Among the mountains, hills, streams, waterfalls, and copses the little boy played, rejoicing in the delights of freedom that stimulated his dreams and reveries. We fell them down and turn them into paper that we may record our emptiness. Much of what Gibran gave to the world he owed to his homeland, particularly his acute awareness of the interchange of cultural and artistic influences by which Lebanon is so enriched, a land which provided the social and geographical context for so many of his works.
Perhaps most of all he was indebted to Lebanon for his awareness of the inestimable blessings that flow from the harmonious coexistence of differing peoples and faiths, as well as his vivid apprehension of the catastrophes that must inevitably result from the breakdown of such religious and social harmony. His desire to reconcile Christianity and Islam, as well as being instinctive, was practical in that he foresaw the dangers of sectarianism in Lebanon as well as the insidious Western interventionist policies that such division would provoke.
The Spirit of the West is our friend if we accept him, but our enemy if we are possessed by him; our friend if we open our hearts to him, our enemy if we yield him our hearts; our friend if we take from that which suits us, our enemy if we let ourselves be used to suit him. Published just as the war ended in , and for all its oriental garb, the anxious mood of The Madman could be understood by a generation who had known the horrors of the epoch just past. The impact was immediate and within a year The Madman had been translated into French, Italian, and Russian. He might have enlisted and helped liberate his country from the Turks — his pacifism lapsing as stories of atrocities reached America — but, never benefiting from a strong constitution, he decided instead to act as a mouthpiece for the Arab cause in the West.
He also helped organize a League of Liberation, and was instrumental in the formation of a relief committee which raised funds to combat the famine that was sweeping the Middle East during those terrible years. As a student he drew up plans for a Beirut opera house with two domes symbolizing the reconciliation of Christianity and Islam.
Although his dream never bore fruit, his writings through the years reflect his desire to merge the Sufi Muslim tradition with the Christian mystical heritage of his background — a dream realized in his portrayal of Almustafa, the eponymous prophet, both a Christ figure and the universal man of Muslim civilization — representing the literary and philosophical meeting-point between the spiritual traditions of East and West.
Every nation has as part of its heritage an inspirational heroic myth. The Irish have the figure of Cuchulain, whose name and mighty deeds are a symbol of national consciousness and aspiration. Christians in Lebanon have Jesus Christ who, as a leader of men, refuses to combat ignorance and intolerance with weapons other than peaceful ones.
For Gibran Jesus was the supreme figure of all ages: His life is the symbol of Humanity. He shall always be the supreme figure of all ages and in Him we shall always find mystery, passion, love, imagination, tragedy, beauty, romance and truth. Arrabitah, by liberating Arabic poetry from stupor and decadence, transformed the literary art in every sphere of its activities65 and instigated a renaissance in Arabic creativity. Living five thousand miles away from the stern and sanctimonious gaze of those whose vision could not transcend the inherited and inhibitive methods of their age, this first true rebel in Arabic literature76 enjoyed an unparalleled freedom that allowed him to revolutionize the literary sensibility of the time.
His conscious concern was an artistic one, capable of answering the forces within the field of poetry itself, which in the early part of the century yearned for a change in form, language, attitude, and content. Its time had come, and although the Arab Romantic movement came into being with the rise of Arab nationalism, it could not be identified with it.
Unable to harness himself to the yoke of traditional meter, he was rarely able to translate his poetic vision into the outworn forms of traditional verse. His experimentation in prose rather than poetry allowed him to perfect the prose-poem as a new genre, freeing him from the established poetic diction of the decadent period in Arabic literature. He was therefore able to create a totally new rhythm with a life of its own, emanating from within the syntactical framework, and, as such, his poetic prose, or prose poetry, constitutes a unique contribution to modern Arabic literature.
