Native Moments

Walt Whitman (1819–1892) · 1855–1892

Free verse · 15 lines · from Leaves of Grass

Native moments--when you come upon me--ah you are here now,Give me now libidinous joys only,Give me the drench of my passions, give me life coarse and rank,To-day I go consort with Nature’s darlings, to-night too,I am for those who believe in loose delights, I share the midnightorgies of young men,I dance with the dancers and drink with the drinkers,The echoes ring with our indecent calls, I pick out some low personfor my dearest friend,He shall be lawless, rude, illiterate, he shall be one condemn’d byothers for deeds done,I will play a part no longer, why should I exile myself from my companions?O you shunn’d persons, I at least do not shun you,I come forthwith in your midst, I will be your poet,I will be more to you than to any of the rest.

Words in this poem

libidinous a.
Having lustful desires; characterized by lewdness; sensual; lascivious. [L. libidinosus, fr. libido, libidinis, pleasure, desire, lust, fr. libet, lubet, it pleases: cf. F. libidineux. See Lief.]
shall v. i.
To owe; to be under obligation for. [OE. shal, schal, imp. sholde, scholde, AS. scal, sceal, I am obliged, imp. scolde, sceolde, inf. sculan; akin to OS. skulan, pres. skal, imp. skolda, D. zullen,]
forthwith adv.
Immediately; without delay; directly.

Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.

About this text

Native Moments is in the public domain. This text is taken from Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg ebook #1322; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Walt Whitman, Native Moments, in Leaves of Grass (1855–1892), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #1322, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/whitman-leaves/native-moments.html, id L03857.

Form and metre

Native Moments is 15 lines in a single stanza. 92% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 12.6 syllables. 5 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 20% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

Measured by Laurel's pipeline, not copied from a handbook: how stress and metre are counted, how rhyme is lettered, how a drifted rhyme is found. Where the dictionary cannot confirm a rhyme the letter is withheld, not guessed.

Rhyme words, stanza by stanza

The word that ends each line, lettered by the rhyme it makes; a dash is a line whose rhyme the dictionary could not confirm.

  1. 1 ---A-B-B--B-A-- now · only · rank · tooA · midnight · menB · drinkers · personB · friend · by · doneB · companions · youA · poet · rest
Scansion, line by line

Each line with its syllable count and the stresses the words themselves fix: / stressed, ˘ unstressed, · a syllable the word leaves free and the metre decides. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
Native moments--when you come upon me--ah you are here now,15/˘/˘···········
Give me now libidinous joys only,10···˘/˘˘·/˘
Give me the drench of my passions, give me life coarse and rank,14······/˘······
To-day I go consort with Nature’s darlings, to-night too,14····˘/·/˘/˘···
I am for those who believe in loose delights, I share the midnight16·····˘/··˘/···/·
orgies of young men,5/˘···
I dance with the dancers and drink with the drinkers,12····/˘····/˘
The echoes ring with our indecent calls, I pick out some low person18·/˘··/˘˘/˘······/˘
for my dearest friend,5··/˘·
He shall be lawless, rude, illiterate, he shall be one condemn’d by17···/˘·˘/˘˘····˘/·
others for deeds done,5/˘···
I will play a part no longer, why should I exile myself from my companions?20······/˘···/··/··˘/˘
O you shunn’d persons, I at least do not shun you,12···/˘·······
I come forthwith in your midst, I will be your poet,13··//·······/˘
I will be more to you than to any of the rest.13········/˘···

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