“Poets To Come” by: Walt Whitman
POETS to come! orators, singers, musicians to come!
Not to-day is to justify me, and answer what I am for;
But you, a new brood, native, athletic, continental, greater than
Arouse! Arouse–for you must justify me–you must answer.
I myself but write one or two indicative words for the future,
I but advance a moment, only to wheel and hurry back in the darkness.
I am a man who, sauntering along, without fully stopping, turns a
casual look upon you, and then averts his face,
Leaving it to you to prove and define it,
Expecting the main things from you.
Poethunter.com. Poets to Come by Walt Whitman. Retrieved on February 17, 2011, from: http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poets-to-come/
This poem by Walt Whitman touches my sense of sight. The way he describes us poets, orators and musicians was really clear. Though he didn’t use long words that could paint a picture vividly, he used words that were sufficient enough to make a clear and simple image of a bunch of poets completely different from the common poet stereotype. What stereotype you ask? Most poets are considered old men with really long beards or young guys who look really nerdy but Walt Whitman helped me paint a picture of a group of poets who for some odd reason seem different to me as compared to the old poet stereotype I once believed in.