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Walt Whitman: Song of the Redwood

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Nor yield we mournfully majestic brothers, We who have grandly fill'd our time, With Nature's calm content, with tacit huge delight, We welcome what we wrought for through the past, And leave the field for them. Farewell, my brethren, Farewell, O earth and sky-farewell, ye neighboring waters; My time has ended, my term has come. But the main point of the text still seems to be the pursuit of an ideal America, and less an appreciation of aesthetics. Farewell, my brethren, Farewell, O earth and sky—farewell, ye neighboring waters; My time has ended, my term has come. These but the means, the implements, the standing-ground, I see in you, certain to come, the promise of thousands of years, till now deferr’d, Promis’d, to be fulfill’d, our common kind, the Race. You occult, deep volitions, You average Spiritual Manhood, purpose of all, pois'd on yourself-- giving, not taking law, You Womanhood divine, mistress and source of all, whence life and love, and aught that comes from life and love, You unseen Moral Essence of all the vast materials of America, age upon age, working in Death the same as Life, You that, sometimes known, oftener unknown, really shape and mould the New World, adjusting it to Time and Space, You hidden National Will, lying in your abysms, conceal'd, but ever alert,60 You past and present purposes, tenaciously pursued, may-be unconscious of yourselves, Unswerv'd by all the passing errors, perturbations of the surface; You vital, universal, deathless germs, beneath all creeds, arts, statutes, literatures, Here build your homes for good--establish here--These areas entire, Lands of the Western Shore, We pledge, we dedicate to you. The New Society at last, proportionate to Nature, In Man of you, more than your mountain peaks, or stalwart trees imperial, In Woman more, far more, than all your gold, or vines, or even vital air.

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Walt Whitman poem > Song Of The Redwood

song of the redwood tree walt whitman

The flashing and golden pageant of California! The editor of DayPoems will gladly assist in putting interested parties in contact with the authors. But more in you than these, Lands of the Western Shore! The New Society at last, proportionate to Nature, In Man of you, more than your mountain peaks, or stalwart trees imperial,In Woman more, far more, than all your gold, or vines, or even vital air. For man of you--your characteristic Race, Here may be hardy, sweet, gigantic grow--here tower, proportionate to Nature, Here climb the vast, pure spaces, unconfined, uncheck'd by wall or roof, Here laugh with storm or sun--here joy--here patiently inure, Here heed himself, unfold himself not others' formulas heed --here fill his time,70 To duly fall, to aid, unreck'd at last, To disappear, to serve. The same words a, farewell, with, the, for, you, here, to are repeated. For them predicted long, For a superber Race-they too to grandly fill their time, For them we abdicate-in them ourselves, ye forest kings! Then to a loftier strain, Still prouder, more ecstatic rose the chant, As if the heirs, the deities of the West, Joining with master-tongue bore part. You untold life of me, And all you venerable and innocent joys, Perennial, hardy life of me, with joys, 'mid rain, and many a summer sun, And the white snows, and night, and the wild winds; O the great patient, rugged joys! The choppers heard not-the camp shanties echoed not; The quick-ear'd teamsters, and chain and jack-screw men, heard not, As the wood-spirits came from their haunts of a thousand years, to join the refrain; But in my soul I plainly heard.


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253. Song of the Redwood

song of the redwood tree walt whitman

It made sense; it was a natural extension of the brave, hardworking, democratic, young America he so loved. The flashing and golden pageant of California! Fresh come, to a New World indeed, yet long prepared, I see the Genius of the Modern, child of the Real and Ideal, Clearing the ground for broad humanity, the true America, heir of the past so grand, To build a grander future. Most common keywords Song Of The Redwood-Tree Analysis Walt Whitman critical analysis of poem, review school overview. You are the responsible by these dreams. Farewell, my brethren, Farewell, O earth and sky--farewell, ye neighboring waters; My time has ended, my term has come. Not wan from Asia’s fetishes, Nor red from Europe’s old dynastic slaughter-house, Area of murder-plots of thrones, with scent left yet of wars and scaffolds every where, But come from Nature’s long and harmless throes—peacefully builded thence, These virgin lands—Lands of the Western Shore, To the new Culminating Man—to you, the Empire New, You, promis’d long, we pledge, we dedicate. Whitman was swept up in the fervor of western expansion and manifest destiny like so many of his contemporaries.


