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“On the beach at night alone...”
On the beach at night alone,
As the old mother sways her to and fro singing her husky song,
As I watch the bright stars shining, I think a thought of the clef of
the universes and of the future.
A vast similitude interlocks all,
All spheres, grown, ungrown, small, large, suns, moons,
planets,
All distances of place however wide,
All distances of time, all inanimate forms,
All souls, all living bodies though they be ever so different, or in
different worlds,
All gaseous, watery, vegetable, mineral processes, the fishes, the
brutes,
All nations, colors, barbarisms, civilizations, languages,
All identities I hat have existed or may exist on this globe, or any
globe,
All lives and deaths, all of the past, present, future,
This vast similitude spans them, and always has spann'd,
And shall forever span them and compactly hold and enclose
them.
Walt Whitman (31 мая 1819 - 26 марта 1892), 1848.
© Bettmann/CORBIS
Probably 1854. Daguerreotype.
Photographer unknown: probably Gabriel Harrison. Saunders.
Courtesy of the Bayley Collection, Ohio Wesleyan University.
Walt Whitman's friend Dr. Richard Maurice Bucke called this "the Christ likeness," and saw signs here of Whitman's illumination, the "moment this carpenter too became seer ... and he saw and knew the Spirit of God." Bucke believed that "something of this spiritual elevation can still be seen" in this photo.
Walt Whitman, 1875
Photographer Mathew Brady
Walt Whitman, 1883
Unidentified photographer
Albumen silver print, 14.3 cmx10.1 cm
National Portrait Gallery
Audio Recording
This is a 36-second wax cylinder recording of what is thought to be Whitman's voice reading four lines from the poem "America." http://www.whitmanarchive.org/multimedia/index.html
http://www.uspoetry.ru/poets/31/poems/
http://evadrasen.diary.ru/?from=60
http://marinni.livejournal.com/564545.html