object:1.whitman - Of The Terrible Doubt Of Apperarances
author class:Walt Whitman
subject class:Poetry
book class:Whitman - Poems
class:chapter
OF the terrible doubt of appearances,
Of the uncertainty after allthat we may be deluded,
That may-be reliance and hope are but speculations after all,
That may-be identity beyond the grave is a beautiful fable only,
May-be the things I perceivethe animals, plants, men, hills,
shining and flowing waters,
The skies of day and nightcolors, densities, formsMay-be these
are, (as doubtless they are,) only apparitions, and the real
something has yet to be known;
(How often they dart out of themselves, as if to confound me and mock
me!
How often I think neither I know, nor any man knows, aught of them
May-be seeming to me what they are, (as doubtless they indeed but
seem,) as from my present point of viewAnd might prove, (as
of course they would,) naught of what they appear, or naught
any how, from entirely changed points of view;
To me, these, and the like of these, are curiously answer'd by my
lovers, my dear friends;
When he whom I love travels with me, or sits a long while holding me
by the hand,
When the subtle air, the impalpable, the sense that words and reason
hold not, surround us and pervade us,
Then I am charged with untold and untellable wisdomI am silentI
require nothing further,
I cannot answer the question of appearances, or that of identity
beyond the grave;
But I walk or sit indifferentI am satisfied,
He ahold of my hand has completely satisfied me.
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