Of The Terrible Doubt Of Apperarances
Walt Whitman
Of the terrible doubt of appearances,
Of the uncertainty after all--that we may be deluded,
That maybe reliance and hope are but speculations after all,
That maybe identity beyond the grave is a beautiful fable only,
Maybe the things I perceive--the animals, plants, men, hills,
shining and flowing waters,
The skies of day and night--colors, densities, forms--
Maybe these are, (as doubtless they are,) only apparitions, and the real something has yet to be known;
(How often they dart out of themselves,
as if to confound me and mock me!
How often I think neither I know, nor any man knows,
aught of them;)
Maybe seeming to me what they are,
(as doubtless they indeed but seem,)
as from my present point of view--And might prove,
(as of course they would,)
naught of what they appear,
or naught any how, from entirely changed points of view;
--To me, these, and the like of these, are curiously answer'd by
my lovers, my dear friends;
When he whom I love travels with me, or sits a long while holding me
by the hand,
When the subtle air, the impalpable,
the sense that words and reason
hold not, surround us and pervade us,
Then I am charged with untold and untellable wisdom
--I am silent--
I require nothing further,
I cannot answer the question of appearances, or that of identity
beyond the grave;
But I walk or sit indifferent--I am satisfied,
He ahold of my hand has completely satisfied me.
2006-11-28 21:39:33
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answer #1
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answered by sharrron 5
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"Tom Waits" was the greatestest poet of the 1970's.
"Shiver Me Timbers;" takes soul searching & identity exploration, to a new level.
2006-11-28 21:22:52
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answer #2
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answered by bereftcat 4
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