Thoughts

By Walt Whitman

1. OF the visages of things—And of piercing through          to the accepted hells beneath; Of ugliness—To me there is just as much in it as          there is in beauty—And now the ugliness of          human beings is acceptable to me; Of detected persons—To me, detected persons are          not, in any respect, worse than undetected per-          sons—and are not in any respect worse than I          am myself; Of criminals—To me, any judge, or any juror, is          equally criminal—and any reputable person is          also—and the President is also. 2. OF waters, forests, hills; Of the earth at large, whispering through medium of          me; Of vista—Suppose some sight in arriere, through the          formative chaos, presuming the growth, fulness,          life, now attain’d on the journey; (But I see the road continued, and the journey ever          continued;) Of what was once lacking on earth, and in due time          has become supplied—And of what will yet be          supplied, Because all I see and know, I believe to have purport          in what will yet be supplied. 3. OF persons arrived at high positions, ceremonies,          wealth, scholarships, and the like; To me, all that those persons have arrived at, sinks          away from them, except as it results to their          Bodies and Souls, So that often to me they appear gaunt and naked; And often, to me, each one mocks the others, and          mocks himself or herself, And of each one, the core of life, namely happiness,          is full of the rotten excrement of maggots, And often, to me, those men and women pass unwit-          tingly the true realities of life, and go toward          false realities, And often, to me, they are alive after what custom has          served them, but nothing more, And often, to me, they are sad, hasty, unwaked son-          nambules, walking the dusk. 4. OF ownership—As if one fit to own things could not          at pleasure enter upon all, and incorporate          them into himself or herself; Of Equality—As if it harm’d me, giving others the        same chances and rights as myself—As if it          were not indispensable to my own rights that          others possess the same; Of Justice—As if Justice could be anything but the          same ample law, expounded by natural judges          and saviors, As if it might be this thing or that thing, according          to decisions. 5. As I sit with others, at a great feast, suddenly, while          the music is playing, To my mind, (whence it comes I know not,) spectral,          in mist, of a wreck at sea, Of the flower of the marine science of fifty generations,          founder’d off the Northeast coast, and going          down—Of the steamship Arctic going down, Of the veil’d tableau—Women gather’d together on          deck, pale, heroic, waiting the moment that          draws so close—O the moment! O the huge sob—A few bubbles—the white foam          spirting up—And then the women gone, Sinking there, while the passionless wet flows on—          And I now pondering, Are those women indeed          gone? Are Souls drown’d and destroy’d so? Is only matter triumphant? 6. OF what I write from myself—As if that were not the          resumé; Of Histories—As if such, however complete, were not          less complete than my poems; As if the shreds, the records of nations, could possibly          be as lasting as my poems; As if here were not the amount of all nations, and of          all the lives of heroes. 7. OF obedience, faith, adhesiveness; As I stand aloof and look, there is to me something          profoundly affecting in large masses of men,          following the lead of those who do not believe          in men.

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