France [the 18th Year of these States]
Walt Whitman
Track 97 on Leaves of Grass
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France [the 18th Year of these States] Lyrics
A great year and place
A harsh discordant natal scream out-sounding, to touch the mother's
heart closer than any yet.
I walk'd the shores of my Eastern sea,
Heard over the waves the little voice,
Saw the divine infant where she woke mournfully wailing, amid the
roar of cannon, curses, shouts, crash of falling buildings,
Was not so sick from the blood in the gutters running, nor from the single
corpses, nor those in heaps, nor those borne away in the tumbrils,
Was not so desperate at the battues of death—was not so shock'd at
repeated fusillades of the guns.
Pale, silent, stern, what could I say to that long-accrued retribution?
Could I wish humanity different?
Could I wish the people made of wood and stone?
Or that there be no justice in destiny or time?
O Liberty! O mate for me!
Here too the blaze, the grape-shot and the axe, in reserve, to fetch
them out in case of need,
Here too, though long represt, can never be destroy'd,
Here too could rise at last murdering and ecstatic,
Here too demanding full arrears of vengeance.
Hence I sign this salute over the sea,
And I do not deny that terrible red birth and baptism,
But remember the little voice that I heard wailing, and wait with
perfect trust, no matter how long,
And from to-day sad and cogent I maintain the bequeath'd cause, as
for all lands,
And I send these words to Paris with my love,
And I guess some chansonniers there will understand them,
For I guess there is latent music yet in France, floods of it,
O I hear already the bustle of instruments, they will soon be
drowning all that would interrupt them,
O I think the east wind brings a triumphal and free march,
It reaches hither, it swells me to Joyful madness,
I will run transpose it in words, to justify
I will yet sing a song for you ma femme.
A harsh discordant natal scream out-sounding, to touch the mother's
heart closer than any yet.
I walk'd the shores of my Eastern sea,
Heard over the waves the little voice,
Saw the divine infant where she woke mournfully wailing, amid the
roar of cannon, curses, shouts, crash of falling buildings,
Was not so sick from the blood in the gutters running, nor from the single
corpses, nor those in heaps, nor those borne away in the tumbrils,
Was not so desperate at the battues of death—was not so shock'd at
repeated fusillades of the guns.
Pale, silent, stern, what could I say to that long-accrued retribution?
Could I wish humanity different?
Could I wish the people made of wood and stone?
Or that there be no justice in destiny or time?
O Liberty! O mate for me!
Here too the blaze, the grape-shot and the axe, in reserve, to fetch
them out in case of need,
Here too, though long represt, can never be destroy'd,
Here too could rise at last murdering and ecstatic,
Here too demanding full arrears of vengeance.
Hence I sign this salute over the sea,
And I do not deny that terrible red birth and baptism,
But remember the little voice that I heard wailing, and wait with
perfect trust, no matter how long,
And from to-day sad and cogent I maintain the bequeath'd cause, as
for all lands,
And I send these words to Paris with my love,
And I guess some chansonniers there will understand them,
For I guess there is latent music yet in France, floods of it,
O I hear already the bustle of instruments, they will soon be
drowning all that would interrupt them,
O I think the east wind brings a triumphal and free march,
It reaches hither, it swells me to Joyful madness,
I will run transpose it in words, to justify
I will yet sing a song for you ma femme.
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- 11.Beginners
- 12.To the States
- 15.Me Imperturbe
- 16.Savantism
- 22.Poets to Come
- 24.Thou Reader
- 26.Song of Myself
- 38.Native Moments
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- 190.As Consequent, Etc.
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- 194.The City Dead-House
- 195.This Compost
- 197.Unnamed Land
- 198.Song of Prudence
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- 206.Laws for Creations
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- 246.Thought-IV
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- 254.The Mystic Trumpeter
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- 259.A Riddle Song
- 260.Excelsior
- 262.Thoughts-V
- 263.Mediums
- 265.Spain, 1873-74
- 268.Old War-Dreams
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- 274.Ashes of Soldiers
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- 278.My Legacy
- 280.Camps of Green
- 283.Joy, Shipmate, Joy!
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- 286.These Carols
- 289.Mannahatta II
- 290.Paumanok
- 291.From Montauk Point
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- 295.A Font of Type
- 297.My Canary Bird
- 300.The First Dandelion
- 302.Memories
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- 307.Halcyon Days
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- 316.Old Salt Kossabone
- 317.The Dead Tenor
- 319.Yonnondio
- 320.Life
- 321.“Going Somewhere”
- 323.True Conquerors
- 326.Thanks in Old Age
- 327.Life and Death
- 331.The Dying Veteran
- 332.Stronger Lessons
- 333.A Prairie Sunset
- 334.Twenty Years
- 336.Twilight
- 339.The Dead Emperor
- 341.The Dismantled Ship
- 343.An Evening Lull
- 347.Lingering Last Drops
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- 355.To the Pending Year
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