The cheating look, the frivolous word, the adulterous wish, not wanting. These and all else were to me the same as they are to you. Was wayward, vain, greedy, shallow, sly, cowardly, malignant; The wolf, the snake, the hog, not wanting in me. Or as small as we like, or both great and small. The round masts, the swinging motion of the hulls, the slender serpentine pennants. A sonnet stands tall where the ungoverned waters of literature meet the strict land of law. The white wake left by the passage, the quick tremulous whirl of the wheels. Crowds of men and women attired in the usual costumes, how curious you are to me! The certainty of others, the life, love, sight, hearing of others. Gorgeous clouds of the sunset! I see you face to face! "CROSSING BROOKLYN FERRY" "Crossing Brooklyn Ferry" has long been regarded as one of Walt Whitman 's greatest poems. In my walks home late at night, or as I lay in my bed, they came upon me. Just as you stand and lean on the rail, yet hurry with the swift current, I stood yet was hurried. Crossing Brooklyn Ferry by Walt Whitman | Poetry Foundation What I promis’d without mentioning it, have you not accepted? https://crossingbrooklynferrywaltwhitman.weebly.com/symbols.html I too lived—Brooklyn, of ample hills, was mine;I too walk'd the streets of Manhattan Island, and bathed in the waters around it; I too felt the curious abrupt questionings stir within me, In the day, among crowds of people, sometimes they came upon me, In my walks home late at night, or as I lay in my bed, they came upon me. What the study could not teach—what the preaching could not accomplish is accomplish’d, is it not? Not a few races, nor a few generations, nor a few centuries; It is that each came, or comes, or shall come, from its due emission. I consider’d long and seriously of you before you were born. J.R. LeMaster and Donald D. Kummings, eds., Walt Whitman: An Encyclopedia (New York: Garland Publishing, 1998), reproduced by permission. loudly and musically call me by my nighest name! 2. Keep your places, objects than which none else is more lasting. Play'd the part that still looks back on the actor or actress. I see you also face to face. sun there half an hour high! Look'd at the fine centrifugal spokes of light around the shape of my head in the sun-lit water. loudly and musically call me by my nighest name! Was one with the rest, the days and haps of the rest. Who knows but I am enjoying this? The similitudes of the past and those of the future. The sailors at work in the rigging, or out astride the spars. Casting their flicker of black contrasted with wild red and yellow light over the tops of houses, and down into the clefts of streets. Throb, baffled and curious brain! The best I had done seem’d to me blank and suspicious. Ah, what can ever be more stately and admirable to me than mast-hemm’d Manhattan? On the ferry-boats, the hundreds and hundreds that Who was to know what should come home to me? 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. But I was Manhattanese, friendly and proud! cast black shadows at nightfall! throw out questions and answers! loudly and musically call me by my nighest name! F LOOD-TIDE below me! Crossing Brooklyn Ferry by Walt Whitman poem text and resources. I was call'd by my nighest name by clear loud voices of young men as they saw me approaching or passing, Felt their arms on my neck as I stood, or the negligent leaning of their flesh against me as I sat, Saw many I loved in the street, or ferry-boat, or public assembly, yet never told them a word, Lived the same life with the rest, the same old laughing, gnawing, sleeping,Play'd the part that still looks back on the actor or actress, The same old role, the role that is what we make it, as great as we like, Or as small as we like, or both great and small. “Crossing Brooklyn Ferry” is a poem that brings to its appearance differences that will never coexist. What thought you have of me, I had as much of you—I laid in my stores in advance; I consider'd long and seriously of you before you were born.

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