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I get some weird looks and comments when people see or hear about my obsession with axes. The term axe murderer has been mentioned jokingly more then once. I can't blame people, as we are so far removed from this object these days, a Chinese made blunt instrument at the hardware store is about all most will ever know about axes.
But for those of us in the special club, we know it's more than even a tool, maybe more symbolic then all tools. I always knew it back in my mind, but could never do it justice trying to express it. But a few weeks ago I was thumbing through a cheap paperback of Walt Whitmans collected works in "the office" (that's where I keep it, like Walt from Breaking Bad
)
and I spotted a poem I had never noticed before. I will post the first couple of stanzas and a link if anyone is interested in the rest of it.
I hope you enjoy!
Song of the Broad Axe
1
Weapon shapely, naked, wan,
Head from the mother's bowels drawn,
Wooded flesh and metal bone, limb only one and lip only one,
Gray-blue leaf by red-heat grown, helve produced from a little seed sown,
Resting the grass amid and upon,
To be lean'd and to lean on.
Strong shapes and attributes of strong shapes, masculine trades,
sights and sounds.
Long varied train of an emblem, dabs of music,
Fingers of the organist skipping staccato over the keys of the great organ.
2
Welcome are all earth's lands, each for its kind,
Welcome are lands of pine and oak,
Welcome are lands of the lemon and fig,
Welcome are lands of gold,
Welcome are lands of wheat and maize, welcome those of the grape,
Welcome are lands of sugar and rice,
Welcome the cotton-lands, welcome those of the white potato and
sweet potato,
Welcome are mountains, flats, sands, forests, prairies,
Welcome the rich borders of rivers, table-lands, openings,
Welcome the measureless grazing-lands, welcome the teeming soil of
orchards, flax, honey, hemp;
Welcome just as much the other more hard-faced lands,
Lands rich as lands of gold or wheat and fruit lands,
Lands of mines, lands of the manly and rugged ores,
Lands of coal, copper, lead, tin, zinc,
Lands of iron--lands of the make of the axe.
http://classiclit.about.com/library/bl-etexts/wwhitman/bl-ww-axe.htm
But for those of us in the special club, we know it's more than even a tool, maybe more symbolic then all tools. I always knew it back in my mind, but could never do it justice trying to express it. But a few weeks ago I was thumbing through a cheap paperback of Walt Whitmans collected works in "the office" (that's where I keep it, like Walt from Breaking Bad

and I spotted a poem I had never noticed before. I will post the first couple of stanzas and a link if anyone is interested in the rest of it.
I hope you enjoy!
Song of the Broad Axe
1
Weapon shapely, naked, wan,
Head from the mother's bowels drawn,
Wooded flesh and metal bone, limb only one and lip only one,
Gray-blue leaf by red-heat grown, helve produced from a little seed sown,
Resting the grass amid and upon,
To be lean'd and to lean on.
Strong shapes and attributes of strong shapes, masculine trades,
sights and sounds.
Long varied train of an emblem, dabs of music,
Fingers of the organist skipping staccato over the keys of the great organ.
2
Welcome are all earth's lands, each for its kind,
Welcome are lands of pine and oak,
Welcome are lands of the lemon and fig,
Welcome are lands of gold,
Welcome are lands of wheat and maize, welcome those of the grape,
Welcome are lands of sugar and rice,
Welcome the cotton-lands, welcome those of the white potato and
sweet potato,
Welcome are mountains, flats, sands, forests, prairies,
Welcome the rich borders of rivers, table-lands, openings,
Welcome the measureless grazing-lands, welcome the teeming soil of
orchards, flax, honey, hemp;
Welcome just as much the other more hard-faced lands,
Lands rich as lands of gold or wheat and fruit lands,
Lands of mines, lands of the manly and rugged ores,
Lands of coal, copper, lead, tin, zinc,
Lands of iron--lands of the make of the axe.
http://classiclit.about.com/library/bl-etexts/wwhitman/bl-ww-axe.htm