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Walt Whitman - Mannahatta.

I WAS asking for something specific and perfect for my city, 
Whereupon, lo! upsprang the aboriginal name! 
Now I see what there is in a name, a word, liquid, sane, unruly, musical, self-sufficient;
I see that the word of my city is that word up there, 
Because I see that word nested in nests of water-bays, superb, with tall and wonderful
Rich, hemm’d thick all around with sailships and steamships—an island sixteen
	long, solid-founded, 
Numberless crowded streets—high growths of iron, slender, strong, light, splendidly
	uprising toward clear skies; 
Tide swift and ample, well-loved by me, toward sundown, 
The flowing sea-currents, the little islands, larger adjoining islands, the heights, the
The countless masts, the white shore-steamers, the lighters, the ferry-boats, the black
	sea-steamers well-model’d;
The down-town streets, the jobbers’ houses of business—the houses of business of
	ship-merchants, and money-brokers—the river-streets; 
Immigrants arriving, fifteen or twenty thousand in a week; 
The carts hauling goods—the manly race of drivers of horses—the brown-faced
The summer air, the bright sun shining, and the sailing clouds aloft; 
The winter snows, the sleigh-bells—the broken ice in the river, passing along, up or
	with the flood tide or ebb-tide;
The mechanics of the city, the masters, well-form’d, beautiful-faced, looking you
	in the eyes; 
Trottoirs throng’d—vehicles—Broadway—the women—the shops and
The parades, processions, bugles playing, flags flying, drums beating; 
A million people—manners free and superb—open voices—hospitality—the
	courageous and friendly young men; 
The free city! no slaves! no owners of slaves!
The beautiful city, the city of hurried and sparkling waters! the city of spires and
The city nested in bays! my city! 
The city of such women, I am mad to be with them! I will return after death to be with
The city of such young men, I swear I cannot live happy, without I often go talk, walk,
	drink, sleep, with them!

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Poet: Walt Whitman
Poem: 3. Mannahatta.
Volume: Leaves of Grass
- 11. Leaves of Grass
Year: Published/Written in 1900
Poem of the Day: Jun 24 2012
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