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The Three Musicians, by Diego Velázquez
Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

Book I. Inscriptions: Poets to Come

Poets to come! orators, singers, musicians to come!
Not to-day is to justify me, and answer what I am for;
But you, a new brood, native, athletic, continental, greater than before known,
Arouse! Arouse—for you must justify me—you must answer.
 
I myself but write one or two indicative words for the future,
I but advance a moment, only to wheel and hurry back in the darkness.
 
I am a man who, sauntering along, without fully stopping, turns a casual look upon you, and then averts his face,
Leaving it to you to prove and define it,
Expecting the main things from you.

#1855 #AmericanWriters #LeavesOfGrass

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