Poets to Come!

Poem

Poets to Come

Poets to come! orators, singers, musicians to come!
Not to-day is to justify me and answer what I am for,
But you, a new brood, native, athletic, continental, greater
than before known,
Arouse! for you must justify me.

I myself but write one or two indicative words for the
future,
I but advance a moment only to wheel and hurry back in
the darkness.

I am a man who, sauntering along without fully stopping,
turns a 
casual look upon you and then averts his face,
Leaving it to you to prove and define it,
Expecting the main things from you.

Walt Whitman

Music

The Firebird, Disappearance of the Palace and Dissolution of Kashchei's Enchantments, Stravinsky
Simon Rattle, City of Birmingham Symphony Orchestra

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