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Song of the Redwood

song of the redwood tree walt whitman

Murmuring out of its myriad leaves, Down from its lofty top, rising two hundred feet high, Out of its stalwart trunk and limbs—out of its foot-thick bark, That chant of the seasons and time—chant, not of the past only, but the future. The sudden and gorgeous drama the sunny and ample lands; The long and varied stretch from Puget Sound to Colorado south; Lands bathed in sweeter, rarer, healthier air valleys and mountain cliffs; The fields of Nature long prepared and fallow the silent, cyclic chemistry; The slow and steady ages plodding the unoccupied surface ripening the rich ores forming beneath; At last the New arriving, assuming, taking possession, A swarming and busy race settling and organizing every where; Ships coming in from the whole round world, and going out to the whole world, To India and China and Australia, and the thousand island paradises of the Pacific; Populous cities the latest inventions the steamers on the rivers the railroads with many a thrifty farm, with machinery, And wool, and wheat, and the grape and diggings of yellow gold. You untold life of me, And all you venerable and innocent joys, Perennial hardy life of me with joys 'mid rain and many a summer sun, And the white snows and night and the wild winds; O the great patient rugged joys, my soul's strong joys unreck'd by man, For know I bear the soul befitting me, I too have consciousness, identity, And all the rocks and mountains have, and all the earth, Joys of the life befitting me and brothers mine, Our time, our term has come. A prophecy and indirection a thought impalpable, to breathe, as air; A chorus of dryads, fading, departing or hamadryads departing; A murmuring, fateful, giant voice, out of the earth and sky, Voice of a mighty dying tree in the Redwood forest dense. The sudden and gorgeous drama-the sunny and ample lands; The long and varied stretch from Puget Sound to Colorado south; Lands bathed in sweeter, rarer, healthier air-valleys and mountain cliffs; The fields of Nature long prepared and fallow-the silent, cyclic chemistry; The slow and steady ages plodding-the unoccupied surface ripening-the rich ores forming beneath; At last the New arriving, assuming, taking possession, A swarming and busy race settling and organizing every where; Ships coming in from the whole round world, and going out to the whole world, To India and China and Australia, and the thousand island paradises of the Pacific; Populous cities-the latest inventions-the steamers on the rivers-the railroads-with many a thrifty farm, with machinery, And wool, and wheat, and the grape-and diggings of yellow gold. The New Society at last, proportionate to Nature, In Man of you, more than your mountain peaks, or stalwart trees imperial, In Woman more, far more, than all your gold, or vines, or even vital air.

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Song of the Redwood

song of the redwood tree walt whitman

You occult deep volitions, You average spiritual manhood, purpose of all, pois'd on yourself, giving not taking law, You womanhood divine, mistress and source of all, whence life and love and aught that comes from life and love, You unseen moral essence of all the vast materials of America, age upon age working in death the same as life, You that, sometimes known, oftener unknown, really shape and mould the New World, adjusting it to Time and Space, You hidden national will lying in your abysms, conceal'd but ever alert, You past and present purposes tenaciously pursued, may-be unconscious of yourselves, Unswerv'd by all the passing errors, perturbations of the surface; You vital, universal, deathless germs, beneath all creeds, arts, statutes, literatures, Here build your homes for good, establish here, these areas entire, lands of the Western shore, We pledge, we dedicate to you. No requests for explanation or general short comments allowed. There is a poetic device epiphora at the end of some neighboring lines not is repeated. Then to a loftier strain, Still prouder, more ecstatic rose the chant, As if the heirs, the deities of the West, Joining with master-tongue bore part. Murmuring out of its myriad leaves, Down from its lofty top, rising two hundred feet high, Out of its stalwart trunk and limbs-out of its foot-thick bark, That chant of the seasons and time-chant, not of the past only, but the future. For man of you, your characteristic race, Here may he hardy, sweet, gigantic grow, here tower proportionate to Nature, Here climb the vast pure spaces unconfined, uncheck'd by wall or roof, Here laugh with storm or sun, here joy, here patiently inure, Here heed himself, unfold himself, not others' formulas heed, here fill his time, To duly fall, to aid, unreck'd at last, To disappear, to serve.

