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Best Famous Materialism Poems

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 THEY shall arise in the States, 
They shall report Nature, laws, physiology, and happiness; 
They shall illustrate Democracy and the kosmos; 
They shall be alimentive, amative, perceptive; 
They shall be complete women and men—their pose brawny and supple, their drink water,
 their blood clean and clear;
They shall enjoy materialism and the sight of products—they shall enjoy the sight of
 the
 beef, lumber, bread-stuffs, of Chicago, the great city; 
They shall train themselves to go in public to become orators and oratresses; 
Strong and sweet shall their tongues be—poems and materials of poems shall come from
 their
 lives—they shall be makers and finders; 
Of them, and of their works, shall emerge divine conveyers, to convey gospels; 
Characters, events, retrospections, shall be convey’d in gospels
—Trees, animals, waters, shall be convey’d, 
Death, the future, the invisible faith, shall all be convey’d.


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With Antecedents

 1
WITH antecedents; 
With my fathers and mothers, and the accumulations of past ages; 
With all which, had it not been, I would not now be here, as I am: 
With Egypt, India, Phenicia, Greece and Rome; 
With the Kelt, the Scandinavian, the Alb, and the Saxon;
With antique maritime ventures,—with laws, artizanship, wars and journeys; 
With the poet, the skald, the saga, the myth, and the oracle; 
With the sale of slaves—with enthusiasts—with the troubadour, the crusader, and
 the
 monk; 
With those old continents whence we have come to this new continent; 
With the fading kingdoms and kings over there;
With the fading religions and priests; 
With the small shores we look back to from our own large and present shores; 
With countless years drawing themselves onward, and arrived at these years; 
You and Me arrived—America arrived, and making this year; 
This year! sending itself ahead countless years to come.
2 O but it is not the years—it is I—it is You; We touch all laws, and tally all antecedents; We are the skald, the oracle, the monk, and the knight—we easily include them, and more; We stand amid time, beginningless and endless—we stand amid evil and good; All swings around us—there is as much darkness as light; The very sun swings itself and its system of planets around us; Its sun, and its again, all swing around us.
As for me, (torn, stormy, even as I, amid these vehement days,) I have the idea of all, and am all, and believe in all; I believe materialism is true, and spiritualism is true—I reject no part.
Have I forgotten any part? Come to me, whoever and whatever, till I give you recognition.
I respect Assyria, China, Teutonia, and the Hebrews; I adopt each theory, myth, god, and demi-god; I see that the old accounts, bibles, genealogies, are true, without exception; I assert that all past days were what they should have been; And that they could no-how have been better than they were, And that to-day is what it should be—and that America is, And that to-day and America could no-how be better than they are.
3 In the name of These States, and in your and my name, the Past, And in the name of These States, and in your and my name, the Present time.
I know that the past was great, and the future will be great, And I know that both curiously conjoint in the present time, (For the sake of him I typify—for the common average man’s sake—your sake, if you are he;) And that where I am, or you are, this present day, there is the centre of all days, all races, And there is the meaning, to us, of all that has ever come of races and days, or ever will come.

Book: Shattered Sighs