It took the poet more than eleven years assiduously to perfect the unity of a message he mirrored through text and pictorial medium. Gibran awaited his moment before publishing The Prophet. As World War I drew to a close, he wrote: They are hungry for beauty, for truth. Within a month all 1, copies of the first edition had been sold. He told an interviewer: His vehicles of expression — the epigram, the parable, the short essay, poetry, the apophthegm, and the prose-poem — were sometimes interspersed with powerfully symbolic artwork.
Such assaults represented the wildest insubordination to the status quo, and he was vilified and condemned as a heretic. In addition to attacking both church and state for their obsession with self-glorification, power, and wealth, throughout his writings — right up to his last work, The Wanderer — Gibran attacked fanaticism, extremism, and injustice in all its forms. He once told her: She paid for him to live and study in Paris and on his return the patroness and poet fell in love. Early in February after an intense bout of work he wrote to Mary: He was restricted by the poetic needs of the time to follow a career of liberating both the form and the spirit of literature, but with all these handicaps he could not be both the liberator and the creator of literary works that would transcend his time and yet remain in the lead among a sophisticated reading elite that was constantly growing in number.
It is doubtful whether any other writer who has attained such global popularity has been so neglected. Lawrence, and Amy Lowell — none of the leading journals in the West reviewed his books when they were published. They invariably omitted Gibran from surveys of modern American literature — reflecting an inability to come to terms with literature that falls outside conventional terms of reference. Unlike his contemporaries Eliot, Pound, and Yeats, Gibran had no wish to refine the English language to meet the realities of the age, but yearned to inject into it the priceless values of the mysticism of the East.
Driven by a mechanistic Weltanschauung, the Western mind has often been arrogantly unresponsive to mysticism, blatantly rejecting any vision of the unity of culture. Over recent decades, however, this piecemeal consciousness of the Western mind has begun to wither. If Europe is to have a new renaissance comparable with that which came from the wedding of Christianity with the Greek and Latin culture it must, I think, come from a second wedding of Christianity with the culture of the East.
Our own words to each other bring us no surprise. It is only when a voice comes from India or China or Arabia that we get the thrill of strangeness from the beauty, and we feel that it might inspire another of the great cultural passions of humanity. There is a certain affinity of spirit and sentiment toward language; a common devotion to the manner of expression; a heady delight in the hypnotic rhythm of the music of speech and a deep awareness of the mystical elements that permeate the landscape of mist and mountain, desert and moonlit night.
MAN AND POET In one atom are found all the elements of the earth; in one motion of the mind are found the motions of all the laws of existence; in one drop of water are found the secrets of all the endless oceans; in one aspect of you are found all the aspects of existence. The image of the morning sun in a dewdrop is not less than the sun. You and the stone are one. There is a difference only in heart-beats. Your heart beats a little faster, does it, my friend? Aye, but it is not so tranquil. His views represented a significant new departure in Arabic literature which previously had usually treated the natural world as either a force to be reckoned with or as an ornament evoking little save aesthetic appreciation.
For Gibran everything separate and closed within itself must perish for lack of a principle of renewal. This renewal requires mutuality and within this matrix human destiny is irrevocably linked with that of the cosmos; only by the giving and receiving of energies can cosmic harmony be maintained. Such tales should be seen as Arab meditations recast in the English idiom, albeit one that is in itself a translation from an oriental original. It is for these reasons that any ethnocentric evaluation of Gibran according to the standards of purely Anglo-American literary tradition is inherently deficient.
There are those who have criticized him as being effusive, sentimental, and melodramatic: To be popular one does not have to be good. They are almost mutually exclusive. Few have appreciated the essentially Lebanese character of the man and acknowledged the influences that shaped his art and poetry — the blend being no amalgam but a visionary phenomenon entirely his own. The existing critical apparatus of Western literary criticism lacks the relevant criteria by which to judge Gibran, and opinions of his work have swung violently from the eulogistic to the condemnatory.
The Prophet does indeed hold an ambiguous position in the field of English literature — it is neither pure literature, nor pure philosophy, and as an Arab work written in English it belongs exclusively to a unique tradition — and some critics suggest that it is time to adopt a new critical mechanism for assessing this type of literature deriving from two separate cultural traditions and bound by the prejudices and restrictions of neither.
