I mention earlier from an earlier post that I love music. Anything that deals with music I am drawn to. How it first starts off I was immediately drawn to it.
FIRST, O songs, for a prelude,
Lightly strike on the stretch’d tympanum, pride and joy in my city,
How she led the rest to arms–how she gave the cue,
How at once with lithe limbs, unwaiting a moment, she sprang;
(O superb! O Manhattan, my own, my peerless!
O strongest you in the hour of danger, in crisis! O truer than
steel!)
How you sprang! how you threw off the costumes of peace with
indifferent hand;
How your soft opera-music changed, and the drum and fife were heard
in their stead;
How you led to the war, (that shall serve for our prelude, songs of
soldiers,)
How Manhattan drum-taps led.(Whitman 416).
I am a very visual person and I can see all these moments as he talks about the city he loves. I have been to Manhattan and I must say it is as wonderful as he depicts it. It is almost as if he is playing the city as if New York is s huge instrument in an orchestra.
How I love them! how I could hug them, with their brown faces, and their clothes and knapsacks cover’d with dust!) |
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The blood of the city up—arm’d! arm’d! the cry everywhere; |
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The flags flung out from the steeples of churches, and from all the public buildings and stores; |
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The tearful parting—the mother kisses her son—the son kisses his mother; |
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(Loth is the mother to part—yet not a word does she speak to detain him;) |
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The tumultuous escort—the ranks of policemen preceding, clearing the way; |
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The unpent enthusiasm—the wild cheers of the crowd for their favorites; |
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The artillery—the silent cannons, bright as gold, drawn along, rumble lightly over the stones; |
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(Silent cannons—soon to cease your silence! |
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Soon, unlimber’d, to begin the red business;) |
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All the mutter of preparation—all the determin’d arming; |
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The hospital service—the lint, bandages, and medicines; |
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The women volunteering for nurses—the work begun for, in earnest—no mere parade now; |
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War! an arm’d race is advancing!—the welcome for battle—no turning away; |
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War! be it weeks, months, or years—an arm’d race is advancing to welcome it.
He has this tremendous pride for New York. Most true New Yorkers really do have this pride. It doesn’t matter which borough you happen to go into, they will show you their true colors.
As I read further on into the poem he mentions a lot about the Revolutionary War. I was that great of a history student but something that stuck out to me was when he said,
Not the pilot has charged himself to bring his ship into Port, through beaten back and many times baffled; Not the pathfinder penetrating inland weary and long, By desert parch’d, snows chill’d, rivers wet, preserves till He reaches his destination, More than I have charged myself, heeded or unheeded, to Compose a march for the States, For a battle-call, rousing to arms if need be, years, centuries hence. (Whitman 442).
The image I saw was a pretty powerful one. I have this image of a soldier walking for the country he loves. Nowadays you don’t see many Americans wanting to stand up and say, Yes I will do this for as long as it may takes. Whitman as I usual say is a wonderful man who knows how to evict emotions. Truly amazing! |