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 ...
Walt Whitman Poems on God (28 Poems)
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, ...
With Antecedents. (Walt Whitman Poems)
1 WITH antecedents; With my fathers and mothers, and the accumulations of past ages; With all which, had it not ...
Song of the Universal. (Walt Whitman Poems)
1 COME, said the Muse, Sing me a song no poet yet has chanted, Sing me the Universal. In this ...
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 ...
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 ...
Prayer of Columbus. (Walt Whitman Poems)
A BATTER'D, wreck'd old man, Thrown on this savage shore, far, far from home, Pent by the sea, and dark ...
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 ...
Respondez! (Walt Whitman Poems)
RESPONDEZ! Respondez! (The war is completed-the price is paid-the title is settled beyond recall;) Let every one answer! let those ...
Mystic Trumpeter, The. (Walt Whitman Poems)
1 HARK! some wild trumpeter-some strange musician, Hovering unseen in air, vibrates capricious tunes to-night. I hear thee, trumpeter-listening, alert, ...
Facing West from Californiaâ?Ts Shores. (Walt Whitman Poems)
FACING west, from California's shores, Inquiring, tireless, seeking what is yet unfound, I, a child, very old, over waves, towards ...
As a Strong Bird on Pinions Free. (Walt Whitman Poems)
1 AS a strong bird on pinions free, Joyous, the amplest spaces heavenward cleaving, Such be the thought I'd think ...
Apostroph. (Walt Whitman Poems)
O MATER! O fils! O brood continental! O flowers of the prairies! O space boundless! O hum of mighty products! ...
Eidólons. (Walt Whitman Poems)
I MET a Seer, Passing the hues and objects of the world, The fields of art and learning, pleasure, sense, ...
Song of the Exposition. (Walt Whitman Poems)
1 AFTER all, not to create only, or found only, But to bring, perhaps from afar, what is already founded, ...
Poem of Joys. (Walt Whitman Poems)
1 O TO make the most jubilant poem! Even to set off these, and merge with these, the carols of ...
Laws for Creations. (Walt Whitman Poems)
LAWS for Creations, For strong artists and leaders-for fresh broods of teachers, and perfect literats for America, For noble savans, ...
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 ...
Crossing Brooklyn Ferry. (Walt Whitman Poems)
1 FLOOD-TIDE below me! I watch you face to face; Clouds of the west! sun there half an hour high! ...
As I Sat Alone by Blue Ontario’s Shores. (Walt Whitman Poems)
1 AS I sat alone, by blue Ontario's shore, As I mused of these mighty days, and of peace return'd, ...
Passage to India. (Walt Whitman Poems)
1 SINGING my days, Singing the great achievements of the present, Singing the strong, light works of engineers, Our modern ...
Myself and Mine. (Walt Whitman Poems)
MYSELF and mine gymnastic ever, To stand the cold or heat-to take good aim with a gun-to sail a boat-to ...
Proud Music of The Storm. (Walt Whitman Poems)
1 PROUD music of the storm! Blast that careers so free, whistling across the prairies! Strong hum of forest tree-tops! ...
Starting from Paumanok. (Walt Whitman Poems)
1 STARTING from fish-shape Paumanok, where I was born, Well-begotten, and rais'd by a perfect mother; After roaming many lands-lover ...
Gods. (Walt Whitman Poems)
1 THOUGHT of the Infinite-the All! Be thou my God. 2 Lover Divine, and Perfect Comrade! Waiting, content, invisible yet, ...
Great are the Myths. (Walt Whitman Poems)
1 GREAT are the myths-I too delight in them; Great are Adam and Eve-I too look back and accept them; ...
Years of the Modern. (Walt Whitman Poems)
YEARS of the modern! years of the unperform'd! Your horizon rises-I see it parting away for more august dramas; I ...
Whoever You are, Holding Me now in Hand. (Walt Whitman Poems)
WHOEVER you are, holding me now in hand, Without one thing, all will be useless, I give you fair warning, ...