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Some exhibit a prevailing melancholy for the cruel waste of life lost to poverty, injustice, and institutionalized violence. In an age when it was not fashionable to do so Gibran became one of the most fervent and outspoken champions of human rights. He waged a long, ferocious, and sometimes bitter battle against the vicious inequalities that exist between men and women, religious extremism, feudalism, and the sublimation of love in the name of tradition.
There is also a message of conciliation for those who struggle to be free from the shackles of nationalism, sectarianism, and medievalism. Like his contemporary P. Denis, the young Garibaldi, and Albert Pinkham Ryder being just a part of his eminent portfolio. We find too a blundering businessman who once provoked an exasperated partner to cry: That I may be a little less foolish next time. His atmospheric writings reveal the penetrating vision of a seer, who, without crusading or preaching, warns of the terrible dangers that befall an epoch intent on border consciousness, material greed, and blistering yet blind change.
His work, set forth in the form of a simple lyrical beauty and a profound depth of meaning for all who endeavor to seek it, applies dynamically and with striking timelessness to the momentous challenges of today. Towering above is Mount Lebanon. A strong, sturdy man with fair skin and blue eyes, he had received only a basic education, yet was a man of considerable charm who liked to cut a dash.
I admired him for his power — his honesty and integrity. It was his daring to be himself, his outspokenness and refusal to yield, that got him into trouble eventually. If hundreds were about him, he could command them with a word. He could overpower any number by any expression of himself. The boy never felt very close to this autocratic, temperamental man who was hostile to his artistic nature5 and was not a loving person. Kamileh Rahmeh was the daughter of a Maronite clergyman named Istiphan Rahmeh. She is described as a thin, graceful woman with a slight pallor in her cheeks and a shade of melancholy in her eyes.
However, like many Lebanese of his time, he emigrated to Brazil to seek his fortune, but while he was there he died, leaving Kamileh with a son Boutros or Peter. After the birth of her son Kahlil, two daughters were born to the couple, Marianna8 in and Sultanah9 in In contrast to her husband, Kamileh was an indulgent and loving parent, and ambitious for her children. Although without formal education, which at the time was considered useless, if not dangerous, for women,10 she possessed an intelligence and wisdom that had an enormous influence on her younger son, who later said of her: The mother is every thing — she is our consolation in sorrow, our hope in misery, and our strength in weakness.
She is the source of love, mercy, sympathy, and forgiveness. Using a ritual alive with the Aramaic tongue of Jesus and a liturgy that is among the oldest and most moving in the Christian Church, the Maronites were able to protect their traditions due to the physical remoteness of the mountain region. Although life was hard it was not unendurable, and the rugged and resourceful villagers eked out a living on the thin crust of the soil. II However, the people of Lebanon faced a threat more terrifying than poverty.
Only a generation before, the country had been propelled into a terrible civil war. Sectarian violence which broke out in reached shocking proportions in , in one of the most terrible religious massacres in history. Pillage, plunder, and the burning of villages and towns were common occurrences, resulting in streams of refugees. In all more than 30, Christians, mainly Maronites and Greek Orthodox, were massacred in this dark age by the Druze, with the encouragement of the Ottomans.
Of all the provinces living under the oppressive rule of the Ottoman empire — which stretched from Hungary to the Arabian Peninsula and up to North Africa — Lebanon seemed to be the most modern. Over the centuries it had opened up to Western influences, and the people of Lebanon possessed a high level of literacy because of a variety of schools founded by European missions. Since the Turks had extended their empire to include Lebanon in , under the illustrious Sulayman I, Lebanese history had been dominated by two rulers, whose attempts over the years to impose political unity and secure national autonomy failed with the tragic events of The first of these rulers was Fakhr-al-Din, a Druze feudal lord who ruled from to The Druze constituted one of the major confessional groups in Lebanon.
