Whitman—Song of the Open Road

Song of the Open Road (excerpt)

Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,
Health, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.
Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-furtune
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing
Strong and content, I travel the open road…

[There is always something about Whitman’s poetry… it verges on prose, allowing the reader freedom to speak it, to fill in the gaps of absent rhyme; yet it flows like poetry, one line dropping into the next, hugging a rhythm that needs to be spoken but which reads oh so beautifully. I will always love it because it expresses, sometimes elaborately sometimes succinctly, the aims and ambitious nature of all facets of life.]