But I do not undertake to define thee
Sacred shape of the bearer of daughters and sons,
Out of thy teeming womb thy giant babes in ceaseless
procession issuing,
Acceding from such gestation, taking and giving continual
strength and life,
World of the real&emdash;world of the twain in one,
World of the soul, born by the world of the real alone, led to
identity, body, by it alone, Yet in beginning only, incalculable masses of composite
precious materials,
By history’s cycles forwarded, by every nation, language,
hither sent,
Ready, collected here, a freer, vast, electric world, to be
constructed here,
(The true New World, the world of orbic science, morals,
literatures to come,)
Thou wonder world yet undefined, unform’d, neither do I
define thee,
How can I pierce the impenetrable blank of the future?
I feel thy ominous greatness evil as well as good,
I watch thee advancing, absorbing the present, transcending
the past,
I see thy light lighting, and thy shadow shadowing, as if the
entire globe,
But I do not undertake to define thee, hardly to comprehend
thee,
I but thee name, thee prophesy, as now,
I merely thee ejaculate!
Thee in thy future,
Thee in thy only permanent life, career, thy own unloosen’d
mind, thy soaring spirit,
Thee as another equally needed sun, radiant, ablaze, swift-
moving, fructifying all,
Thee risen in potent cheerfulness and joy, in endless great
hilarity,
Scattering for good the cloud that hung so long, that weigh’d
so long upon the mind of man,
The doubt, suspicion, dread, of gradual, certain decadence of
man;
Thee in thy larger, saner brood of female, male&emdash;thee in
thy athletes, moral, spiritual, South, North, West,
East,
(To thy immortal breasts, Mother of All, thy every daughter,
son, endear’d alike, forever equal,)
Thee in thy own musicians, singers, artists, unborn yet, but
certain,
Thee in Cheap Louis Vuitton Handbags and Cheap louis Vuitton Bags
Processing your request, Please wait....
