The Beauty of Nature and People

Look around you on the beautiful earth, the free air, sky, fields and streets—the people swarming in all directions—All this is common you say—
Now all these things seem to me the most beautiful objects in the world.

Above all, the heavenly aerial beauty,
What is more beautiful than the night, the full moon, and the stars?
Skies so beauteous after a storm,
The sky so calm continues beautiful.
Below too, all calm, all vital and beautiful,
The earth in perfect power and beauty.
O vast rondure, swimming in space,
Cover’d all over with visible power and beauty.

I too throb to the brain and beauty of the earth—
Not the vaunted scenery of the tourist, picturesque,
But the plain landscape, the bleak sea shore, or the barren plain,
And all the growths of the earth,
And the beautiful curious liquid
.
The earth recedes from me into the night, I see that it is beautiful,
And I see that what is not the earth is beautiful.
Everything in the dim light is beautiful,
Peace is always beautiful.

Men and women perceive the beauty well enough,
That last and highest beauty consisting of the full exploitation and fruitage of a human identity—
The beauty of all adventurous and daring persons,
The beauty of wood-boys and wood-men with their clear untrimm’d faces,
The passionate tenacity of hunters, wood-men, early risers, cultivators of gardens and orchards and fields, the love of healthy women for the manly form, seafaring persons, drivers of horses, the passion for light and the open  air—
All is an old varied sign of the unfailing perception of beauty.

The soul is always beautiful,
The invisible spirit of so much beauty and so much innocence;
There is no beauty in man or woman, but as good is in you,
We are the most beautiful to ourselves and in ourselves.

Beautiful are the faces around me, I swear they are all beautiful.
Every one that sleeps is beautiful,
The sleepers are very beautiful as they lie unclothed,

The body—this wondrous and beautiful structure;
In man or woman a clean, strong, firm-fibred body, is more beautiful than the most beautiful face.

I announce myriads of beautiful youths,
The young are beautiful—but the old faces are more beautiful than the young—
Not the beautiful youth, but the bronzed old farmer and father,
Not the beautiful girl or elegant lady, but the mechanic’s wife at work or the mother of many children, middle-aged or old.
Behold a woman!
The sun just shines on her old white head,
Her face is clearer and more beautiful than the 
sky—
So many fine-looking gray hair’d women—healthy and wifely and motherly, and wonderfully charming and beautiful.

Of ugliness­—To me there is just as much in it as there is in beauty;
Beauty grieves and pines as much as the brain which wears a homely face.
And now the ugliness of human beings is acceptable to me,
The most beautiful and attractive men and women I have ever known have been technically homely.

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