'Sing Of The Banner At Day-Break' by Walt Whitman
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POET.
O A new song, a free song,
Flapping, flapping, flapping, flapping, by sounds, by voices clearer,
By the wind's voice and that of the drum,
By the banner's voice, and child's voice, and sea's voice, and
father's voice,
Low on the ground and high in the air,
On the ground where father and child stand,
In the upward air where their eyes turn,
Where the banner at day-break is flapping.
Words! book-words! what are you?
Words no more, for hearken and see,10
My song is there in the open air--and I must sing,
With the banner and pennant a-flapping.
I'll weave the chord and twine in,
Man's desire and babe's desire--I'll twine them in, I'll put in life;
I'll put the bayonet's flashing point--I'll let bullets and slugs
whizz;
(As one carrying a symbol and menace, far into the future,
Crying with trumpet voice, Arouse and beware! Beware and arouse!)
I'll pour the verse with streams of blood, full of volition, full of
joy;
Then loosen, launch forth, to go and compete,
With the banner and pennant a-flapping.20
PENNANT.
Come up here, bard, bard;
Come up here, soul, soul;
Come up here, dear little child,
To fly in the clouds and winds with me, and play with the measureless
light.
CHILD.
Father, what is that in the sky beckoning to me with long finger?
And what does it say to me all the while?
FATHER.
Nothing, my babe, you see in the sky;
And nothing at all to you it says. But look you, my babe,
Look at these dazzling things in the houses, and see you the money-
shops opening;
And see you the vehicles preparing to crawl along the streets with
goods:10
These! ah, these! how valued and toil'd for, these!
How envied by all the earth!
POET.
Fresh and rosy red, the sun is mounting high;
On floats the sea in distant blue, careering through its channels;
On floats the wind over the breast of the sea, setting in toward
land;
The great steady wind from west and west-by-south,
Floating so buoyant, with milk-white foam on the waters.
But I am not the sea, nor the red sun;
I am not the wind, with girlish laughter;
Not the immense wind which strengthens--not the wind which lashes; 20
Not the spirit that ever lashes its own body to terror and death;
But I am that which unseen comes and sings, sings, sings,
Which babbles in brooks and scoots in showers on the land,
Which the birds know in the woods, mornings and evenings,
And the shore-sands know, and the hissing wave, and that banner and
pennant,
Aloft there flapping and flapping.
CHILD.
O father, it is alive--it is full of people--it has children!
O now it seems to me it is talking to its children!
I hear it--it talks to me--O it is wonderful!
O it stretches--it spreads and runs so fast! O my father,30
It is so broad, it covers the whole sky!
FATHER.
Cease, cease, my foolish babe,
What you are saying is sorrowful to me--much it displeases me;
Behold with the rest, again I say--behold not banners and pennants
aloft;
But the well-prepared pavements behold--and mark the solid-wall'd
houses.
BANNER AND PENNANT.
Speak to the child, O bard, out of Manhattan;
(The war is over--yet never over.... out of it, we are born to real
life and identity;)
Speak to our children all, or north or south of Manhattan,
Where our factory-engines hum, where our miners delve the ground,
Where our hoarse Niagara rumbles, where our prairie-plows are
plowing;40
Speak, O bard! point this day, leaving all the rest, to us over all--
and yet we know not why;
For what are we, mere strips of cloth, profiting nothing,
Only flapping in the wind?
POET.
I hear and see not strips of cloth alone;
I hear again the tramp of armies, I hear the challenging sentry;
I hear the jubilant shouts of millions of men--I hear LIBERTY!
I hear the drums beat, and the trumpets yet blowing;
I myself move abroad, swift-rising, flying then;
I use the wings of the land-bird, and use the wings of the sea-bird,
and look down as from a height;
I do not deny the precious results of peace--I see populous cities,
with wealth incalculable;50
I see numberless farms--I see the farmers working in their fields or
barns;
I see mechanics working--I see buildings everywhere founded, going
up, or finish'd;
I see trains of cars swiftly speeding along railroad tracks, drawn by
the locomotives;
I see the stores, depots, of Boston, Baltimore, Charleston, New
Orleans;
I see far in the west the immense area of grain--I dwell awhile,
hovering;
I pass to the lumber forests of the north, and again to the southern
plantation, and again to California;
Sweeping the whole, I see the countless profit, the busy gatherings,
earned wages;
See the identity formed out of thirty-eight spacious and haughty
States (and many more to come;)
See forts on the shores of harbors--see ships sailing in and out;
Then over all, (aye! aye!) my little and lengthen'd pennant, shaped
like a sword,60
Runs swiftly up, indicating war and defiance--And now the halyards
have rais'd it,
Side of my banner broad and blue--side of my starry banner,
Discarding peace over all the sea and land.
