Year: 2015

As Consequent, Etc. By Walt Whitman

As Consequent, Etc. By Walt Whitman

As Consequent, Etc. AS consequent from store of summer rains, Or wayward rivulets in autumn flowing, Or many a herb-lined brook’s reticulations, Or subterranean sea-rills making for the sea, Songs of continued years I sing. Life’s ever-modern rapids first, (soon, soon to blend, With the ... »

As I Ebb’D With The Ocean Of Life By Walt Whitman

As I Ebb’D With The Ocean Of Life By Walt Whitman

As I Ebb’D With The Ocean Of Life 1 As I ebb’d with the ocean of life, As I wended the shores I know, As I walk’d where the ripples continually wash you Paumanok, Where they rustle up hoarse and sibilant, Where the fierce old mother endlessly cries for her castaways, I musing late ... »

As I Lay With Head In Your Lap, Camerado By Walt Whitman

As I Lay With Head In Your Lap, Camerado By Walt Whitman

As I Lay With Head In Your Lap, Camerado AS I lay with my head in your lap, Camerado, The confession I made I resume–what I said to you in the open air I resume: I know I am restless, and make others so; I know my words are weapons, full of danger, full of death; (Indeed I am myself the real s... »

As I Ponder’D In Silence By Walt Whitman

As I Ponder’D In Silence By Walt Whitman

As I Ponder’D In Silence AS I ponder’d in silence, Returning upon my poems, considering, lingering long, A Phantom arose before me, with distrustful aspect, Terrible in beauty, age, and power, The genius of poets of old lands, As to me directing like flame its eyes, With finger pointing ... »

As I Sat Alone By Blue Ontario’s Shores By Walt Whitman

As I Sat Alone By Blue Ontario’s Shores By Walt Whitman

As I Sat Alone By Blue Ontario’s Shores AS I sat alone, by blue Ontario’s shore, As I mused of these mighty days, and of peace return’d, and the dead that return no more, A Phantom, gigantic, superb, with stern visage, accosted me; Chant me the poem, it said, that comes from the so... »

As I Walk These Broad, Majestic Days By Walt Whitman

As I Walk These Broad, Majestic Days By Walt Whitman

As I Walk These Broad, Majestic Days AS I walk these broad, majestic days of peace, (For the war, the struggle of blood finish’d, wherein, O terrific Ideal! Against vast odds, having gloriously won, Now thou stridest on–yet perhaps in time toward denser wars, Perhaps to engage in time in... »

As If A Phantom Caress’D Me By Walt Whitman

As If A Phantom Caress’D Me By Walt Whitman

As If A Phantom Caress’D Me 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 lean and look through the glimmering light–that one has u... »

As I Watche’D The Ploughman Ploughing By Walt Whitman

As I Watche’D The Ploughman Ploughing By Walt Whitman

As I Watche’D The Ploughman Ploughing AS I watch’d the ploughman ploughing, Or the sower sowing in the fields–or the harvester harvesting, I saw there too, O life and death, your analogies: (Life, life is the tillage, and Death is the harvest according.) Hits: 0 »

As The Time Draws Nigh By Walt Whitman

As The Time Draws Nigh By Walt Whitman

As The Time Draws Nigh AS the time draws nigh, glooming, a cloud, A dread beyond, of I know not what, darkens me. I shall go forth, I shall traverse The States awhile–but I cannot tell whither or how long; Perhaps soon, some day or night while I am singing, my voice will suddenly cease. O book... »

As Toilsome I Wander’D By Walt Whitman

As Toilsome I Wander’D By Walt Whitman

As Toilsome I Wander’D AS TOILSOME I wander’d Virginia’s woods, To the music of rustling leaves, kick’d by my feet, (for ’twas autumn,) I mark’d at the foot of a tree the grave of a soldier, Mortally wounded he, and buried on the retreat, (easily all could I under... »

As Toilsome I Wander’D Virginia’s Woods By Walt Whitman

As Toilsome I Wander’D Virginia’s Woods By Walt Whitman

As Toilsome I Wander’D Virginia’s Woods As toilsome I wander’d Virginia’s woods, To the music of rustling leaves kick’d by my feet, (for ’twas autumn,) I mark’d at the foot of a tree the grave of a soldier; Mortally wounded he and buried on the retreat, (eas... »

