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(The war is completed-the price is paid-the title is settled beyond recall;) Let every one answer! let those who sleep be waked! let none evade! Must we still go on with our affectations and sneaking? Let me bring this to a close-I pronounce openly for a new distribution of roles; Let that which stood in […]

Respondez! Respondez!

by WALT WHITMAN

(The war is completed-the price
is paid-the title is settled beyond recall;)



Let every one answer! let those who sleep be waked! let none
evade!



Must we still go on with our affectations and sneaking?



Let me bring this to a close-I pronounce openly for a new distribution
of

roles;



Let that which stood in front go behind! and let that which was
behind

advance to the front and speak;



Let murderers, bigots, fools, unclean persons, offer new propositions!



Let the old propositions be postponed!



Let faces and theories be turn’d inside out! let meanings be
freely criminal,

as well as results!



Let there be no suggestion above the suggestion of drudgery!



Let none be pointed toward his destination! (Say! do you know
your

destination?)



Let men and women be mock’d with bodies and mock’d with Souls!



Let the love that waits in them, wait! let it die, or pass stillborn
to other

spheres!



Let the sympathy that waits in every man, wait! or let it also
pass, a dwarf,

to other spheres!



Let contradictions prevail! let one thing contradict another!
and let one

line of my poems contradict another!



Let the people sprawl with yearning, aimless hands! let their
tongues be

broken! let their eyes be discouraged! let none descend into
their hearts

with the fresh lusciousness of love!



(Stifled, O days! O lands! in every public and private corruption!



Smother’d in thievery, impotence, shamelessness, mountain-high;



Brazen effrontery, scheming, rolling like ocean’s waves around
and upon you,

O my days! my lands!



For not even those thunderstorms, nor fiercest lightnings of
the war, have

purified the atmosphere;)



-Let the theory of America still be management, caste, comparison!
(Say! what

other theory would you?)



Let them that distrust birth and death still lead the rest! (Say!
why shall

they not lead you?)



Let the crust of hell be neared and trod on! let the days be
darker than the

nights! let slumber bring less slumber than waking time brings!



Let the world never appear to him or her for whom it was all
made!



Let the heart of the young man still exile itself from the heart
of the old

man! and let the heart of the old man be exiled from that of
the young man!



Let the sun and moon go! let scenery take the applause of the
audience! let

there be apathy under the stars!



Let freedom prove no man’s inalienable right! every one who can
tyrannize,

let him tyrannize to his satisfaction!



Let none but infidels be countenanced!



Let the eminence of meanness, treachery, sarcasm, hate, greed,
indecency,

impotence, lust, be taken for granted above all! let writers,
judges,

governments, households, religions, philosophies, take such for
granted above

all!



Let the worst men beget children out of the worst women!



Let the priest still play at immortality!



Let death be inaugurated!



Let nothing remain but the ashes of teachers, artists, moralists,
lawyers,

and learn’d and polite persons!



Let him who is without my poems be assassinated!



Let the cow, the horse, the camel, the garden-bee-let the mudfish,
the

lobster, the mussel, eel, the sting-ray, and the grunting pig-fish-let
these,

and the like of these, be put on a perfect equality with man
and woman!

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Let churches accommodate serpents, vermin, and the corpses of
those who have

died of the most filthy of diseases!



Let marriage slip down among fools, and be for none but fools!



Let men among themselves talk and think forever obscenely of
women! and let

women among themselves talk and think obscenely of men!



Let us all, without missing one, be exposed in public, naked,
monthly, at the

peril of our lives! let our bodies be freely handled and examined
by whoever

chooses!



Let nothing but copies at second hand be permitted to exist upon
the earth!



Let the earth desert God, nor let there ever henceforth be mention’d
the name

of God!



Let there be no God!



Let there be money, business, imports, exports, custom, authority,

precedents, pallor, dyspepsia, smut, ignorance, unbelief!



Let judges and criminals be transposed! let the prison-keepers
be put in

prison! let those that were prisoners take the keys! Say! why
might they not

just as well be transposed?)



Let the slaves be masters! let the masters become slaves!



Let the reformers descend from the stands where they are forever
bawling! let

an idiot or insane person appear on each of the stands!



Let the Asiatic, the African, the European, the American, and
the Australian,

go armed against the murderous stealthiness of each other! let
them sleep

armed! let none believe in good will!



Let there be no unfashionable wisdom! let such be scorn’d and
derided off

from the earth!



Let a floating cloud in the sky-let a wave of the sea-let growing
mint,

spinach, onions, tomatoes-let these be exhibited as shows, at
a great price

for admission!



Let all the men of These States stand aside for a few smouchers!
let the few

seize on what they choose! let the rest gawk, giggle, starve,
obey!



Let shadows be furnish’d with genitals! let substances be deprived
of their

genitals!



Let there be wealthy and immense cities-but still through any
of them, not a

single poet, savior, knower, lover!



Let the infidels of These States laugh all faith away!



If one man be found who has faith, let the rest set upon him!



Let them affright faith! let them destroy the power of breeding
faith!



Let the she-harlots and the he-harlots be prudent! let them dance
on, while

seeming lasts! (O seeming! seeming! seeming!)



Let the preachers recite creeds! let them still teach only what
they have

been taught!



Let insanity still have charge of sanity!



Let books take the place of trees, animals, rivers, clouds!



Let the daub’d portraits of heroes supersede heroes!



Let the manhood of man never take steps after itself!



Let it take steps after eunuchs, and after consumptive and genteel
persons!



Let the white person again tread the black person under his heel!
(Say! which

is trodden under heel, after all?)



Let the reflections of the things of the world be studied in
mirrors! let the

things themselves still continue unstudied!



Let a man seek pleasure everywhere except in himself!



Let a woman seek happiness everywhere except in herself!



(What real happiness have you had one single hour through your
whole life?)



Let the limited years of life do nothing for the limitless years
of death!

(What do you suppose death will do, then?)