Pensive on Her Dead Gazing, I Heard the Mother of All. (Walt Whitman Poems)
PENSIVE, on her dead gazing, I heard the Mother of All, Desperate, on the torn bodies, on the forms covering ...
PENSIVE, on her dead gazing, I heard the Mother of All, Desperate, on the torn bodies, on the forms covering ...
TO the East and to the West; To the man of the Seaside State, and of Pennsylvania, To the Kanadian ...
1 A GREAT year and place; A harsh, discordant, natal scream out-sounding, to touch the mother's heart closer than any ...
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