Ashes Of Soldiers By Walt Whitman

Ashes Of Soldiers By Walt Whitman

Ashes Of Soldiers Again a verse for sake of you, You soldiers in the ranks- you Volunteers, Who bravely fighting, silent fell, To fill unmention’d graves. ASHES of soldiers! As I muse, retrospective, murmuring a chant in thought, Lo! the war resumes- again to my sense your shapes, And again th... »

Assurances By Walt Whitman

Assurances By Walt Whitman

Assurances I NEED no assurances–I am a man who is preoccupied, of his own Soul; I do not doubt that from under the feet, and beside the hands and face I am cognizant of, are now looking faces I am not cognizant of–calm and actual faces; I do not doubt but the majesty and beauty of the wo... »

Bathed In War’s Perfume By Walt Whitman

Bathed In War’s Perfume By Walt Whitman

Bathed In War’s Perfume BATHED in war’s perfume–delicate flag! (Should the days needing armies, needing fleets, come again,) O to hear you call the sailors and the soldiers! flag like a beautiful woman! O to hear the tramp, tramp, of a million answering men! O the ships they arm wi... »

Beat! Beat! Drums! By Walt Whitman

Beat! Beat! Drums! By Walt Whitman

Beat! Beat! Drums! BEAT! beat! drums!–Blow! bugles! blow! Through the windows–through doors–burst like a ruthless force, Into the solemn church, and scatter the congregation; Into the school where the scholar is studying; Leave not the bridegroom quiet–no happiness must he ha... »

Beginners By Walt Whitman

Beginners By Walt Whitman

Beginners HOW they are provided for upon the earth, (appearing at intervals;) How dear and dreadful they are to the earth; How they inure to themselves as much as to any–What a paradox appears their age; How people respond to them, yet know them not; How there is something relentless in their ... »

Behavior By Walt Whitman

Behavior By Walt Whitman

Behavior BEHAVIOR–fresh, native, copious, each one for himself or herself, Nature and the Soul expressed–America and freedom expressed–In it the finest art, In it pride, cleanliness, sympathy, to have their chance, In it physique, intellect, faith–in it just as much as to man... »

Beginning My Studies By Walt Whitman

Beginning My Studies By Walt Whitman

Beginning My Studies BEGINNING my studies, the first step pleas’d me so much, The mere fact, consciousness–these forms–the power of motion, The least insect or animal–the senses–eyesight–love; The first step, I say, aw’d me and pleas’d me so much, I ha... »

Behold This Swarthy Face By Walt Whitman

Behold This Swarthy Face By Walt Whitman

Behold This Swarthy Face BEHOLD this swarthy face–these gray eyes, This beard–the white wool, unclipt upon my neck, My brown hands, and the silent manner of me, without charm; Yet comes one, a Manhattanese, and ever at parting, kisses me lightly on the lips with robust love, And I, on th... »

Bivouac On A Mountain Side By Walt Whitman

Bivouac On A Mountain Side By Walt Whitman

Bivouac On A Mountain Side I see before me now a traveling army halting, Below a fertile valley spread, with barns and the orchards of summer, Behind, the terraced sides of a mountain, abrupt, in places rising high, Broken, with rocks, with clinging cedars, with tall shapes dingily seen, The numerou... »

Broadway By Walt Whitman

Broadway By Walt Whitman

Broadway What hurrying human tides, or day or night! What passions, winnings, losses, ardors, swim thy waters! What whirls of evil, bliss and sorrow, stem thee! What curious questioning glances- glints of love! Leer, envy, scorn, contempt, hope, aspiration! Thou portal- thou arena- thou of the myria... »

Brother Of All, With Genesrous Hand By Walt Whitman

Brother Of All, With Genesrous Hand By Walt Whitman

Brother Of All, With Genesrous Hand 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 this tomb? What tablets, pictures, hang for thee, O millionaire?... »

By Broad Potomac’s Shore By Walt Whitman

By Broad Potomac’s Shore By Walt Whitman

By Broad Potomac’s Shore BY broad Potomac’s shore–again, old tongue! (Still uttering–still ejaculating–canst never cease this babble?) Again, old heart so gay–again to you, your sense, the full flush spring returning; Again the freshness and the odors–again ... »

By The Bivouac’s Fitful Flame By Walt Whitman

By The Bivouac’s Fitful Flame By Walt Whitman

By The Bivouac’s Fitful Flame BY the bivouac’s fitful flame, A procession winding around me, solemn and sweet and slow;–but first I note, The tents of the sleeping army, the fields’ and woods’ dim outline, The darkness, lit by spots of kindled fire–the silence; Li... »

