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! for you must justify me.
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.
Inspired by Poets to Come:
Who are the poets to come? The orators, singers musicians to come?
This wild noble crowd of your new brood, native, athletic, continental,
If such a power greater than before known would be
mine,
I shall arouse, and justify you.
If not to-day is to justify me,
Myself, as you say -
I will answer for you.
I the justifier spell (spill) a few
imploring words onto my page,
and return as you once did back to the hiding place of the unknown.
I heard the indicative words you wrote for the future
and for me.
I almost saw your face when you sauntered past, like the
aged god of renaissance, common man, grandfather,
Because your new brood of familiar kin,
Once lived to justify you.
I like the way you address this poem to Whitman. "I hear the indicative words you wrote for the future" sounds Whitmanesque.And nice how you almost capture a glimpse of him at the end.
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