My father was a piper's son, The birds that wing their way through Direct my feet to the strange and new; G. G. King I follow the silver spears flung from the hands of dawn. Through silence, through singing of stars, I journey on and on. Ethna Carbery I love and understand Lionel Johnson Ο THE JOY OF THE ROAD VERSES FROM The Canticle of the Road I N the open road, with the wind at heel Her forehead pure to her evening prayer II Broad morning, blue morning, oh, jubilant wind! Fluent and yearning long, as the sea Arthur Colton SONG OF THE OPEN ROAD I A FOOT and light-hearted, I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path before me, leading wherever I choose. Henceforth I ask not good-fortune - I myself am good-fortune; Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing, Strong and content I travel the open road. I do not want the constellations any nearer; I know they suffice for those who belong to them. (Still here I carry my old delicious burdens; I carry them, men and women-I carry them with me wherever I go; I swear it is impossible for me to get rid of them; I am fill'd with them, and I will fill them in return.) II You road I enter upon and look around! I believe you are not all that is here; I believe that much unseen is also here. Here the profound lesson of reception, neither preference or denial; The black with his woolly head, the felon, the diseas'd, the illiterate person, are not de nied; The birth, the hasting after the physician, the beggar's tramp, the drunkard's stagger, the laughing party of mechanics, The escaped youth, the rich person's carriage, the fop, the eloping couple, The early market-man, the hearse, the moving of furniture into the town, the return back from the town, They pass I also pass-anything passes none can be interdicted; None but are accepted-none but are dear to me. III You air that serves me with breath to speak! You objects that call from diffusion my meanings, and give them shape! You light that wraps me and all things in delicate equable showers! You paths worn in the irregular hollows by the roadsides! I think you are latent with unseen existences you are so dear to me. You flagg'd walks of the cities! you strong curbs at the edges! You ferries! you planks and posts of wharves! you timber-lined sides! you distant ships! You rows of houses! you window-pierced façades! you roofs! You porches and entrances! you copings and iron guards! You windows whose transparent shells might expose so much! You doors and ascending steps! you arches! You gray stones of interminable pavements! you trodden crossings! From all that has been near you I believe you have imparted to yourselves, and now would impart the same secretly to me; From the living and the dead I think you have peopled your impassive surfaces and the spirits thereof would be evident and amicable with me. IV The earth expanding right hand and left hand, The picture alive, every part in its best light, The music falling in where it is wanted, and stopping where it is not wanted, The cheerful voice of the public road - the gay fresh sentiment of the road. O highway I travel! O public road! do you say to me, Do not leave me? Do you say, Venture not? If you leave me, you are lost? Do you say, I am already prepared - I am wellbeaten and undenied - adhere to me? O public road! I say back, I am not afraid to leave you yet I love you; You express me better than I can express myself; You shall be more to me than my poem. |