Walt Whitman

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

I Hear America Singing - Poem by Walt Whitman

I Hear America singing, the varied carols I hear;
Those of mechanics--each one singing his, as it should be, blithe and strong;
The carpenter singing his, as he measures his plank or beam,
The mason singing his, as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work;
The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat--the deckhand singing on the steamboat deck;
The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench--the hatter singing as he stands;
The wood-cutter's song--the ploughboy's, on his way in the morning, or at the noon intermission, or at sundown;
The delicious singing of the mother--or of the young wife at work--or of the girl sewing or washing--Each singing what belongs to her, and to none else;
The day what belongs to the day--At night, the party of young fellows, robust, friendly,
Singing, with open mouths, their strong melodious songs.

Comments about I Hear America Singing by Walt Whitman

  • Gold Star - 22,049 Points Terry Craddock (11/20/2015 3:36:00 AM)

    Good Historical American Work Ethics

    fools say old
    values are bad...

    but old
    values are good! ! !

    manual work
    what songs
    were sung
    by sinew
    by honest
    hard work

    in labour
    done well

    how this sings
    of love
    for life

    for gratitude
    for the work
    of the hands
    faith in all hands
    to the well wheel
    to a common prosperity

    when workers
    earned their pay
    were paid
    in an appropriate
    living wage
    individuals prospered
    communities prospered
    all prospered

    Copyright © Terence George Craddock
    Inspired by the poem 'I Hear America Singing' by Walt Whitman.
    Dedicated to the life and poetry of Walt Whitman. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 22,049 Points Terry Craddock (9/24/2015 10:38:00 PM)

    manual work, what songs were sung by sinew and muscle, by honest sweat hard work, invested in labour done well; how this sings of love for life, for gratitude appreciation for the work of the hands, faith in all hands to the well, contributing to a common prosperity, when workers earned their pay and were paid in an appropriate living wage (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 4,147 Points Curtis Johnson (9/24/2015 7:09:00 PM)

    As long as America sings; as long as families sing; as long as people of all stripes and persuasions sing their own song in their own way; we shall ever be America. Let's keep singing, in the rain or fair weather, let's keep singing. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 24,399 Points Liza Sud Russia (9/24/2015 10:00:00 AM)

    Lovely and positive poem! (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 5,579 Points John Richter (9/24/2015 7:23:00 AM)

    The building of America.... Walt expresses it so well. Sadly it is a song turned to whispers now... (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 887 Points Nafis Shadhin (9/24/2015 5:22:00 AM)

    Inspiring poem, I like it. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 5,216 Points Kinyua Karanja (9/24/2015 4:59:00 AM)

    I believe this poem was written in period when people used to have songs depending on their profession and they would sing during the work so as make the work lively and enjoyable. This also helped to maintain pace and rhythm in work. It was and still very common in African community especially the communal work or work involving a large number of people at one. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 14,840 Points Jayatissa K. Liyanage (9/24/2015 1:47:00 AM)

    Poet makes even those who are not in the list to sing. So inspiring. (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,260 Points Phanice Wamukota (7/9/2015 7:06:00 AM)

    Music is medicine to the soul. A sigh into life. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 45,206 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (3/4/2015 3:14:00 AM)

    The great poet has given chances to every one in society in this poem and it is filled with humanity and likes. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Jane Moon (5/14/2009 1:33:00 PM)

    Here is the grand 'symphony' of all people of America, each in his occupation, each reflecting the breadth and power of the people of this great country. This poem represents everyone, all together comprising the greatness and richness of this land and its many diverse and committed people. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Dimitri Boukas (3/16/2008 10:25:00 PM)

    This poem is absolutely inspirational. After reading this poem it made me rethink about how i take granted of things. Just yesterday i didn't even use protection while intercourse with my wife. If i had used protection, who knows how good of a life i would have today? Thank you Walt Whitman for writing and crafting this amazing poem. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Riquetta Elliott (1/24/2008 9:50:00 PM)

    Walt Whitman is letting all the the Americans sing. He has just a way with words. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 26, 2011

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