Maybe This Can Be the July August Poem ?

And so like double issues of magazines or folks on summer hiatus, perhaps I can learn just this poem for the rest of the hot, hot summer. In fact it is hardly a meager endeavor. Walt Whitman in his centennial celbration in Brookyn was the inpetus for this poem, in fact only a portion of Leaves Of Grass.

My duaghter believes I can learn it. I don’t even know the opener and we are a week into this month of Independence. My other choice for the rest of the summer was to relearn or review what I learned already. I came to the realization that I only firmly have June and January in my head. I know it is not a function of the J months as I have done no sticking in JJJJJJ July.

So here it is. The format is wonky and I will have to reenter it but for now, in the heat, waitng for the rain  . . .

20—Faith Poem.

From Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman

I NEED no assurances—I am a man who is

pre-occupied of his own soul;

I do not doubt that whatever I know at a given

time, there waits for me more which I do not

know;

I do not doubt that from under the feet, and beside

the hands and face I am cognizant of, are

now looking faces I am not cognizant of —

calm and actual faces;

I do not doubt but the majesty and beauty of the

world is latent in any iota of the world;

I do not doubt there are realizations I have

no idea of, waiting for me through time

and through the universes—also upon this

earth;

I do not doubt I am limitless, and that the uni-

verses are limitless—in vain I try to think

how limitless;

I do not doubt that the orbs, and the systems of

orbs, play their swift sports through the air

on purpose—and that I shall one day be

eligible to do as much as they, and more than

they;

I do not doubt there is far more in trivialities,

insects, vulgar persons, slaves, dwarfs, weeds,

rejected refuse, than I have supposed;

I do not doubt there is more in myself than I have

supposed—and more in all men and women

—and more in my poems than I have

supposed;

I do not doubt that temporary affairs keep on and

on, millions of years;

I do not doubt interiors have their interiors, and

exteriors have their exteriors—and that the

eye-sight has another eye-sight, and the hear-

ing another hearing, and the voice another

voice;

I do not doubt that the passionately-wept deaths

of young men are provided for—and that the

deaths of young women, and the deaths of

little children, are provided for;

I do not doubt that wrecks at sea, no matter

what the horrors of them—no matter whose

wife, child, husband, father, lover, has gone

down—are provided for, to the minutest

point;

I do not doubt that shallowness, meanness, malig-

nance, are provided for;

I do not doubt that cities, you, America, the

remainder of the earth, politics, freedom,

degradations, are carefully provided for;

I do not doubt that whatever can possibly happen,

any where, at any time, is provided for, in

the inherences of things.

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One response to “Maybe This Can Be the July August Poem ?

  1. Not doubting is different from believing.

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