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freedom begins
\nwhen you release
\nthe hold in
\nyour throat<\/p>\n
Into the solemn church, and scatter the congregation,
\nInto the school where the scholar is studying;
\nLeave not the bridegroom quiet\u2014no happiness must he have now with his bride,
\nNor the peaceful farmer any peace, ploughing his field or gathering his grain,
\nSo fierce you whirr and pound you drums\u2014so shrill you bugles blow.<\/p>\n
Beat! beat! drums!\u2014blow! bugles! blow!
\nOver the traffic of cities\u2014over the rumble of wheels in the streets;
\nAre beds prepared for sleepers at night in the houses? no sleepers must sleep in those beds,
\nNo bargainers\u2019 bargains by day\u2014no brokers or speculators\u2014would they continue?
\nWould the talkers be talking? would the singer attempt to sing?
\nWould the lawyer rise in the court to state his case before the judge?
\nThen rattle quicker, heavier drums\u2014you bugles wilder blow.
\nBeat! beat! drums!\u2014blow! bugles! blow!
\nMake no parley\u2014stop for no expostulation,
\nMind not the timid\u2014mind not the weeper or prayer,
\nMind not the old man beseeching the young man,
\nLet not the child\u2019s voice be heard, nor the mother\u2019s entreaties,
\nMake even the trestles to shake the dead where they lie awaiting the hearses,
\nSo strong you thump O terrible drums\u2014so loud you bugles blow.<\/p>\n
FROM PAUMANOK STARTING I FLY LIKE A BIRD
\nFrom Paumanok starting I fly like a bird,
\nAround and around to soar to sing the idea of all,
\nTo the north betaking myself to sing there arctic songs<\/p>\n
To Kanada till I absorb Kanada in myself, to Michigan then,
\nTo Wisconsin, Iowa, Minnesota, to sing their songs, (they are inimitable;)
\nThen to Ohio and Indiana to sing theirs, to Missouri and Kansas and Arkansas to sing theirs,
\nTo Tennessee and Kentucky, to the Carolinas and Georgia to sing theirs,
\nTo Texas and so along up toward California, to roam accepted everywhere;
\nTo sing first, (to the tap of the war-drum if need be,)
\nThe idea of all, of the Western world one and inseparable,
\nAnd then the song of each member of these States.<\/p>\n
SONG OF THE BANNER AT DAYBREAK freedom begins when you release the hold in your throat Into the solemn church, and scatter the congregation, Into the school where the scholar is studying; Leave not the bridegroom quiet\u2014no happiness must he have now with his bride, Nor the peaceful farmer any peace, ploughing his field or gathering his grain,...<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5567,"featured_media":127,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-237","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-blackout-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/ctrlwaltdelete\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/237","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/ctrlwaltdelete\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/ctrlwaltdelete\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/ctrlwaltdelete\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/5567"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/ctrlwaltdelete\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=237"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/ctrlwaltdelete\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/237\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":240,"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/ctrlwaltdelete\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/237\/revisions\/240"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/ctrlwaltdelete\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/127"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/ctrlwaltdelete\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=237"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/ctrlwaltdelete\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=237"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/ctrlwaltdelete\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=237"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nPoet<\/em>
\nO A new song, a free song,
\nFlapping, flapping, flapping, flapping, by sounds, by voices clearer,
\nBy the wind\u2019s voice and that of the drum,
\nBy the banner\u2019s voice and child\u2019s voice and sea\u2019s voice and father\u2019s voice,
\nLow on the ground and high in the air,
\nOn the ground where father and child stand,
\nIn the upward air where their eyes turn,
\nWhere the banner at daybreak is flapping.
\nWords! book-words! what are you?
\nWords no more, for hearken and see,
\nMy song is there in the open air, and I must sing,
\nWith the banner and pennant a-flapping.
\nI\u2019ll weave the chord and twine in,
\nMan\u2019s desire and babe\u2019s desire, I\u2019ll twine them in, I\u2019ll put in life,
\nI\u2019ll put the bayonet\u2019s flashing point, I\u2019ll let bullets and slugs whizz,<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"