That is the first line of Walt Whitman’s poem, ” I was looking for a long while” and I am honestly in awe of someone who I do not know, who lived a century ago. Whitman talked about searching for meaning in pages of history, in the past. He found himself in the present, in the people around him.
I believe that there are certain things that are destined to occur in one’s life, at a particular time. Discovering writers such as Emerson and Whitman was destined to occur this summer, when I could appreciate them. I am becoming more of myself, I believe. I am finding some solace in the fact great thinkers such as Whitman and Emerson, contemplated and wrote words that would one day help a young women from Brooklyn, living in Baltimore, rediscover her love of words and not just words but words that make her think.
I Was Looking a Long While
I was looking a long while for Intentions,
For a clew to the history of the past for myself, and for these chants — and now I have found it,
It is not in those paged fables in the libraries, (them I neither accept nor reject,)
It is no more in the legends than in all else,
It is in the present — it is this earth to-day,
It is in Democracy — (the purport and aim of all the past,)
It is the life of one man or one woman to-day — the average man of to-day,
It is in languages, social customs, literatures, arts,
It is in the broad show of artificial things, ships, machinery, politics, creeds, modern improvements, and the interchange of nations,
All for the modern — all for the average man of to-day.