Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman, on reading you, Read I into the making of Your mind, Mind and mood And mentality, Dram and vision, Visionary glides And clutching Of your own A poet you were transcendental, Cosmic and metaphysical, Of cosmic vision And metaphysical dimension Were you A vagabond, A gipsy, A wanderer, A seafarer, A mariner, A map-maker A tourist and a traveller, A cartographer, A landscapist and an imagist, A flier, A dreamer, You were transcendental, Cosmic And metaphysical, Vedic, Upanishadic And Puranic, A narrativist of a masterstroke As your thirst was thirst for knowledge, Knowledge and wisdom, A realisation of the self And saw you it In the oneness of souls, The Universal Mind, The Unity of Souls, In Atman saw you Parmatman, The Atman leading to the Parmatman, A self-knowledge Rarely comprehensible Which understood you In confidence.