Mon enfant! Will you come travel with me?

Szofi and I stuck at JFK after returning from Europe. Picture by Szofi's mommy.

Szofi (“mon enfant”) and I stuck at JFK after returning from Europe. Picture by Szofi’s mommy.

Following are some selected stanzas from “Poem of the Road,” by Walt Whitman.  The version from which these stanzas are excerpted is found in the 1860 edition of Whitman’s Leaves of Grass.  The selected words remind me of the transformative power of travel, companionship, and family.


Allons! the road is before us!

It is safe—I have tried it—my own feet have tried it well.

Allons! be not detain’d!

Let the paper remain on the desk unwritten, and the book on the shelf unopen’d!

Let the tools remain in the workshop! let the money remain unearn’d!

Let the school stand! mind not the cry of the teacher!

Let the preacher preach in his pulpit! let the lawyer plead in the court, and the judge expound the law.

Mon enfant! I give you my hand!

I give you my love, more precious than money,

I give you myself, before preaching or law;

Will you give me yourself? will you come travel with me?

Shall we stick by each other as long as we live?

4 Responses to “Mon enfant! Will you come travel with me?”

  1. rivertoprambles Says:

    Whitman’s poem is a trip in itself, worth a visit to the bookshelf for a reread of the whole piece. Welcome back!


    • Kenov Says:

      Thanks! And I agree, Whitman really is a trip. I should really spend a great deal more time reading his work and that of his peers.


  2. fliesovernebraska Says:

    Love your blog… Very, very similar to the angle that I am taking with mine. I have the feeling I am really going to enjoy reading your works here forward!


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