Grand is the seen, the light, to me -- grand are the sky and stars, Grand is the earth, and grand are lasting time and space, And grand their laws, so multiform, puzzling, evolutionary; But grander far the unseen soul of me, comprehending, endowing all those, Lighting the light, the sky and stars, delving the earth, sailing the sea, (What were all those, indeed, without thee, unseen soul? of what amount without thee?) More evolutionary, vast, puzzling, O my soul! More multiform far -- more lasting thou than they.
1. Grand is the Seen
Text Authorship:
- by Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892), "Grand is the seen"
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]2. I swear I think
Subtitle: from “To Think of Time”
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I swear I think now that everything without exception has an eternal Soul!
The trees have, rooted in the ground! the weeds of the sea have! the animals!
I swear I think there is nothing but immortality!
That the exquisite scheme is for it, and the nebulous float is for it,
and the cohering is for it;
And all preparation is for it! and identity is for it!
and life and materials are altogether for it!
Text Authorship:
- by Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892), "To think of time", appears in Leaves of Grass
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Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 37-38 of the original text.
Research team for this page: Emily Ezust [Administrator] , Joost van der Linden [Guest Editor]3. Darest thou now, O Soul,
Darest thou now 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, nor 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 dost 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, bound 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 fulfil, O Soul.
Text Authorship:
- by Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892), "Darest thou now O Soul", written 1891, first published 1891
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- GER German (Deutsch) (Bertram Kottmann) , copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Note: the indented lines have been broken off from the preceding lines so that parallel translations will be easier to see. This poem has five stanzas of three lines each.
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