• Filter
Friday poem: 'Give Me the Splendid Silent Sun'

Friday poem: 'Give Me the Splendid Silent Sun'

Friday, 17 March 2017

By Walt Whitman 

Keep your splendid, silent sun;   
Keep your woods, O Nature, and the quiet places by the woods;  
Keep your fields of clover and timothy, and your corn-fields and orchards;  
Keep the blossoming buckwheat fields, where the Ninth-month bees hum;  
Give me faces and streets! give me these phantoms incessant and endless along the trottoirs!  
Give me interminable eyes! give me women! give me comrades and lovers by the thousand!  
Let me see new ones every day! let me hold new ones by the hand every day!  
Give me such shows! give me the streets of Manhattan!  
Give me Broadway, with the soldiers marching—give me the sound of the trumpets and drums!  
(The soldiers in companies or regiments—some, starting away, flush’d and reckless;  
Some, their time up, returning, with thinn’d ranks—young, yet very old, worn, marching, noticing nothing;) 
—Give me the shores and the wharves heavy-fringed with the black ships!  
O such for me! O an intense life! O full to repletion, and varied!  
The life of the theatre, bar-room, huge hotel, for me!  
The saloon of the steamer! the crowded excursion for me! the torch-light procession!  
The dense brigade, bound for the war, with high piled military wagons following;  
People, endless, streaming, with strong voices, passions, pageants;  
Manhattan streets, with their powerful throbs, with the beating drums, as now;
The endless and noisy chorus, the rustle and clank of muskets, (even the sight of the wounded;)  
Manhattan crowds, with their turbulent musical chorus—with varied chorus, and light of the sparkling eyes;  
Manhattan faces and eyes forever for me.  
 
An extract from Walt Whitman's ode to New York City, read the full poem here.  
 
Megan Bradbury's debut novel Everyone Is Watching is a love letter to New York, told through the experiences of four of the city’s greatest creators, artists and thinkers.
 
We asked Megan about the music, art, film and poetry that define the city, from Walt Whitman to Woody Allen. 
 
 

Sign up to the Picador Friday poem email to receive a handpicked poem straight to your inbox each week. 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

Friday, 17 March 2017 by Sophie.Painter with 0 comments


Comments
Blog post currently doesn't have any comments.

You need to be a registered member to contribute.

You can login here or sign up now.

Register

Create Account


Login with your social networks

Log in with Facebook

Login

 
Forgotten password?