BANNER AND PENNANT.
Yet louder, higher, stronger, bard! yet farther, wider cleave!
No longer let our children deem us riches and peace alone;
We may be terror and carnage, and are so now;
Not now are we any one of these spacious and haughty States, (nor any
five, nor ten;)
Nor market nor depot are we, nor money-bank in the city;
But these, and all, and the brown and spreading land, and the mines
below, are ours;
And the shores of the sea are ours, and the rivers, great and
small;70
And the fields they moisten are ours, and the crops and the fruits
are ours;
Bays and channels, and ships sailing in and out, are ours--and we
over all,
Over the area spread below, the three or four millions of square
miles--the capitals,
The forty millions of people--O bard! in life and death supreme,
We, even we, henceforth flaunt out masterful, high up above,
Not for the present alone, for a thousand years, chanting through
you,
This song to the soul of one poor little child.
CHILD.
O my father, I like not the houses;
They will never to me be anything--nor do I like money;
But to mount up there I would like, O father dear--that banner I
like;80
That pennant I would be, and must be.
FATHER.
Child of mine, you fill me with anguish;
To be that pennant would be too fearful;
Little you know what it is this day, and after this day, forever;
It is to gain nothing, but risk and defy everything;
Forward to stand in front of wars--and O, such wars!--what have you
to do with them?
With passions of demons, slaughter, premature death?
POET.
Demons and death then I sing;
Put in all, aye all, will I--sword-shaped pennant for war, and banner
so broad and blue,
And a pleasure new and extatic, and the prattled yearning of
children,90
Blent with the sounds of the peaceful land, and the liquid wash of
the sea;
And the black ships, fighting on the sea, enveloped in smoke;
And the icy cool of the far, far north, with rustling cedars and
pines;
And the whirr of drums, and the sound of soldiers marching, and the
hot sun shining south;
And the beech-waves combing over the beach on my eastern shore, and
my western shore the same;
And all between those shores, and my ever running Mississippi, with
bends and chutes;
And my Illinois fields, and my Kansas fields, and my fields of
Missouri;
The CONTINENT--devoting the whole identity, without reserving an
atom,
Pour in! whelm that which asks, which sings, with all, and the yield
of all.
BANNER AND PENNANT.
Aye all! for ever, for all!100
From sea to sea, north and south, east and west,
(The war is completed, the price is paid, the title is settled beyond
recall;)
Fusing and holding, claiming, devouring the whole;
No more with tender lip, nor musical labial sound,
But, out of the night emerging for good, our voice persuasive no
more,
Croaking like crows here in the wind.
POET.
(Finale.)
My limbs, my veins dilate;
The blood of the world has fill'd me full--my theme is clear at last:
--Banner so broad, advancing out of the night, I sing you haughty and
resolute;
I burst through where I waited long, too long, deafen'd and
blinded;110
My sight, my hearing and tongue, are come to me, (a little child
taught me;)
I hear from above, O pennant of war, your ironical call and demand;
Insensate! insensate! (yet I at any rate chant you,) O banner!
Not houses of peace indeed are you, nor any nor all their prosperity,
(if need be, you shall again have every one of those houses to
destroy them;
You thought not to destroy those valuable houses, standing fast, full
of comfort, built with money;
May they stand fast, then? Not an hour, except you, above them and
all, stand fast;)
--O banner! not money so precious are you, not farm produce you, nor
the material good nutriment,
Nor excellent stores, nor landed on wharves from the ships;
Not the superb ships, with sail-power or steam-power, fetching and
carrying cargoes,
Nor machinery, vehicles, trade, nor revenues,--But you, as henceforth
I see you,120
Running up out of the night, bringing your cluster of stars, (ever-
enlarging stars;)
Divider of day-break you, cutting the air, touch'd by the sun,
measuring the sky,
(Passionately seen and yearn'd for by one poor little child,
While others remain busy, or smartly talking, forever teaching
thrift, thrift;)
O you up there! O pennant! where you undulate like a snake, hissing
so curious,
Out of reach--an idea only--yet furiously fought for, risking bloody
death--loved by me!
So loved! O you banner leading the day, with stars brought from the
night!
Valueless, object of eyes, over all and demanding all--(absolute
owner of ALL)--O banner and pennant!
I too leave the rest--great as it is, it is nothing--houses, machines
are nothing--I see them not;
I see but you, O warlike pennant! O banner so broad, with stripes, I
sing you only,130
Flapping up there in the wind.
