Song Of The Open Road Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABC DEA FGHI JKIL MNN OPQPRKOPSTB KIUVWB XWYZA2B2XC2D2BE2OB F2G2H2I2PA BJ2J2B K2D2L2M2 N2KO2PJ2GBB M2P2J2Q2KJ2B R2HS2 J2T2 BU2D2 KKIBB V2BJ2B JW2 X2Y2N2J2 M2Z2J2A3B3J2PC2C3D3 JPE3 DF3D2I XBB KVG3 D3H3JU2Q2DJ2KT2BV2I3 VJ2KJ3K3S2 T2L3J2AFOOT and light hearted I take to the open road | A |
Healthy free the world before me | B |
The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose | C |
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Henceforth I ask not good fortune I myself am good fortune | D |
Henceforth I whimper no more postpone no more need nothing | E |
Strong and content I travel the open road | A |
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The earth that is sufficient | F |
I do not want the constellations any nearer | G |
I know they are very well where they are | H |
I know they suffice for those who belong to them | I |
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Still here I carry my old delicious burdens | J |
I carry them men and women I carry them with me wherever I go | K |
I swear it is impossible for me to get rid of them | I |
I am fill'd with them and I will fill them in return | L |
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You road I enter upon and look around I believe you are not all that | M |
is here | N |
I believe that much unseen is also here | N |
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Here the profound lesson of reception neither preference or denial | O |
The black with his woolly head the felon the diseas'd the | P |
illiterate person are not denied | Q |
The birth the hasting after the physician the beggar's tramp the | P |
drunkard's stagger the laughing party of mechanics | R |
The escaped youth the rich person's carriage the fop the eloping | K |
couple | O |
The early market man the hearse the moving of furniture into the | P |
town the return back from the town | S |
They pass I also pass anything passes none can be interdicted | T |
None but are accepted none but are dear to me | B |
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You air that serves me with breath to speak | K |
You objects that call from diffusion my meanings and give them | I |
shape | U |
You light that wraps me and all things in delicate equable showers | V |
You paths worn in the irregular hollows by the roadsides | W |
I think you are latent with unseen existences you are so dear to me | B |
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You flagg'd walks of the cities you strong curbs at the edges | X |
You ferries you planks and posts of wharves you timber lined sides | W |
you distant ships | Y |
You rows of houses you window pierc'd fa ades you roofs | Z |
You porches and entrances you copings and iron guards | A2 |
You windows whose transparent shells might expose so much | B2 |
You doors and ascending steps you arches | X |
You gray stones of interminable pavements you trodden crossings | C2 |
From all that has been near you I believe you have imparted to | D2 |
yourselves and now would impart the same secretly to me | B |
From the living and the dead I think you have peopled your impassive | E2 |
surfaces and the spirits thereof would be evident and amicable | O |
with me | B |
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The earth expanding right hand and left hand | F2 |
The picture alive every part in its best light | G2 |
The music falling in where it is wanted and stopping where it is not | H2 |
wanted | I2 |
The cheerful voice of the public road the gay fresh sentiment of the | P |
road | A |
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O highway I travel O public road do you say to me Do not leave me | B |
Do you say Venture not If you leave me you are lost | J2 |
Do you say I am already prepared I am well beaten and undenied | J2 |
adhere to me | B |
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O public road I say back I am not afraid to leave you yet I love | K2 |
you | D2 |
You express me better than I can express myself | L2 |
You shall be more to me than my poem | M2 |
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I think heroic deeds were all conceiv'd in the open air and all | N2 |
great poems also | K |
I think I could stop here myself and do miracles | O2 |
My judgments thoughts I henceforth try by the open air the | P |
road | J2 |
I think whatever I shall meet on the road I shall like and whoever | G |
beholds me shall like me | B |
I think whoever I see must be happy | B |
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From this hour freedom | M2 |
From this hour I ordain myself loos'd of limits and imaginary lines | P2 |
Going where I list my own master total and absolute | J2 |
Listening to others and considering well what they say | Q2 |
Pausing searching receiving contemplating | K |
Gently but with undeniable will divesting myself of the holds that | J2 |
would hold me | B |
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I inhale great draughts of space | R2 |
The east and the west are mine and the north and the south are | H |
mine | S2 |
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I am larger better than I thought | J2 |
I did not know I held so much goodness | T2 |
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All seems beautiful to me | B |
I can repeat over to men and women You have done such good to me I | U2 |
would do the same to you | D2 |
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I will recruit for myself and you as I go | K |
I will scatter myself among men and women as I go | K |
I will toss the new gladness and roughness among them | I |
Whoever denies me it shall not trouble me | B |
Whoever accepts me he or she shall be blessed and shall bless me | B |
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Now if a thousand perfect men were to appear it would not amaze | V2 |
me | B |
Now if a thousand beautiful forms of women appear'd it would not | J2 |
astonish me | B |
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Now I see the secret of the making of the best persons | J |
It is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth | W2 |
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Here a great personal deed has room | X2 |
A great deed seizes upon the hearts of the whole race of men | Y2 |
Its effusion of strength and will overwhelms law and mocks all | N2 |
authority and all argument against it | J2 |
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Here is the test of wisdom | M2 |
Wisdom is not finally tested in schools | Z2 |
Wisdom cannot be pass'd from one having it to another not having it | J2 |
Wisdom is of the Soul is not susceptible of proof is its own | A3 |
proof | B3 |
Applies to all stages and objects and qualities and is content | J2 |
Is the certainty of the reality and immortality of things and the | P |
excellence of things | C2 |
Something there is in the float of the sight of things that provokes | C3 |
it out of the Soul | D3 |
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Now I re xamine philosophies and religions | J |
They may prove well in lecture rooms yet not prove at all under the | P |
spacious clouds and along the landscape and flowing currents | E3 |
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Here is realization | D |
Here is a man tallied he realizes here what he has in him | F3 |
The past the future majesty love if they are vacant of you you | D2 |
are vacant of them | I |
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Only the kernel of every object nourishes | X |
Where is he who tears off the husks for you and me | B |
Where is he that undoes stratagems and envelopes for you and me | B |
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Here is adhesiveness it is not previously fashion'd it is apropos | K |
Do you know what it is as you pass to be loved by strangers | V |
Do you know the talk of those turning eye balls | G3 |
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Here is the efflux of the Soul | D3 |
The efflux of the Soul comes from within through embower'd gates | H3 |
ever provoking questions | J |
These yearnings why are they These thoughts in the darkness why | U2 |
are they | Q2 |
Why are there men and women that while they are nigh me the sun | D |
light expands my blood | J2 |
Why when they leave me do my pennants of joy sink flat and lank | K |
Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious | T2 |
thoughts descend upon me | B |
I think they hang there winter and summer on those trees and always | V2 |
drop fruit as I pass | I3 |
What is it I interchange so suddenly with strangers | V |
What with some driver as I ride on the seat by his side | J2 |
What with some fisherman drawing his seine by the shore as I walk | K |
by and pause | J3 |
What gives me to be free to a woman's or man's good will What gives | K3 |
them to be free to mine | S2 |
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The efflux of the Soul is happiness here is happiness | T2 |
I think it pervades the open air waiting at all times | L3 |
Now it flows unto us we are rightly charged | J2 |
Walt Whitman
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