Walt Whitman Poems on Soul (82 Poems)

A Woman Waits For Me (Walt Whitman Poems)

A WOMAN waits for me–she contains all, nothing is lacking,Yet all were lacking, if sex were lacking, or if the moisture of theright man were lacking. Sex contains all,Bodies, Souls, meanings, proofs, purities, delicacies, results,promulgations,Songs, commands, health, pride, the maternal … Continue reading →

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 Noiseless Patient Spider (Walt Whitman Poems)

A noiseless, patient spider,I mark’d, where, on a little promontory, it stood, isolated;Mark’d how, to explore the vacant, vast surrounding,It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself;Ever unreeling them-ever tirelessly speeding them. And you, O my Soul, where you … Continue reading →

A Clear Midnight (Walt Whitman Poems)

THIS is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thoulovest best.Night, sleep, and the stars. (Walt Whitman)

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 →

Last Invocation, The. (Walt Whitman Poems)

1 AT the last, tenderly, From the walls of the powerful, fortress’d house, From the clasp of the knitted locks-from the keep of the well-closed doors, Let me be wafted. 2 Let me glide noiselessly forth; With the key of … Continue reading →

Out from Behind this Mask. (Walt Whitman Poems)

1 OUT from behind this bending, rough-cut Mask, (All straighter, liker Masks rejected-this preferr’d,) This common curtain of the face, contain’d in me for me, in you for you, in each for each, (Tragedies, sorrows, laughter, tears-O heaven! The passionate, … Continue reading →

Chanting the Square Deific. (Walt Whitman Poems)

1 CHANTING the square deific, out of the One advancing, out of the sides; Out of the old and new-out of the square entirely divine, Solid, four-sided, (all the sides needed)… from this side JEHOVAH am I, Old Brahm I, … Continue reading →

Song of the Redwood-Tree. (Walt Whitman Poems)

1 A CALIFORNIA song! A prophecy and indirection-a thought impalpable, to breathe, as air; A chorus of dryads, fading, departing-or hamadryads departing; A murmuring, fateful, giant voice, out of the earth and sky, Voice of a mighty dying tree in … Continue reading →

A Carol of Harvest, for 1867 (Walt Whitman Poems)

1 A SONG of the good green grass! A song no more of the city streets; A song of farms-a song of the soil of fields. A song with the smell of sun-dried hay, where the nimble pitchers handle the … Continue reading →