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Ecocritical analysis of “song of the redwood

song of the redwood tree walt whitman

Trabalho como Intermediador de Transações Internacionais onde o principais produtos são a madeira e seus derivados industrializados. Sparknotes bookrags the meaning summary overview critique of explanation pinkmonkey. You occult deep volitions, You average spiritual manhood, purpose of all, pois'd on yourself, giving not taking law, You womanhood divine, mistress and source of all, whence life and love and aught that comes from life and love, You unseen moral essence of all the vast materials of America, age upon age working in death the same as life, You that, sometimes known, oftener unknown, really shape and mould the New World, adjusting it to Time and Space, You hidden national will lying in your abysms, conceal'd but ever alert, You past and present purposes tenaciously pursued, may-be unconscious of yourselves, Unswerv'd by all the passing errors, perturbations of the surface; You vital, universal, deathless germs, beneath all creeds, arts, statutes, literatures, Here build your homes for good, establish here, these areas entire, lands of the Western shore, We pledge, we dedicate to you. Fresh come, to a New World indeed, yet long prepared, I see the Genius of the Modern, child of the Real and Ideal, Clearing the ground for broad humanity, the true America, heir of the past so grand, To build a grander future. The new society at last, proportionate to Nature, In man of you, more than your mountain peaks or stalwart trees imperial, In woman more, far more, than all your gold or vines, or even vital air. The choppers heard not the camp shanties echoed not; The quick-ear'd teamsters, and chain and jack-screw men, heard not, As the wood-spirits came from their haunts of a thousand years, to join the refrain; But in my soul I plainly heard. I want, with this, divide a little of my dreams.

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franciscovazbrasil: Song of the Redwood Tree by Walt Whitman

song of the redwood tree walt whitman

Along the northern coast, Just back from the rock-bound shore, and the caves,10 In the saline air from the sea, in the Mendocino country, With the surge for bass and accompaniment low and hoarse, With crackling blows of axes, sounding musically, driven by strong arms, Riven deep by the sharp tongues of the axes--there in the Redwood forest dense, I heard the mighty tree its death-chant chanting. Along the northern coast, Just back from the rock-bound shore and the caves, In the saline air from the sea in the Mendocino country, With the surge for base and accompaniment low and hoarse, With crackling blows of axes sounding musically driven by strong arms, Riven deep by the sharp tongues of the axes, there in the redwood forest dense, I heard the might tree its death-chant chanting. Clearly there is a conflict of time within the text, the movement between nostalgic elegy and utopian idealism. You occult, deep volitions, You average Spiritual Manhood, purpose of all, pois’d on yourself—giving, not taking law, You Womanhood divine, mistress and source of all, whence life and love, and aught that comes from life and love, You unseen Moral Essence of all the vast materials of America, age upon age, working in Death the same as Life, You that, sometimes known, oftener unknown, really shape and mould the New World, adjusting it to Time and Space, You hidden National Will, lying in your abysms, conceal’d, but ever alert, You past and present purposes, tenaciously pursued, may-be unconscious of yourselves, Unswerv’d by all the passing errors, perturbations of the surface; You vital, universal, deathless germs, beneath all creeds, arts, statutes, literatures, Here build your homes for good—establish here—These areas entire, Lands of the Western Shore, We pledge, we dedicate to you. The sudden and gorgeous drama—the sunny and ample lands; The long and varied stretch from Puget Sound to Colorado south; Lands bathed in sweeter, rarer, healthier air—valleys and mountain cliffs; The fields of Nature long prepared and fallow—the silent, cyclic chemistry; The slow and steady ages plodding—the unoccupied surface ripening—the rich ores forming beneath; At last the New arriving, assuming, taking possession, A swarming and busy race settling and organizing every where; Ships coming in from the whole round world, and going out to the whole world, To India and China and Australia, and the thousand island paradises of the Pacific; Populous cities—the latest inventions—the steamers on the rivers—the railroads—with many a thrifty farm, with machinery, And wool, and wheat, and the grape—and diggings of yellow gold. In them these skies and airs these mountain peaks Shasta Nevadas, These huge, precipitous cliffs this amplitude these valleys grand Yosemite, To be in them absorb'd, assimilated.

