Monday, August 17, 2009

I Hear America Singing

I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,

Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong.

The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam,

The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work.

The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the deckhand singing on the steamboat deck.

The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as he stands.

The wood-cutter's song, the ploughboy's on his way in the morning, or at noon intermission or at sundown,

The delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at work, or of the girl sewing or washing,
Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else,

The day what belongs to the day -- at night the party of young fellows, robust, friendly,

Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs.

Walt Whitman (1819-1892)

Whitman was the conscious author of avowedly American writings, and established an expansive style that is one of the most distinctive in the nation's literature


Dawn said...

Oh, that we could all sing in harmony!

Cathy said...

Very pretty, Mimi ~ How we love music, especially the Lord's.