by Whitman · Cluster: Ghosts · Ghost · Death and Love
Abstract
The ghost of the Native chief Red Jacket looks down on a monument ceremony like one of Ossian’s ghosts.
Connections
Topoi: Ubi Sunt Archetypes: Ghost, Outsider Motifs: Ghosts, Supernatural, Nature Themes & Concepts: Nostalgia Forms & Genres: Lyric
Testo integrale / Full text
Cluster: SANDS AT SEVENTY
Upon this scene, this show,
Yielded to-day by fashion, learning, wealth,
(Nor in caprice alone—some grains of deepest meaning,)
Haply, aloft, (who knows?) from distant sky-clouds’ blended shapes,
As some old tree, or rock or cliff, thrill’d with its soul,
Product of Nature’s sun, stars, earth direct—a towering human form,
In hunting-shirt of film, arm’d with the rifle, a half-ironical
smile curving its phantom lips,
Like one of Ossian’s ghosts looks down.