Whitman, Walt.
Specimen days : hours for the soul. July 23, 1878.
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THE EAST.—What a subject for a poem! Indeed, where else a more pregnant, more splendid one? Where one more idealistic-real, more subtle, more sensuous-delicate? The East, answering all lands, all ages, peoples; touching all senses, here, immediate, now—and yet so indescribably far off—such retrospect! The East—long-stretching—so losing itself—the orient, the gardens of Asia, the womb of history and song—forth-issuing all those strange, dim cavalcades—
Florid with blood, pensive, rapt with musings, hot with passion, Sultry with perfume, with ample and flowing garments,
With sunburnt visage, intense soul and glittering eyes.
Always the East—old, how incalculably old! And yet here the same—ours yet, fresh as a rose, to every morning, every life, to-day—and always will be.