Editor 1 Interpretation
Sing Of The Banner At Day-Break: A Celebration of American Identity
Walt Whitman is widely regarded as one of the most influential American poets of all time. His work, which embodies the spirit of democracy and individualism, celebrates the beauty of the American landscape and the diversity of its people. One of his most famous poems, "Sing of the Banner at Day-Break" is a testament to his patriotism and his belief in the power of the American spirit.
The poem begins with the line "Sing of the banner at daybreak," which immediately conjures an image of a flag waving in the morning light, a symbol of freedom and hope. Whitman's use of the verb "sing" suggests that this is not simply a poem to be read, but a song to be sung, a call to action for all Americans to join in a celebration of their country.
As the poem continues, Whitman describes the flag in vivid detail, using phrases such as "lovely flag," "fierce emblems," and "triumphant emblem." He also employs repetition, repeating the phrase "the emblem of my land" multiple times throughout the poem. This repetition serves to emphasize the importance of the flag as a symbol of American identity and unity.
Whitman's use of imagery is also noteworthy. He describes the flag as "a sunrise," "a fiery dawn," and "a banner bright." These images evoke a sense of energy and vitality, suggesting that the flag is not simply a static symbol, but a living, breathing entity that embodies the spirit of the American people.
Throughout the poem, Whitman also celebrates the diversity of the American people, referring to "the varied ranks of man" and "the whole beautiful human race." This inclusivity is a hallmark of Whitman's poetry, and is reflective of his belief in the importance of individualism and democracy.
One of the most striking aspects of "Sing of the Banner at Day-Break" is its use of language. Whitman's language is both simple and powerful, making use of short, declarative sentences that pack a punch. He also uses repetition and alliteration, creating a sense of rhythm and momentum that propels the poem forward.
This use of language is reflective of Whitman's belief in the power of words to inspire and uplift. As an advocate for democracy and individualism, he believed that poetry could play a powerful role in shaping the national consciousness, and "Sing of the Banner at Day-Break" is a perfect example of this.
In conclusion, "Sing of the Banner at Day-Break" is a celebration of American identity and unity, a testament to the power of the American spirit. Through his use of vivid imagery, inclusive language, and powerful repetition, Whitman creates a poem that is both inspiring and uplifting, a call to action for all Americans to come together and celebrate their country.
Editor 2 Analysis and Explanation
Poetry Sing Of The Banner At Day-Break: A Celebration of American Patriotism
Walt Whitman's "Poetry Sing Of The Banner At Day-Break" is a classic poem that celebrates American patriotism and the spirit of freedom. Written in 1865, the poem reflects the optimism and hope that characterized the post-Civil War era in America. Whitman's use of vivid imagery and powerful language captures the essence of the American spirit and the ideals that the country stands for.
The poem begins with the line, "Poetry sing of the banner at day-break!" This line sets the tone for the rest of the poem, which is a celebration of the American flag and what it represents. The flag is a symbol of freedom, democracy, and the American way of life. Whitman's use of the word "banner" emphasizes the importance of the flag as a symbol of national pride and unity.
The second stanza of the poem describes the flag as it is raised in the morning. Whitman writes, "Up with the banner bright, unfurl'd, / Loudly and joyfully welcome the morn." The imagery of the flag being raised against the backdrop of the morning sky is a powerful symbol of hope and renewal. The flag represents a new day, a new beginning, and a new opportunity for Americans to come together and work towards a better future.
In the third stanza, Whitman describes the flag as it waves in the wind. He writes, "Waving high and wide, / Over city and prairie wide, / Over forest and mountain-tide." This imagery emphasizes the vastness and diversity of America. The flag represents all Americans, regardless of their background or beliefs. It is a symbol of unity and strength in the face of adversity.
The fourth stanza of the poem is perhaps the most powerful. Whitman writes, "Flag of the free heart's only home, / By angel hands to valor given, / Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, / And all thy hues were born in heaven." This stanza emphasizes the spiritual and divine nature of the American flag. The flag is not just a symbol of freedom and democracy, but also a symbol of God's grace and blessing upon America.
The final stanza of the poem is a call to action. Whitman writes, "Forever float that standard sheet! / Where breathes the foe but falls before us, / With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, / And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us!" This stanza emphasizes the importance of defending American freedom and democracy. The flag is not just a symbol of these ideals, but also a call to action for all Americans to defend them.
In conclusion, Walt Whitman's "Poetry Sing Of The Banner At Day-Break" is a powerful celebration of American patriotism and the spirit of freedom. The poem captures the essence of the American spirit and the ideals that the country stands for. Whitman's use of vivid imagery and powerful language emphasizes the importance of the American flag as a symbol of national pride and unity. The poem is a call to action for all Americans to defend their freedom and democracy, and to work towards a better future for themselves and their country.
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