travel | Tiger Riding for Beginners

You road I enter upon and look around, I
   believe you are not all that is here,
 I believe that much unseen is also here.

Here the profound lesson of reception, nor
   preference nor denial,
 The black with his wooly head, the felon,
   the diseas'd, the illiterate person, are not
   denied;
 The birth, the hasting after the physician,
   the beggar's tramp, the drunkard's stagger,
   the laughing party of mechanics,
 The escaped youth, the rich person's 
   carriage, the fop, the eloping couple,

The early market-man, the hearse, the
   moving of furniture into the town, the
   return back from the town,
 They pass, I also pass, any thing passes,
   none can be interdicted,
 None but are accepted, none but shall be
   dear to me.

Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open 
   road,
 Healthy, free, the world before me,
 The long brown path before me leading 
   wherever I choose.

Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself
   am good-fortune,
 Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone
   no more, need nothing,
 Done with indoor complaints, libraries,
   querulous criticisms,
 Strong and content I travel the open road.

The earth, that is sufficient,
 I do not want the constellations any nearer,
 I know they are very well where they are,
 I know they suffice for those who belong to 
   them.

(Still here I carry my old delicious burdens,
 I carry them, men and women, I carry them
   with me wherever I go,
 I swear it is impossible for me to get rid of 
   them,
 I am fill'd with them, and I will fill them in
   return.)