Come Up From The Fields, Father

Walt Whitman 1819 (West Hills) – 1892 (Camden)



Come up from the fields, father, here's a letter from our Pete;
   And come to the front door, mother-here's a letter from thy dear
         son.

   Lo, 'tis autumn;
   Lo, where the trees, deeper green, yellower and redder,
   Cool and sweeten Ohio's villages, with leaves fluttering in the
         moderate wind;
   Where apples ripe in the orchards hang, and grapes on the trellis'd
         vines;
   (Smell you the smell of the grapes on the vines?
   Smell you the buckwheat, where the bees were lately buzzing?)

   Above all, lo, the sky, so calm, so transparent after the rain, and
         with wondrous clouds;
   Below, too, all calm, all vital and beautiful-and the farm prospers
         well.                                                        10

   Down in the fields all prospers well;
   But now from the fields come, father-come at the daughter's call;
   And come to the entry, mother-to the front door come, right away.

   Fast as she can she hurries-something ominous-her steps trembling;
   She does not tarry to smoothe her hair, nor adjust her cap.

   Open the envelope quickly;
   O this is not our son's writing, yet his name is sign'd;
   O a strange hand writes for our dear son-O stricken mother's soul!
   All swims before her eyes-flashes with black-she catches the main
         words only;
   Sentences broken-gun-shot wound in the breast, cavalry skirmish,
         taken to hospital,                                           20
   At present low, but will soon be better.

   Ah, now, the single figure to me,
   Amid all teeming and wealthy Ohio, with all its cities and farms,
   Sickly white in the face, and dull in the head, very faint,
   By the jamb of a door leans.

   Grieve not so, dear mother, (the just-grown daughter speaks through
         her sobs;
   The little sisters huddle around, speechless and dismay'd ;)
   See, dearest mother, the letter says Pete will soon be better.

   Alas, poor boy, he will never be better, (nor may-be needs to be
         better, that brave and simple soul ;)
   While they stand at home at the door, he is dead already;          30
   The only son is dead.

   But the mother needs to be better;
   She, with thin form, presently drest in black;
   By day her meals untouch'd-then at night fitfully sleeping, often
         waking,
   In the midnight waking, weeping, longing with one deep longing,
   O that she might withdraw unnoticed-silent from life, escape and
         withdraw,
   To follow, to seek, to be with her dear dead son.

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Submitted on May 13, 2011

Modified on April 28, 2023

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Scheme AXB XCXDAEEF GXXH HXX FX IDJXIXXC IXXX XXXC IJIX CXBFFGXB
Closest metre Iambic pentameter
Characters 2,507
Words 391
Stanzas 10
Stanza Lengths 3, 8, 4, 3, 2, 8, 4, 4, 4, 8

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