Camps Of Green By Walt Whitman

Camps Of Green By Walt Whitman

Camps Of Green NOT alone those camps of white, O soldiers, When, as order’d forward, after a long march, Footsore and weary, soon as the light lessen’d, we halted for the night; Some of us so fatigued, carrying the gun and knapsack, dropping asleep in our tracks; Others pitching the litt... »

Carol Of Occupations By Walt Whitman

Carol Of Occupations By Walt Whitman

Carol Of Occupations COME closer to me; Push close, my lovers, and take the best I possess; Yield closer and closer, and give me the best you possess. This is unfinish’d business with me–How is it with you? (I was chill’d with the cold types, cylinder, wet paper between us.) Male a... »

Carol Of Words By Walt Whitman

Carol Of Words By Walt Whitman

Carol Of Words EARTH, round, rolling, compact–suns, moons, animals–all these are words to be said; Watery, vegetable, sauroid advances–beings, premonitions, lispings of the future, Behold! these are vast words to be said. Were you thinking that those were the words–those upri... »

Cavalry Crossing A Ford By Walt Whitman

Cavalry Crossing A Ford By Walt Whitman

Cavalry Crossing A Ford A LINE in long array, where they wind betwixt green islands; They take a serpentine course–their arms flash in the sun–Hark to the musical clank; Behold the silvery river–in it the splashing horses, loitering, stop to drink; Behold the brown-faced men–... »

Chanting The Square Deific By Walt Whitman

Chanting The Square Deific By Walt Whitman

Chanting The Square Deific 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, and I Saturnius am; Not Time affects me–... »

City Of Orgies By Walt Whitman

City Of Orgies By Walt Whitman

City Of Orgies CITY of orgies, walks and joys! City whom that I have lived and sung in your midst will one day make you illustrious, Not the pageants of you–not your shifting tableaux, your spectacles, repay me; Not the interminable rows of your houses–nor the ships at the wharves, Nor t... »

City Of Ships By Walt Whitman

City Of Ships By Walt Whitman

City Of Ships CITY of ships! (O the black ships! O the fierce ships! O the beautiful, sharp-bow’d steam-ships and sail-ships!) City of the world! (for all races are here; All the lands of the earth make contributions here;) City of the sea! city of hurried and glittering tides! City whose glee... »

Come Up From The Fields, Father By Walt Whitman

Come Up From The Fields, Father By Walt Whitman

Come Up From The Fields, Father Come up from the fields, father, here’s a letter from our Pete; And come to the front door, mother-here’s a letter from thy dear son. Lo, ’tis autumn; Lo, where the trees, deeper green, yellower and redder, Cool and sweeten Ohio’s villages, wit... »

Come, Said My Soul By Walt Whitman

Come, Said My Soul By Walt Whitman

Come, Said My Soul Come, said my soul, Such verses for my body let us write, (For we are One), That should I after death invisibly return, Or, long, long hence, in other spheres, There to some group of mates the chants resuming, (Tallying Earth’s soil, trees, winds, tumultous waves,) Ever with... »

Crossing Brooklyn Ferry By Walt Whitman

Crossing Brooklyn Ferry By Walt Whitman

Crossing Brooklyn Ferry FLOOD-TIDE below me! I watch you face to face; Clouds of the west! sun there half an hour high! I see you also face to face. Crowds of men and women attired in the usual costumes! how curious you are to me! On the ferry-boats, the hundreds and hundreds that cross, returning h... »

Darest Thou Now, O Soul By Walt Whitman

Darest Thou Now, O Soul By Walt Whitman

Darest Thou Now, O Soul DAREST thou now, O Soul, Walk out with me toward the Unknown Region, Where neither ground is for the feet, nor any path to follow? No map, there, nor guide, Nor voice sounding, nor touch of human hand, Nor face with blooming flesh, nor lips, nor eyes, are in that land. I know... »

Delicate Cluster By Walt Whitman

Delicate Cluster By Walt Whitman

Delicate Cluster DELICATE cluster! flag of teeming life! Covering all my lands! all my sea-shores lining! Flag of death! (how I watch’d you through the smoke of battle pressing! How I heard you flap and rustle, cloth defiant!) Flag cerulean! sunny flag! with the orbs of night dappled! Ah my si... »