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Walt Whitman Sings the Song of the Redwoods

song of the redwood tree walt whitman

A prophecy and indirection—a thought impalpable, to breathe, as air; A chorus of dryads, fading, departing—or hamadryads departing; A murmuring, fateful, giant voice, out of the earth and sky, Voice of a mighty dying tree in the Redwood forest dense. Not wan from Asia's fetishes, Nor red from Europe's old dynastic slaughter-house, Area of murder-plots of thrones, with scent left yet of wars and scaffolds every where, But come from Nature's long and harmless throes-peacefully builded thence, These virgin lands-Lands of the Western Shore, To the new Culminating Man-to you, the Empire New, You, promis'd long, we pledge, we dedicate. The sudden and gorgeous drama-the sunny and ample lands; The long and varied stretch from Puget Sound to Colorado south; Lands bathed in sweeter, rarer, healthier air-valleys and mountain cliffs; The fields of Nature long prepared and fallow-the silent, cyclic chemistry; The slow and steady ages plodding-the unoccupied surface ripening- the rich ores forming beneath; At last the New arriving, assuming, taking possession, A swarming and busy race settling and organizing every where; Ships coming in from the whole round world, and going out to the whole world, To India and China and Australia, and the thousand island paradises of the Pacific; Populous cities-the latest inventions-the steamers on the rivers- the railroads-with many a thrifty farm, with machinery, And wool, and wheat, and the grape-and diggings of yellow gold. In them these skies and airs-these mountain peaks-Shasta-Nevadas, These huge, precipitous cliffs-this amplitude-these valleys grand- Yosemite, To be in them absorb'd, assimilated. The sudden and gorgeous drama—the sunny and ample lands; The long and varied stretch from Puget Sound to Colorado south; Lands bathed in sweeter, rarer, healthier air—valleys and mountain cliffs; The fields of Nature long prepared and fallow—the silent, cyclic chemistry; The slow and steady ages plodding—the unoccupied surface ripening—the rich ores forming beneath; At last the New arriving, assuming, taking possession, A swarming and busy race settling and organizing every where; Ships coming in from the whole round world, and going out to the whole world, To India and China and Australia, and the thousand island paradises of the Pacific; Populous cities—the latest inventions—the steamers on the rivers—the railroads—with many a thrifty farm, with machinery, And wool, and wheat, and the grape—and diggings of yellow gold. Not wan from Asia's fetiches, Nor red from Europe's old dynastic slaughter-house, Area of murder-plots of thrones, with scent left yet of wars and scaffolds everywhere, But come from Nature's long and harmless throes, peacefully builded thence, These virgin lands, lands of the Western shore, To the new culminating man, to you, the empire new, You promis'd long, we pledge, we dedicate. The main idea of this Blog is spread the habit of reading.


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Public Domain Poetry

song of the redwood tree walt whitman

Is Whitman arguing that the use of nature as a resource is more valuable to an ideal America than the aesthetic value? If you are like us, you have strong feelings about poetry, and about each poem you read. Comment on this poem, any poem, DayPoems, other poetry places or the art of poetry at. For them predicted long, For a superber Race-they too to grandly fill their time, For them we abdicate-in them ourselves, ye forest kings! This is the source of the first poetry placed on DayPoems. Not wan from Asia's fetishes, Nor red from Europe's old dynastic slaughter-house, Area of murder-plots of thrones, with scent left yet of wars and scaffolds every where, But come from Nature's long and harmless throes-peacefully builded thence, These virgin lands-Lands of the Western Shore, To the new Culminating Man-to you, the Empire New, You, promis'd long, we pledge, we dedicate. Fresh come, to a New World indeed, yet long prepared, I see the Genius of the Modern, child of the Real and Ideal, Clearing the ground for broad humanity, the true America, heir of the past so grand, To build a grander future. Then to a loftier strain, Still prouder, more ecstatic, rose the chant, As if the heirs, the Deities of the West, Joining, with master-tongue, bore part.

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Public Domain Poetry

song of the redwood tree walt whitman

On the initial reading of the poem, I was struck by some of the imagery, both of the landscape and of the activities one was likely to find in the Mendocino forests at the turn of the century. Any requests for publication in other venues must be negotiated separately with the authors. A prophecy and indirection-a thought impalpable, to breathe, as air; A chorus of dryads, fading, departing-or hamadryads departing; A murmuring, fateful, giant voice, out of the earth and sky, Voice of a mighty dying tree in the Redwood forest dense. Then to a loftier strain, Still prouder, more ecstatic, rose the chant, As if the heirs, the Deities of the West, Joining, with master-tongue, bore part. For them predicted long, For a superber Race—they too to grandly fill their time, For them we abdicate—in them ourselves, ye forest kings! The information we provided is prepared by means of a special computer program.

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