Walt Whitman Poems (337 Poems)
Poets to Come. (Walt Whitman Poems)
POETS to come! orators, singers, musicians to come! Not to-day is to justify me, and answer what I am for; But you, a new brood, native, athletic, continental, greater than before known, Arouse! Arouse-for you must justify me-you must answer. … Continue reading
Longings for Home. (Walt Whitman Poems)
O MAGNET-SOUTH! O glistening, perfumed South! My South! O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse, and love! Good and evil! O all dear to me! O dear to me my birth-things-All moving things, and the trees where I was born-the grains, … 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
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
As if a Phantom Caress’d Me. (Walt Whitman Poems)
AS if a phantom caress’d me, I thought I was not alone, walking here by the shore; But the one I thought was with me, as now I walk by the shore-the one I loved, that caress’d me, As I … Continue reading
World, Take Good Notice. (Walt Whitman Poems)
WORLD, take good notice, silver stars fading, Milky hue ript, weft of white detaching, Coals thirty-eight, baleful and burning, Scarlet, significant, hands off warning, Now and henceforth flaunt from these shores. 5 (Walt Whitman)
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
I was Looking a Long While. (Walt Whitman Poems)
I WAS looking a long while for a clue to the history of the past for myself, and for these chants-and now I have found it; It is not in those paged fables in the libraries, (them I neither accept … Continue reading
Lessons. (Walt Whitman Poems)
THERE are who teach only the sweet lessons of peace and safety; But I teach lessons of war and death to those I love, That they readily meet invasions, when they come. (Walt Whitman)
Once I Pass’d Through a Populous City. (Walt Whitman Poems)
ONCE I pass’d through a populous city, imprinting my brain, for future use, with its shows, architecture, customs, and traditions; Yet now, of all that city, I remember only a woman I casually met there, who detain’d me for love … Continue reading
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