Dirge For Two Veterans By Walt Whitman

Dirge For Two Veterans By Walt Whitman

Dirge For Two Veterans 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. Lo! the moon ascending! Up from the east, the silvery round moon; Beautiful over the house tops, ghastly phantom moon; Imme... »

Despairing Cries By Walt Whitman

Despairing Cries By Walt Whitman

Despairing Cries DESPAIRING cries float ceaselessly toward me, day and night, The sad voice of Death–the call of my nearest lover, putting forth, alarmed, uncertain, This sea I am quickly to sail, come tell me, Come tell me where I am speeding–tell me my destination. I understand your an... »

Drum-Taps By Walt Whitman

Drum-Taps By Walt Whitman

Drum-Taps Aroused and angry, I thought to beat the alarum, and urge relentless war; But soon my fingers fail’d me, my face droop’d, and I resign’d myself, To sit by the wounded and soothe them, or silently watch the dead. Drum-Taps FIRST, O songs, for a prelude, Lightly strike on t... »

Earth! My Likeness! By Walt Whitman

Earth! My Likeness! By Walt Whitman

Earth! My Likeness! EARTH! my likeness! Though you look so impassive, ample and spheric there, I now suspect that is not all; I now suspect there is something fierce in you, eligible to burst forth; For an athlete is enamour’d of me–and I of him; But toward him there is something fierce ... »

Eidólons By Walt Whitman

Eidólons By Walt Whitman

Eidólons I MET a Seer, Passing the hues and objects of the world, The fields of art and learning, pleasure, sense, To glean Eidólons. Put in thy chants, said he, No more the puzzling hour, nor day–nor segments, parts, put in, Put first before the rest, as light for all, and entrance-song of al... »

Election Day, November, 1884 By Walt Whitman

Election Day, November, 1884 By Walt Whitman

Election Day, November, 1884 If I should need to name, O Western World, your powerfulest scene and show, ‘Twould not be you, Niagara—nor you, ye limitless prairies—nor your huge rifts of canyons, Colorado, Nor you, Yosemite—nor Yellowstone, with all its spasmic geyser-loops ascending to the skies, a... »

Elemental Drifts By Walt Whitman

Elemental Drifts By Walt Whitman

Elemental Drifts ELEMENTAL drifts! How I wish I could impress others as you have just been impressing me! As I ebb’d with an ebb of the ocean of life, As I wended the shores I know, As I walk’d where the ripples continually wash you, Paumanok, Where they rustle up, hoarse and sibilant, W... »

Ethiopia Saluting The Colors By Walt Whitman

Ethiopia Saluting The Colors By Walt Whitman

Ethiopia Saluting The Colors WHO are you, dusky woman, so ancient, hardly human, With your woolly-white and turban’d head, and bare bony feet? Why, rising by the roadside here, do you the colors greet? (‘Tis while our army lines Carolina’s sand and pines, Forth from thy hovel door,... »

Europe, The 72d And 73d Years Of These States By Walt Whitman

Europe, The 72d And 73d Years Of These States By Walt Whitman

Europe, The 72d And 73d Years Of These States SUDDENLY, out of its stale and drowsy lair, the lair of slaves, Like lightning it le’pt forth, half startled at itself, Its feet upon the ashes and the rags–its hands tight to the throats of kings. O hope and faith! O aching close of exiled p... »

Excelsior By Walt Whitman

Excelsior By Walt Whitman

Excelsior WHO has gone farthest? For lo! have not I gone farther? And who has been just? For I would be the most just person of the earth; And who most cautious? For I would be more cautious; And who has been happiest? O I think it is I! I think no one was ever happier than I; And who has lavishR... »

Faces By Walt Whitman

Faces By Walt Whitman

Faces SAUNTERING the pavement, or riding the country by-road–lo! such faces! Faces of friendship, precision, caution, suavity, ideality; The spiritual, prescient face–the always welcome, common, benevolent face, The face of the singing of music–the grand faces of natural lawyers an... »

Facing West From California’s Shores By Walt Whitman

Facing West From California’s Shores By Walt Whitman

Facing West From California’s Shores FACING west, from California’s shores, Inquiring, tireless, seeking what is yet unfound, I, a child, very old, over waves, towards the house of maternity, the land of migrations, look afar, Look off the shores of my Western Sea–the circle almost... »

