Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, ALL IS TRUTH, by WALT WHITMAN

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ALL IS TRUTH, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: O me, man of slack faith so long
Last Line: And sing and laugh and deny nothing.
Subject(s): Truth

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 any thing I see or am,
And sing and laugh and deny nothing.

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