Unlike the Maronites, who were considered second-class citizens under Ottoman rule, the Druze enjoyed full civil rights, although they too were not universally accepted in the Muslim world. Fakhr-al-Din, realizing the economic and political potential associated with cultivating Maronite links with Europe through their historical connections with Rome, granted them full civil liberty and religious freedom.
He was thus able to pursue his own ambitions, commanding, for the first time in Lebanese history, a united front of Christian and Druze leaders. At the same time, a wave of westernization swept the country, with European merchants and technicians bringing their skills to the feudal country. By the beginning of the nineteenth century European influence had already penetrated into the Arab world.
In Napoleon had captured Egypt, bringing with him cherished Western ideals such as social justice, the scientific method, and individual liberty. However, Napoleon compromised such ideals of the French Enlightenment in favor of building French imperialistic glory. Along with the European invasion came missionaries whose aim was to spread their own particular faith which they believed to be the only true one — although they did contribute significantly to society in the building of schools, hospitals, and clinics.
However, bitter theological disputes and controversies erupted, instigated by the very people who purported to preach the gospel of love. As a consequence, the gulf between Christians, Muslims, and Druze widened, as did divisions between the various Christian communities.
Under Bashir II a second period of westernization began. Machinery and modern engineering were introduced and new roads were built connecting the villages with the coast and its ports. In the Turkish overlords demanded extra levels of taxation. Bashir, not wishing to offend the Druze, demanded more tax from the Maronites. Over the years, some of the Maronite hierarchy — its metropolitans and bishops — had become worldly, greedy, and corrupt as their secular power had increased. The General Uprising, organized by Maronite priests and monks, openly challenged entrenched privilege, both feudal and ecclesiastical.
Westernization, meanwhile, led to the emergence in the towns of wealthy middle-class Christian communities who controlled commerce and industry. The Druze, untouched by progressive influence, were easily exploited by their leaders, who, desiring to fulfill their own ambitions, encouraged and fueled sectarianism whenever possible. Thus arose the confused situation in which economic and political unrest could not be distinguished from religious strife, and in which the latter, combined with feudalism, was ultimately able to derail the country from its path toward progress.
Hoping to capitalize on the growing unrest, the European powers — who were greedily competing for the spoils of a disintegrating Ottoman empire — cynically promoted bloody civil war in Lebanon.
The Ottomans themselves also encouraged division and enmity, believing that ultimately their own self-interests would be furthered. The Western powers availed themselves of pretexts for intervention, thus furthering their own expansionist policies. When the growing mistrust flared into open hostility in , the Ottoman policy was to aid the Druze by promising the fleeing Christians safe haven. Disarming them thus, the Druze were free to butcher them, young and old together. The Protestant missionaries and their converts, antagonistic to the Maronites and Orthodox, were not a threat to the Druze, Ottoman, or Muslim authorities, and largely escaped the persecution.
During this destruction the villagers of Bisharri relied on their ancient instinct for survival and retreated to the impregnable fortress of the mountain. In Spirits Rebellious, published forty-eight years after the massacres, Gibran laments the terrible suffering endured by his people: How long is a neighbor to threaten his neighbor near the tomb of the beloved?
How long are the Cross and the Crescent to remain apart before the eyes of God? His parents set an example, refusing to perpetuate religious prejudice and bigotry in their daily lives. A story is told of how one afternoon the small boy saw a stranger driving a mule with two skin bottles on its back, selling olive oil. An old woman with a rosary in her hand asked for some oil. After bartering over the price, the old woman asked the stranger what denomination he was. If there was no paper to be found in the house he would go outside and spend hours sketching shapes and figures on the fresh snow.
In his fourth spring he busily dug some holes in the ground and carefully planted tiny scraps of paper, hoping that the summer harvest would provide him with a plentiful supply of paper. If he ran out of paper to draw on, the young artist would improvise and continue his drawings on the walls. He used to put the lead on the fire to melt and then fill the two halves of the can with fine moist sand. Then pressing the image in between the two, he would scrape away the sand that squeezed out, put the two halves together again and pour the lead into the mold until the image had cooled23 — the innovative and curious little boy always inventing, planning, creating.