Fast Anchor’D, Eternal, O Love By Walt Whitman

Fast Anchor’D, Eternal, O Love By Walt Whitman

Fast Anchor’D, Eternal, O Love FAST-ANCHOR’D, eternal, O love! O woman I love! O bride! O wife! more resistless than I can tell, the thought of you! –Then separate, as disembodied, or another born, Ethereal, the last athletic reality, my consolation; I ascend–I float in the r... »

For Him I Sing By Walt Whitman

For Him I Sing By Walt Whitman

For Him I Sing FOR him I sing, I raise the Present on the Past, (As some perennial tree, out of its roots, the present on the past:) With time and space I him dilate–and fuse the immortal laws, To make himself, by them, the law unto himself. Hits: 0 »

From Paumanok Starting By Walt Whitman

From Paumanok Starting By Walt Whitman

From Paumanok Starting FROM Paumanock starting, I fly like a bird, Around and around to soar, to sing the idea of all; To the north betaking myself, to sing there arctic songs, To Kanada, till I absorb Kanada in myself–to Michigan then, To Wisconsin, Iowa, Minnesota, to sing their songs, (they... »

France, The 18th Year Of These States By Walt Whitman

France, The 18th Year Of These States By Walt Whitman

France, The 18th Year Of These States A GREAT year and place; A harsh, discordant, natal scream out-sounding, to touch the mother’s heart closer than any yet. I walk’d the shores of my Eastern Sea, Heard over the waves the little voice, Saw the divine infant, where she woke, mournfully w... »

From My Last Years By Walt Whitman

From My Last Years By Walt Whitman

From My Last Years FROM my last years, last thoughts I here bequeath, Scatter’d and dropt, in seeds, and wafted to the West, Through moisture of Ohio, prairie soil of Illinois–through Colorado, California air, For Time to germinate fully. Hits: 0 »

From Far Dakota’s Canons By Walt Whitman

From Far Dakota’s Canons By Walt Whitman

From Far Dakota’s Canons FROM far Dakota’s cañons, Lands of the wild ravine, the dusky Sioux, the lonesome stretch, the silence, Haply to-day a mournful wail, haply a trumpet-note for heroes. The battle-bulletin, The Indian ambuscade, the craft, the fatal environment, The cavalry compani... »

From Pent-Up Aching Rivers By Walt Whitman

From Pent-Up Aching Rivers By Walt Whitman

From Pent-Up Aching Rivers FROM pent-up, aching rivers; From that of myself, without which I were nothing; From what I am determin’d to make illustrious, even if I stand sole among men; From my own voice resonant–singing the phallus, Singing the song of procreation, Singing the need of s... »

Full Of Life, Now By Walt Whitman

Full Of Life, Now By Walt Whitman

Full Of Life, Now FULL of life, now, compact, visible, I, forty years old the Eighty-third Year of The States, To one a century hence, or any number of centuries hence, To you, yet unborn, these, seeking you. When you read these, I, that was visible, am become invisible; Now it is you, compact, visi... »

Germs By Walt Whitman

Germs By Walt Whitman

Germs FORMS, qualities, lives, humanity, language, thoughts, The ones known, and the ones unknown–the ones on the stars, The stars themselves, some shaped, others unshaped, Wonders as of those countries–the soil, trees, cities, inhabitants, whatever they may be, Splendid suns, the moons ... »

Give Me The Splendid, Silent Sun By Walt Whitman

Give Me The Splendid, Silent Sun By Walt Whitman

Give Me The Splendid, Silent Sun GIVE me the splendid silent sun, with all his beams full-dazzling; Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orchard; Give me a field where the unmow’d grass grows; Give me an arbor, give me the trellis’d grape; Give me fresh corn and wheat̵... »

God By Walt Whitman

God By Walt Whitman

God THOUGHT of the Infinite–the All! Be thou my God. Lover Divine, and Perfect Comrade! Waiting, content, invisible yet, but certain, Be thou my God. Thou–thou, the Ideal Man! Fair, able, beautiful, content, and loving, Complete in Body, and dilate in Spirit, Be thou my God. O Death̵... »

Great Are The Myths By Walt Whitman

Great Are The Myths By Walt Whitman

Great Are The Myths GREAT are the myths–I too delight in them; Great are Adam and Eve–I too look back and accept them; Great the risen and fallen nations, and their poets, women, sages, inventors, rulers, warriors, and priests. Great is Liberty! great is Equality! I am their follower; He... »