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Thursday, August 04, 2005

Walt Whitman: Both in and out of the Game 

Thie lovely poem by Walt Whitman expresses quite effectively the relationship between the shifting world of external events and the unchanging spirit within. It is particularly appropriate for the tumultuous times we are living in.


Trippers and askers surround me (from Song of Myself)

By Walt Whitman
(1819 - 1892)

Trippers and askers surround me,
People I meet, the effect upon me of my early life or the ward and city I live in, or the nation,
The latest dates, discoveries, inventions, societies, authors old and new,
My dinner, dress, associates, looks, compliments, dues,
The real or fancied indifference of some man or woman I love,
The sickness of one of my folks or of myself, or ill-doing or loss or lack of money, or depressions or exaltations,
Battles, the horrors of fratricidal war, the fever of doubtful news, the fitful events;
These come to me days and nights and go from me again,
But they are not the Me myself.
Apart from the pulling and hauling stands what I am,
Stands amused, complacent, compassionate, idle, unitary,
Looks down, is erect, or bends an arm on an impalpable certain rest,
Looking with side-curved head curious what will come next,
Both in and out of the game and watching and wondering at it.
Backward I see in my own days where I sweated through fog with linguists and contenders,
I have no mockings or arguments, I witness and wait.

(from Ivan Granger's www.poetry-chaikhana.com )

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