by Whitman · Cluster: Heroism · Hero · Last Stand
Abstract
Washington’s true monument is not marble but the worldwide spirit of freedom, courage and patriotism.
Connections
Topoi: Immortality Through Verse Archetypes: Hero Motifs: Ruins the Abbey Themes & Concepts: Nationalism and Patriotism, Heroism, Faith, Immortality Forms & Genres: Ode
Testo integrale / Full text
Cluster: SANDS AT SEVENTY
Ah, not this marble, dead and cold:
Far from its base and shaft expanding—the round zones circling,
comprehending,
Thou, Washington, art all the world’s, the continents’ entire—not
yours alone, America,
Europe’s as well, in every part, castle of lord or laborer’s cot,
Or frozen North, or sultry South—the African’s—the Arab’s in his tent,
Old Asia’s there with venerable smile, seated amid her ruins;
(Greets the antique the hero new? ’tis but the same—the heir
legitimate, continued ever,
The indomitable heart and arm—proofs of the never-broken line,
Courage, alertness, patience, faith, the same—e’en in defeat
defeated not, the same:)
Wherever sails a ship, or house is built on land, or day or night,
Through teeming cities’ streets, indoors or out, factories or farms,
Now, or to come, or past—where patriot wills existed or exist,
Wherever Freedom, pois’d by Toleration, sway’d by Law,
Stands or is rising thy true monument.