A Song


COME, I will make the continent indissoluble;
I will make the most splendid race the sun ever yet shone upon;
I will make divine magnetic lands,
With the love of comrades,
With the life-long love of comrades.


I will plant companionship thick as trees along all the rivers of
America, and along the shores of the great lakes, and all over
the prairies;
I will make inseparable cities, with their arms about each other's
necks;
By the love of comrades,
By the manly love of comrades.


For you these, from me, O Democracy, to serve you, ma femme! 10
For you! for you, I am trilling these songs,
In the love of comrades,
In the high-towering love of comrades.

by Walt Whitman

Comments (20)

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Nice poem...By the love of comrades, By the manly love of comrades.
Whitman was the master of free verse, , good poem.
The promise of every presidential candidate's soliloquy.
I like the first paragraph and then get lost. The later words with their evident dissonance help the poem along. I do not like this poem at all and would not care if I ever read it again, but you cant argue with the greats, and Walt Whitman deserves to be among them.
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