Year of Meteors by Walt Whitman

Year of Meteors by Walt Whitman appeared in the poetry collection Leaves of Grass. Though it was first published in 1855, Whitman spent most of his professional life writing and rewriting Leaves of Grass, revising it multiple times.

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Year of Meteors by Walt Whitman

Year of Meteors by Walt Whitman (1859–60.)

YEAR of meteors! brooding year!

I would bind in words retrospective some of your deeds
and signs;

I would sing your contest for the 19th Presidentiad;.

I would sing how an old man, tall, with white hair,
mounted the scaffold in Virginia;

(I was at hand—silent I stood, with teeth shut close—I
watch’d;

I stood very near you, old man, when cool and
indifferent, but trembling with age and your unheal’d
wounds, you mounted the scaffold;)

—I would sing in my copious song your census returns
of The States,

The tables of population and products—I would sing of
your ships and their cargoes,

The proud black ships of Manhattan, arriving, some
fill’d with immigrants, some from the isthmus
with cargoes of gold;

Songs thereof would I sing—to all that hitherward
comes would I welcome give;

And you would I sing, fair stripling! welcome to you
from me, sweet boy of England!

Remember you surging Manhattan’s crowds, as you
pass’d with your cortege of nobles?

There in the crowds stood I, and singled you out with
attachment;

I know not why, but I loved you…(and so go forth
little song,

Far over sea speed like an arrow, carrying my love all
folded,

And find in his palace the youth I love, and drop these
lines at his feet;)

—Nor forget I to sing of the wonder, the ship as she
swam up my bay,

Well-shaped and stately the Great Eastern swam up my
bay, she was 600 feet long,

Her, moving swiftly, surrounded by myriads of small
craft, I forget not to sing;

—Nor the comet that came unannounced, out of the
north, flaring in heaven;

Nor the strange huge meteor procession, dazzling and
clear, shooting over our heads,

(A moment, a moment long, it sail’d its balls of un-
earthly light over our heads,

Then departed, dropt in the night, and was gone;)

—Of such, and fitful as they, I sing—with gleams from
them would I gleam and patch these chants;

Your chants, O year, all mottled with evil and good!
year of forebodings! year of the youth I love!

Year of comets and meteors transient and strange!—lo!
even here, one equally transient and strange!

As I flit through you hastily, soon to fall and be gone,
what is this book,

What am I myself but one of your meteors?

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