All is Truth. in
General
O ME, man of slack faith so long!
Standing aloof—denying portions so long;
Only aware to-day of compact, all-diffused truth;
Discovering to-day there is no lie, or form of lie, and can be none, but grows as
inevitably
upon
itself as the truth does upon itself,
Or as any law of the earth, or any natural production of the earth does.
(This is curious, and may not be realized immediately—But it must be realized;
I feel in myself that I represent falsehoods equally with the rest,
And that the universe does.)
Where has fail’d a perfect return, indifferent of lies or the truth?
Is it upon the ground, or in water or fire? or in the spirit of man? or in the meat and
blood?
Meditating among liars, and retreating sternly into myself, I see that there are really no
liars or
lies after all,
And that nothing fails its perfect return—And that what are called lies are perfect
returns,
And that each thing exactly represents itself, and what has preceded it,
And that the truth includes all, and is compact, just as much as space is compact,
And that there is no flaw or vacuum in the amount of the truth—but that all is truth
without
exception;
And henceforth I will go celebrate anything I see or am,
And sing and laugh, and deny nothing.
By
Walt Whitman
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1861. A Boston Ballad, 1854. A Broadway Pageant. A Carol of Harvest, for 1867 . A Child’s Amaze. A Clear Midnight. A Farm-Picture. A Hand-Mirror. A Leaf for Hand in Hand. A Noiseless Patient Spider. A Paumanok Picture. A Promise to California. A Riddle Song. A Sight in Camp. A Song. A Woman Waits for Me. Aboard at a Ship’s Helm. Adieu to a Soldier. After the Sea-Ship. Ages and Ages, Returning at Intervals. Ah Poverties, Wincings and Sulky Retreats. All is Truth. American Feuillage. Among the Multitude. An Army Corps on the March. An Old Man’s Thought of School. Apostroph. Are You the New person, drawn toward Me? As At Thy Portals Also Death. As Consequent, Etc. As I lay with Head in your Lap, Camerado. As I Walk These Broad, Majestic Days. As I Watch’d the Ploughman Ploughing. As the Time Draws Nigh. Ashes of Soldiers. Assurances. Base of all Metaphysics, The. Bathed in War’s Perfume. Beat! Beat! Drums! Beautiful Women. Beginners. Beginning my Studies. Behavior. 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