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1 de jun. de 2023 · Song of the Open Road, 15. Walt Whitman. 1819 –. 1892. Allons! the road is before us! It is safe—I have tried it—my own feet have tried it well—be not detain'd! Let the paper remain on the desk unwritten, and the book on the shelf unopen'd! Let the tools remain in the workshop! let the money remain unearn'd!
The road also becomes symbolic of the world which becomes receptive of all people-rich or poor, black or white, sick or healthy, literate or illiterate. The open road symbolizing the world is not only contained in the present. It is the eternal link of the past, the present and the future. The open road embraces everyone that comes to it, be it:
AFOOT and light-hearted, I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path before me, leading wherever I choose. Henceforth I ask not good-fortune--I myself am good fortune; Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing, Strong and content, I travel the open road.
10 de jun. de 2023 · Song of the Open Road, 5. Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds that would hold me. The east and the west are mine, and the north and the south are mine. I did not know I held so much goodness. Whoever accepts me he or she shall be blessed and shall bless me.
12 de jul. de 2021 · I’ll be using the 1856 version of “Song of the Open Road,” because in general Whitman’s earlier versions are more spontaneous—more, well, Whitmanesque.) It’s a longish poem of fifty-seven sections (though nowhere near the 372 sections of “Song of Myself”). For this post, I want to hang out with “Song of the Open Road.”
1 AFOOT and light-hearted, I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path before me, leading wherever I choose. Henceforth I ask not good-fortune-I myself am good fortune; Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing, Strong and content, I travel the open road.
1 de jun. de 2023 · Song of the Open Road, 6. Walt Whitman. 1819 –. 1892. Now if a thousand perfect men were to appear it would not amaze me, Now if a thousand beautiful forms of women appear'd it would not astonish me. Now I see the secret of the making of the best persons, It is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth.
