A Boston Ballad, 1854 (Walt Whitman Poems)
TO get betimes in Boston town, I rose this morning early;Here's a good place at the corner--I must stand and ...
Walt Whitman Poems on Man (116 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 ...
A March In The Ranks, Hard-prest (Walt Whitman Poems)
A MARCH in the ranks hard-prest, and the road unknown;A route through a heavy wood, with muffled steps in the ...
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?. . . ...
1861 (Walt Whitman Poems)
ARM'D year! year of the struggle!No dainty rhymes or sentimental love verses for you, terrible year!Not you as some pale ...
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 ...
An Army Corps on the March. (Walt Whitman Poems)
WITH its cloud of skirmishers in advance, With now the sound of a single shot, snapping like a whip, and ...
Apostroph. (Walt Whitman Poems)
O MATER! O fils! O brood continental! O flowers of the prairies! O space boundless! O hum of mighty products! ...
Prairie-Grass Dividing, The. (Walt Whitman Poems)
THE prairie-grass dividing-its special odor breathing, I demand of it the spiritual corresponding, Demand the most copious and close companionship ...
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 ...
Inscription. (Walt Whitman Poems)
SMALL is the theme of the following Chant, yet the greatest-namely, One's-Self-that wondrous thing a simple, separate person. That, for ...
Year of Meteors, 1859 ’60. (Walt Whitman Poems)
YEAR of meteors! brooding year! I would bind in words retrospective, some of your deeds and signs; I would sing ...
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; ...
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 ...
Now List to my Morning’s Romanza. (Walt Whitman Poems)
1 NOW list to my morning's romanza-I tell the signs of the Answerer; To the cities and farms I sing, ...
Recorders Ages Hence. (Walt Whitman Poems)
RECORDERS ages hence! Come, I will take you down underneath this impassive exterior-I will tell you what to say of ...
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, ...
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 ...
Base of all Metaphysics, The. (Walt Whitman Poems)
AND now, gentlemen, A word I give to remain in your memories and minds, As base, and finale too, for ...
Ah Poverties, Wincings and Sulky Retreats. (Walt Whitman Poems)
AH poverties, wincings, and sulky retreats! Ah you foes that in conflict have overcome me! (For what is my life, ...
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 ...
Dresser, The. (Walt Whitman Poems)
1 AN old man bending, I come, among new faces, Years looking backward, resuming, in answer to children, Come tell ...
Song of the Broad-Axe. (Walt Whitman Poems)
1 WEAPON, shapely, naked, wan! Head from the mother's bowels drawn! Wooded flesh and metal bone! limb only one, and ...
From Far Dakota’s Cañons. (Walt Whitman Poems)
FROM far Dakota's cañons, Lands of the wild ravine, the dusky Sioux, the lonesome stretch, the silence, Haply to-day a ...
A Boston Ballad, 1854. (Walt Whitman Poems)
TO get betimes in Boston town, I rose this morning early; Here's a good place at the corner-I must stand ...
American Feuillage. (Walt Whitman Poems)
AMERICA always! Always our own feuillage! Always Florida's green peninsula! Always the priceless delta of Louisiana! Always the cotton-fields of ...
Sing of the Banner at Day-Break. (Walt Whitman Poems)
POET. O A NEW song, a free song, Flapping, flapping, flapping, flapping, by sounds, by voices clearer, By the wind's ...
Souvenirs of Democracy. (Walt Whitman Poems)
THE business man, the acquirer vast, After assiduous years, surveying results, preparing for departure, Devises houses and lands to his ...
Among the Multitude. (Walt Whitman Poems)
AMONG the men and women, the multitude, I perceive one picking me out by secret and divine signs, Acknowledging none ...
Thick-Sprinkled Bunting. (Walt Whitman Poems)
THICK-SPRINKLED bunting! Flag of stars! Long yet your road, fateful flag!-long yet your road, and lined with bloody death! For ...