of my egocentrism, I am aware of my eclectic poetry, and I must never write less. No matter who you are, I will take you to fill myself. This song of mine is not some customary phrases, but a direct question, leaping far and yet closing in. It is a printed and bound book - but what about the printers and the printer's children? ? Those are some beautiful photos—but what about your actual wife and friends nestled in your arms? Heaven is high - but here, or next door, or across the street, history is full of saints and philosophers - but you yourself, preaching, dogma, theology - but the unfathomable human mind So what? What is rationality? What is love? What is life? 46 I walk an eternal journey, (come and hear it!) My signs are a raincoat, a pair of good shoes, and a cane cut from the woods. None of my friends sit in my chair. I have no chair, no church, no philosophy. I do not lead anyone to the table, the library or the stock exchange. I lead only every man and every one of you. The woman led you to a small hill. I put my left hand around your waist, and my right hand pointed at the scenery of various continents and the main road. I can't, and no one else can walk that road for you, you have to walk it yourself. It's not far away, it's reachable. Maybe you have been on that road since you were born, but you just don’t know it, or maybe it exists everywhere on land and water. Dear child! Carrying your clothes and bags, I also carry mine. Let us move forward quickly. We will see wonderful cities and free lands along the way. If you are tired, give me both bags and rest your hand on my body for a while. When the time comes, you will also fulfill the same obligation to me, because once we set off, we will never be able to lie down again. Next rest. Today before dawn, I climbed a hill and looked at the crowded sky. I say to my spirit: Are we fulfilled and fulfilled when we have the joy and knowledge of these planets and all that is in them? My spirit said no, we had only reached that height and had to climb beyond it. You were also asking me a question, and I heard it, and I answered that I could not answer it, that you must find it for yourself. 52 If you can't find me for a while, please still maintain courage. If you don't see me in one place, look for me in another place. I will always be waiting for you somewhere.