Mannahatta – Walt Whitman

« I was asking for something specific and perfect for my city,
Whereupon lo! upsprang the aboriginal name.
Now I see what there is in a name, a word, liquid, sane, unruly,
musical, self-sufficient,
I see that the word of my city is that word from of old,
Because I see that word nested in nests of water-bays, superb,
Rich, hemm’d thick all around with sailships and steamships, an
island sixteen miles long, solid-founded,
Numberless crowded streets, high growths of iron, slender, strong,
light, splendidly uprising toward clear skies,
Tides swift and ample, well-loved by me, toward sundown,
The flowing sea-currents, the little islands, larger adjoining
islands, the heights, the villas,
The countless masts, the white shore-steamers, the lighters, the
ferry-boats, the black sea-steamers well-model’d,
The down-town streets, the jobbers’ houses of business, the houses
of business of the ship-merchants and money-brokers, the
river-streets,
Immigrants arriving, fifteen or twenty thousand in a week,
The carts hauling goods, the manly race of drivers of horses, the
brown-faced sailors,
The summer air, the bright sun shining, and the sailing clouds aloft,
The winter snows, the sleigh-bells, the broken ice in the river,
passing along up or down with the flood-tide or ebb-tide,
The mechanics of the city, the masters, well-form’d,
beautiful-faced, looking you straight in the eyes,
Trottoirs throng’d, vehicles, Broadway, the women, the shops and shows,
A million people–manners free and superb–open voices–hospitality–
the most courageous and friendly young men,
City of hurried and sparkling waters! city of spires and masts!
City nested in bays! my city! »
Mannahatta
Leaves Of Grass
Walt Whitman
(1819-1892)

 

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6 réflexions sur “Mannahatta – Walt Whitman”

  1. Un bel hommage en ce jour.
    J’adore NY et ce petit tour d’horizon met une note gaie dans cette journée commémorative.
    Merci.

  2. bien vu ce poeme
    j’avais lu en son temps qqs poemes de cet auteur lors de mon séjour au x US ça fait du bien !!pierre

  3. Mon cher Whitman que j’aime tant… Autant que New York qui me manque… J’ai fermé la télé aujourd’hui, pas possible de revoir tout çà… 🙁

  4. Je n’avais aucune idee que ce nom venait d’une langue locale, ca sonnait tellement americain. Le poeme est tres beau. merci pour la minute culturelle.

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