When he was eight they took him to the sea for the first time. He remembered the impressions vividly: The sea and the sky were of one colour. There was no horizon and the water was full of the large Eastern sailing vessels with sails all set. As we passed across the mountains, suddenly I saw what looked like an immeasurable heaven and the ships sailing in it. At last he grew bold enough to address the stranger and asked him what he was doing.
The moon drew a fine veil across the City of the Sun and stillness enveloped all creation. And the awesome ruins rose like giants mocking at nocturnal things.
In that hour two forms without substance appeared out of the void like mist ascending from the surface of a lake. As a child of three, he would tear off his clothes and run out into the fierce storms that lashed the mountain. His mother, fearing for his safety, would run out after the ecstatic boy, lift him into her arms, and carry him back to the house where his frozen body would be rubbed with alcohol.
But the child was irrepressible, and time and time again he would run out into storms, instinctively drawn to the awesome majesty of nature. Later in life Gibran expressed much of this love for storm and tempest in the images he used in his writings and paintings. In one of his Arabic works called The Tempest, set amidst a raging storm, a hermit reveals his wisdom to a young man: One thing dazzling and alone. It is a flame that suddenly rages within the spirit and sears and purifies the heart, ascending above the earth and hovering in the spacious sky.
A storm is the only thing in nature that frees my heart from little cares and little pains. A storm always awakens whatever passion there is in me. I become eager — and eagerness in me must always seek relief in work. I often picture myself living on a mountain top, in the most stormy country not the coldest in the world.
Is there such a place? If there is I shall go to it someday and turn my heart into pictures and poems. Khalil the father, whose heavy drinking fueled his imperious temper, showed little inclination to shoulder the responsibilities of a young family. He frittered away his small income, preferring the gambling games of domma and taoula to the backbreaking labor of a peasant. In an atmosphere of distressing poverty and bitter recriminations between a drunken father and intimidated mother, the young boy had to draw upon his own inner wellsprings of strength.
The sources came from the beauty of the natural world that lay all around him, and from a deeply innate creative urge. This ingenious mind and precocious intelligence were allied with an intense love of solitude. And from the caverns echo the chimes as if all Nature joins in reverent prayer.
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Here he would sit for hours sketching. This love of solitude, which marked Gibran out from many of his peers, fired his artistic, emotional, and spiritual life. People say such complicated things about my drawings. An English critic has written about my book of drawings, and oh! And actually when I read all these things that are sometimes said, I feel almost as if I were cheating. The only way to work is to do everything with the best that is in you. With the deepest heart of the heart and with the Eyes that are the fountain of the tears.
I know living poets who never write from their inmost selves. They fear to be alone. And it hurts to be alone with themselves. They will not face that pain. If there is anything in my work that draws people, it is probably that something that speaks to the aloneness in each one of us.
I love to be alone. Then they are dear to me. It rouses something bitter in me. His cousin fractured a leg, and Kahlil broke his shoulder and suffered deep cuts to his head. You remember Selim Dahir?
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He was a poet, a doctor, a painter, a teacher, yet he never would write or paint as an artist. But he lives in other lives. Everybody was different for knowing him. All Becharry [sic]43 was different. Everybody loved him so much. I loved him very much, and he made me feel very free to talk to him. These men and women, living in the free air of the mountain, possessed a dignity that left a deep impression on Gibran.
He was particularly drawn to the young shepherds who, despite their lack of formal schooling, captured his imagination with the brilliance of their extemporaneous verse, the melody of their songs, and the music of their flutes. Gibran never forgot the evenings he spent under the star-studded sky and in many of his writings expressed the mystic beauty of his homeland and her people: My god-state is sustained by the beauty you behold wheresoever you lift your eyes; a beauty that is Nature in all her forms.
