O ME, man of slack faith so long!
Standing aloof—denying portions so long;
Only aware to-day of compact, all-diffused truth;
Discovering to-day there is no lie, or form of lie, and can be none, but grows as
itself as the truth does upon itself,
Or as any law of the earth, or any natural production of the earth does.
(This is curious, and may not be realized immediately—But it must be realized;
I feel in myself that I represent falsehoods equally with the rest,
And that the universe does.)
Where has fail’d a perfect return, indifferent of lies or the truth?
Is it upon the ground, or in water or fire? or in the spirit of man? or in the meat and
Meditating among liars, and retreating sternly into myself, I see that there are really no
lies after all,
And that nothing fails its perfect return—And that what are called lies are perfect
And that each thing exactly represents itself, and what has preceded it,
And that the truth includes all, and is compact, just as much as space is compact,
And that there is no flaw or vacuum in the amount of the truth—but that all is truth
And henceforth I will go celebrate anything I see or am,
And sing and laugh, and deny nothing.
read once after once i dont no y but be more and more like this Whitman
could u plz help to analyse all is truth by alt whitman
as far as i can see people seem to not like this poem i don”t think back then he really knew right from wrong but i think he is wrong in this case i am a knew walt whitman fan he is a good poet but like i said iam a new walt whitman fan
Well, I really haven’t spent a lot of time looking at the poem but from what i see he seems to say that all is truth and that what ever you do is ok and whatever you say is truth, which I disagree with.
If TRUTH cannot save the world why pray or share of His Spiritual Light of the now. Love as TRUTH of the Holy Grail of God is Colorless and the world is need of deleting lies, idols, fake discoveries, popery traditions, elitism, stereotypes of all kinds for One Colorless Truth – within. http://www.cyberrev.com
Honesty is an art. Some awarenesses can only be revealed in a lie -or mercifully just thought of, and not even put to words. Science is the intact battleground to fight on for bloody warriors of truth. But, the human social reality is far too fragile for words to accurately hit their mark without “friendly fire” casualties. Your most admired person constantly lies to you, with not always a wink to follow. Love dries up without at least one creative lie told between trusted ones. The most common useful lie told…’I will never lie to you.’ Truth is revealed, in words, or in silence, after the funeral. Beware of a loveless world of pure colorless truth telling….paradox is more fun.