Walt Whitman

(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892 / New York / United States)

As I Lay With Head In Your Lap, Camerado - Poem by Walt Whitman


AS I lay with my head in your lap, Camerado,
The confession I made I resume--what I said to you in the open air I
resume:
I know I am restless, and make others so;
I know my words are weapons, full of danger, full of death;
(Indeed I am myself the real soldier;
It is not he, there, with his bayonet, and not the red-striped
artilleryman;)
For I confront peace, security, and all the settled laws, to unsettle
them;
I am more resolute because all have denied me, than I could ever have
been had all accepted me;
I heed not, and have never heeded, either experience, cautions,
majorities, nor ridicule;
And the threat of what is call'd hell is little or nothing to me; 10
And the lure of what is call'd heaven is little or nothing to me;
...Dear camerado! I confess I have urged you onward with me, and
still urge you, without the least idea what is our destination,
Or whether we shall be victorious, or utterly quell'd and defeated.


Comments about As I Lay With Head In Your Lap, Camerado by Walt Whitman

  • Rookie - 59 Points Brian Jani (6/29/2014 11:30:00 AM)

    nice poem, its simple and has a calm atmosphere.keep it up (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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