A beauty that is a stepping-stone for the wise to the throne of living truth. Amidst this breathtakingly beautiful countryside the seeds of his beliefs and visions were sown. He saw the body of the world as an outward manifestation of the divine essence. To Gibran, boy and man, nature was invested with a life of its own, with spiritual, emotional, and intellectual dimensions; for him it was the link that binds us one to another, within it flowing a divine energy which is the perfect expression of the internal rhythm of all being. To commune with nature was for him akin to a religious experience.
Among the cliffs, gorges, and groves, drenched with the incense of the cedar forests, the boy rejoiced in the sounds and silence of nature. Like the mountain itself, the sacred groves of the cedars are a symbol of life. Since ancient times their shadows have fallen on the profusion of cultures that have enriched Lebanon.
The hardy trees were used by the pharaohs of ancient Egypt to furnish their tombs, by King Solomon in the building of his great temple in Jerusalem, and by the Phoenicians in the building of their mighty boats which brought such gifts as the phonetic alphabet to the world. For thousands of years they had inspired the mystics and poets of Assyria, Chaldea, Greece, and Rome.
All around the young Gibran the cedars stood in silent majesty, echoing his own words: Every springtime the sacred valley would welcome Tammuz Adonais , a Phoenician god of death and resurrection, and young girls would wander among the flowers that carpet the valley floors, looking for the handsome young god. It was also in this sacred valley that St. Marun, the patron saint of Lebanon, first began to teach. The legends surrounding St. Anthony were palpable to the young Maronite Christian wandering in this landscape with its secret caves and mysterious grottoes. The vivid images of this mystical landscape would manifest and weave themselves into his dreams throughout his life.
MAN AND POET magnificence of the landscape, and the many sacred places he had known, provided him too with the solitude that he craved, nurturing in him an inner strength that would remain with him until the end of his life. Reminiscences of his homeland would fill his letters, color his work, and cast his thought.
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He was never to forget the dramatic beauty of the places he had known as a child; a landscape which after became the object of his yearning and a constant source of his inspiration. The things which the child loves remain in the domain of the heart until old age. The most beautiful thing in life is that our souls remain hovering over the places where we once enjoyed ourselves. I am one of those who remembers such places regardless of distance or time. I do not let one single phantom disappear with the cloud, and it is my everlasting remembrance of the past that causes my sorrow sometimes.
But if I had to choose between joy and sorrow, I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart for the joys of the whole world. Think of me when you see the sun coming down toward its setting, spreading its red garment upon the mountains and the valleys as if shedding blood instead of tears as it bids Lebanon farewell. Recall my name when you see the shepherds sitting in the shadow of the trees and blowing their reeds and filling the silent field with soothing music as did Apollo when he was exiled to this world.
Think of me when you see the damsels carrying their earthenware jars with water upon their shoulders. Remember me when you see the Lebanese villager ploughing the earth before the face of the sun, with beads of sweat adorning his forehead while his back is bent under the heavy duty of labour. Remember me when you hear the songs and hymns that Nature has woven from the sinews of moonlight, mingled with the aromatic scent of the valleys, mixed with the frolicsome breeze of the Holy Cedars, and poured into the hearts of the Lebanese.
Amidst intrigue and corruption the elder Gibran found himself facing charges of embezzlement. Long afterwards, Kahlil remembered the morning when the summons was served and how the crowd rode into the courtyard, and his mother stood bravely smiling. Although Kamileh tried to clear his name, her husband was found guilty after three years and all his property was confiscated.
The serious economic situation, exacerbated by a corrupt feudal system, prompted many Lebanese to seek a New World. The exploitation of the people by the governing feudal lords made life extremely difficult for ordinary men and women.
The system suffocated any hope of economic growth and, in addition, an unfair taxation system meant that the weak and the impoverished were caught in a cycle of despair. Gibran in one of his early Arabic works highlighted the reality of life for the poor: In our narrow streets The merchant barters his days only to pay the thieves from the West, And none is there to advise him! In our barren fields The peasant ploughs the earth with his finger-nails, And sows the seeds of his heart and waters them with his tears, And nothing does he harvest save thorns and thistles, And none is there to teach him!
