{"id":5206,"date":"2012-08-04T13:29:26","date_gmt":"2012-08-04T17:29:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ruralpearl.com\/blog\/?p=5206"},"modified":"2012-08-04T13:29:26","modified_gmt":"2012-08-04T17:29:26","slug":"song-at-sunset-by-walt-whitman","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ruralpearl.com\/blog\/song-at-sunset-by-walt-whitman\/","title":{"rendered":"Song at Sunset by Walt Whitman"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Atchison Sunset, 2010.<\/i><\/p>\n

Song at Sunset<\/b> by Walt Whitman<\/p>\n

Splendor of ended day floating and filling me,
\nHour prophetic, hour resuming the past,
\nInflating my throat, you divine average,
\nYou earth and life till the last ray gleams I sing. <\/p>\n

Open mouth of my soul uttering gladness,
\nEyes of my soul seeing perfection,
\nNatural life of me faithfully praising things,
\nCorroborating forever the triumph of things. <\/p>\n

Illustrious every one!
\nIllustrious what we name space, sphere of unnumber’d spirits,
\nIllustrious the mystery of motion in all beings, even the tiniest insect,
\nIllustrious the attribute of speech, the senses, the body,
\nIllustrious the passing light–illustrious the pale reflection on
\nthe new moon in the western sky,
\nIllustrious whatever I see or hear or touch, to the last. <\/p>\n

Good in all,
\nIn the satisfaction and aplomb of animals,
\nIn the annual return of the seasons,
\nIn the hilarity of youth,
\nIn the strength and flush of manhood,
\nIn the grandeur and exquisiteness of old age,
\nIn the superb vistas of death. <\/p>\n

Wonderful to depart!
\nWonderful to be here!
\nThe heart, to jet the all-alike and innocent blood!
\nTo breathe the air, how delicious!
\nTo speak–to walk–to seize something by the hand!
\nTo prepare for sleep, for bed, to look on my rose-color’d flesh!
\nTo be conscious of my body, so satisfied, so large!
\nTo be this incredible God I am!
\nTo have gone forth among other Gods, these men and women I love. <\/p>\n

Wonderful how I celebrate you and myself
\nHow my thoughts play subtly at the spectacles around!
\nHow the clouds pass silently overhead!
\nHow the earth darts on and on! and how the sun, moon, stars, dart on and on!
\nHow the water sports and sings! (surely it is alive!)
\nHow the trees rise and stand up, with strong trunks, with branches
\nand leaves!
\n(Surely there is something more in each of the trees, some living soul.) <\/p>\n

O amazement of things–even the least particle!
\nO spirituality of things!
\nO strain musical flowing through ages and continents, now reaching
\nme and America!
\nI take your strong chords, intersperse them, and cheerfully pass
\nthem forward. <\/p>\n

I too carol the sun, usher’d or at noon, or as now, setting,
\nI too throb to the brain and beauty of the earth and of all the
\ngrowths of the earth,
\nI too have felt the resistless call of myself. <\/p>\n

As I steam’d down the Mississippi,
\nAs I wander’d over the prairies,
\nAs I have lived, as I have look’d through my windows my eyes,
\nAs I went forth in the morning, as I beheld the light breaking in the east,
\nAs I bathed on the beach of the Eastern Sea, and again on the beach
\nof the Western Sea,
\nAs I roam’d the streets of inland Chicago, whatever streets I have roam’d,
\nOr cities or silent woods, or even amid the sights of war,
\nWherever I have been I have charged myself with contentment and triumph. <\/p>\n

I sing to the last the equalities modern or old,
\nI sing the endless finales of things,
\nI say Nature continues, glory continues,
\nI praise with electric voice,
\nFor I do not see one imperfection in the universe,
\nAnd I do not see one cause or result lamentable at last in the universe. <\/p>\n

O setting sun! though the time has come,
\nI still warble under you, if none else does, unmitigated adoration. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Atchison Sunset, 2010. Song at Sunset by Walt Whitman Splendor of ended day floating and filling me, Hour prophetic, hour resuming the past, Inflating my throat, you divine average, You earth and life till the last ray gleams I sing. Open mouth of my soul uttering gladness, Eyes of my soul seeing perfection, Natural life […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5206","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-inspiration"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ruralpearl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5206","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ruralpearl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ruralpearl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ruralpearl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ruralpearl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5206"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ruralpearl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5206\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5208,"href":"https:\/\/ruralpearl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5206\/revisions\/5208"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ruralpearl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5206"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ruralpearl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5206"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ruralpearl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5206"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}