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Walt Whitman - Chanting The Square Deific
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CHANTING the square deific, out of the One advancing, out of the
         sides;
Out of the old and new—out of the square entirely divine,
Solid, four-sided, (all the sides needed)… from this side JEHOVAH
         am I,
Old Brahm I, and I Saturnius am;
Not Time affects me—I am Time, old, modern as any;
Unpersuadable, relentless, executing righteous judgments;
As the Earth, the Father, the brown old Kronos, with laws,
Aged beyond computation—yet ever new—ever with those mighty laws
         rolling,
Relentless, I forgive no man—whoever sins, dies—I will have that
         man`s life;
Therefore let none expect mercy—Have the seasons, gravitation, the
         appointed days, mercy?—No more have I;                      


But as the seasons, and gravitation—and as all the appointed days,
         that forgive not,
I dispense from this side judgments inexorable, without the least
         remorse.


Consolator most mild, the promis`d one advancing,
With gentle hand extended—the mightier God am I,
Foretold by prophets and poets, in their most rapt prophecies and
         poems;
From this side, lo! the Lord CHRIST gazes—lo! Hermes I—lo! mine is
         Hercules` face;
All sorrow, labor, suffering, I, tallying it, absorb in myself;
Many times have I been rejected, taunted, put in prison, and
         crucified—and many times shall be again;
All the world have I given up for my dear brothers` and sisters`
         sake—for the soul`s sake;
Wending my way through the homes of men, rich or poor, with the kiss
         of affection;                                                


For I am affection—I am the cheer-bringing God, with hope, and all-
         enclosing Charity;
(Conqueror yet—for before me all the armies and soldiers of the
         earth shall yet bow—and all the weapons of war become
         impotent 
With indulgent words, as to children—with fresh and sane words, mine
         only;
Young and strong I pass, knowing well I am destin`d myself to an
         early death:
But my Charity has no death—my Wisdom dies not, neither early nor
         late,
And my sweet Love, bequeath`d here and elsewhere, never dies.


   Aloof, dissatisfied, plotting revolt,
   Comrade of criminals, brother of slaves,
   Crafty, despised, a drudge, ignorant,
   With sudra face and worn brow, black, but in the depths of my heart,
         proud as any;                                                


Lifted, now and always, against whoever, scorning, assumes to rule
         me;
Morose, full of guile, full of reminiscences, brooding, with many
         wiles,
(Though it was thought I was baffled and dispell`d, and my wiles
         done—but that will never be 
Defiant, I, SATAN, still live—still utter words—in new lands duly
         appearing, (and old ones also 
Permanent here, from my side, warlike, equal with any, real as any,
Nor time, nor change, shall ever change me or my words.


   Santa SPIRITA, breather, life,
   Beyond the light, lighter than light,
   Beyond the flames of hell—joyous, leaping easily above hell;
   Beyond Paradise—perfumed solely with mine own perfume;            


Including all life on earth—touching, including God—including
         Saviour and Satan;
Ethereal, pervading all, (for without me, what were all? what were
         God?)
Essence of forms—life of the real identities, permanent, positive,
         (namely the unseen,)
Life of the great round world, the sun and stars, and of man—I, the
         general Soul,
Here the square finishing, the solid, I the most solid,
Breathe my breath also through these songs.
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