Walt Whitman Poems on Beauty (48 Poems)

A Riddle Song (Walt Whitman Poems)

THAT which eludes this verse and any verse,Unheard by sharpest ear, unform’d in clearest eye or cunningest mind,Nor lore nor fame, nor happiness nor wealth,And yet the pulse of every heart and life throughout the worldincessantly,Which you and I and … Continue reading →

A child said, What is the grass? (Walt Whitman Poems)

A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with fullhands;How could I answer the child?. . . .I do not know what itis any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, … Continue reading →

A Sight In Camp (Walt Whitman Poems)

A SIGHT in camp in the day-break grey and dim,As from my tent I emerge so early, sleepless,As slow I walk in the cool fresh air, the path near by the hospitaltent,Three forms I see on stretchers lying, brought out … Continue reading →

Aboard At A Ship’s Helm (Walt Whitman Poems)

ABOARD, at a ship’s helm,A young steersman, steering with care. A bell through fog on a sea-coast dolefully ringing,An ocean-bell–O a warning bell, rock’d by the waves. O you give good notice indeed, you bell by the sea-reefs ringing,Ringing, ringing, … Continue reading →

Brother of All, with Generous Hand. (Walt Whitman Poems)

1 BROTHER of all, with generous hand, Of thee, pondering on thee, as o’er thy tomb, I and my Soul, A thought to launch in memory of thee, A burial verse for thee. What may we chant, O thou within … Continue reading →

Dirge for Two Veterans. (Walt Whitman Poems)

1 THE last sunbeam Lightly falls from the finish’d Sabbath, On the pavement here-and there beyond, it is looking, Down a new-made double grave. 2 Lo! the moon ascending! Up from the east, the silvery round moon; Beautiful over the … Continue reading →

Of the Terrible Doubt of Appearances. (Walt Whitman Poems)

OF the terrible doubt of appearances, Of the uncertainty after all-that we may be deluded, That may-be reliance and hope are but speculations after all, That may-be identity beyond the grave is a beautiful fable only, May-be the things I … Continue reading →

When I heard at the Close of the Day. (Walt Whitman Poems)

WHEN I heard at the close of the day how my name had been receiv’d with plaudits in the capitol, still it was not a happy night for me that follow’d; And else, when I carous’d, or when my plans … Continue reading →

Carol of Words. (Walt Whitman Poems)

1 EARTH, round, rolling, compact-suns, moons, animals-all these are words to be said; Watery, vegetable, sauroid advances-beings, premonitions, lispings of the future, Behold! these are vast words to be said. Were you thinking that those were the words-those upright lines? … Continue reading →

Salut au Monde. (Walt Whitman Poems)

1 O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman! Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds! Such join’d unended links, each hook’d to the next! Each answering all-each sharing the earth with all. What widens within you, Walt Whitman? What waves and … Continue reading →