In our empty plains The Bedouin walks bare-foot, naked and hungry And none is there to have mercy upon him — Speak, O Liberty, and teach us. How long are we to build castles and palaces And live but in huts and caves? How long are we to fill granaries and stores And eat nothing but garlic and clover? How long are we to weave silk and wool And be clad in tattered cloth? During the terrifying massacres of this period thousands of refugees fled to Egypt. The first wave of emigration to the New World began. The first Lebanese immigrant to arrive in North America settled in Boston in ,54 the first family55 settled in , and the first emigrant to South America arrived in Rio in after an arduous journey by sailing-ship.
One afternoon Boutros, the oldest son, came home to find his mother in tears. Like many thousands before her, Kamileh found herself faced with a stark choice: They were among 30 million immigrants who poured into the United States during the nineteenth century. Railroads linked the populous East Coast with the rest of the continent, and the revolutions in communications and transportation were beginning to gain momentum with the invention of the telegraph, soon to be followed by the telephone and the automobile.
Americans of the nineteenth century believed in progress and in the unique mission of their nation. For the millions of immigrants like Kamileh and her four children, this was a land born free, a land pregnant with opportunities. With the first accounts of the New World, it was felt that these dreams and yearnings had become reality — a geographical fact. For many the implication was clear: MAN AND POET The first immigrants had the will to conquer these vast territories although the brutal insensitivity of their methods destroyed an entire ancient culture and desecrated lands long held to be sacred.
In the s the immigrants created a republic which they hoped would guide and inspire them in the building of a new world. A process of democratization began, eventually resulting in a variety of reforms, including property rights for women, public education, prison reform, and the abolition of slavery. In time a spreading Romantic movement contributed to this optimism, finding an eloquent spokesman in Walt Whitman, who captured the ebullient mood of nineteenth-century America in his poem Song of Myself: I do not know what is untried and afterward, But I know it will in its turn prove sufficient, and cannot fail.
The land, to Emerson, expressed the same living spirit as the human body; rather than struggling to impose their own historically determined consciousness onto the natural world, men and women should recognize their profound living relationship with the land. To speak truly, few adult persons can see nature. In the woods is perpetual youth. Within these plantations of God, a decorum and a sanctity reign, a perennial festival is dressed, and the guest sees not how he should tire of them in a thousand years.
In the woods we return to reason and faith. There I feel that nothing can befall me, in life, — no disgrace, no calamity leaving me my eyes , which nature cannot repair. Standing on the bare ground. The moral and virtuous character of the American Republic was an inherent cultural assumption among its citizens, and despite those such as the dispossessed Native American Indian, the African snatched from his homeland and sold into slavery, and the hungry immigrant who sensed that rhetoric and reality were worlds apart, most Americans assumed that Thomas Jefferson had been right in when he had stated that life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness in America were self-evident truths.
This mood of optimism and trust in the future was manifest in the high Victorian architecture that had begun to appear in the s. Cast-iron spires, mansard roofs, abundant pillars, and stained glass appeared on government and university buildings, railway stations, and even town houses. The splendor of buildings such as A.
These elegant manifestations of industrial success, however, cast a shadow on the streets of the booming cities. Industrialism, something of which Americans were proud, did not come without a price. Soulless square tenement buildings appeared in expanding urban areas, sucking in immigrant families such as the Gibrans.
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No esta mal, pero tiende a aburrir. Su cabeza estaba erguida, y en Su continente, contemple un vasto proposito y un callado anhelo de ternura. Gibran tuvo la idea genial de hacer hablar sobre Jesus a mas de setenta personas, unas historicamente conocidas y otras de su invencion; unas hablando bien de El y otras mal; pero al final de la obra, el fascinado lector tiene la justa impresion de lo que en realidad debio de ser Jesus.
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