1861. – Walt Whitman

AARM’D year! year of the struggle! No dainty rhymes or sentimental love verses for you, terrible year! Not you as some pale poetling, seated at…

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When I Heard The Learn’d Astronomer

When I heard the learn’d astronomer; When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me; When I was shown the charts and the…

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To You Whoever You Are

Whoever you are, I fear you are walking the walks of dreams, I fear these supposed realities are to melt from under your feet and…

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There Was A Child Went Forth Everyday

There was a child went forth every day; And the first object he look’d upon, that object he became; And that object became part of…

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The Prairie Grass Diving

The prairie-grass dividing, its special odor breathing, I demand of it the spiritual corresponding, Demand the most copious and close companionship of men, Demand the…

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Reconciliation

Word over all, beautiful as the sky! Beautiful that war, and all its deeds of carnage, must in time be utterly lost; That the hands…

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On The Beach At Night

On the beach, at night, Stands a child, with her father, Watching the east, the autumn sky. Up through the darkness, While ravening clouds, the…

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O Me O Life

O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; Of the endless trains of the faithless–of cities fill’d with the foolish; Of myself forever…

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O Captain! My Captain

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done; The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won; The port is near,…

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Miracles

Why! who makes much of a miracle? As to me, I know of nothing else but miracles, Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan, Or…

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I Sit And Look Out

I sit and look out upon all the sorrows of the world, and upon all oppression and shame; I hear secret convulsive sobs from young…

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I Saw In Louisiana A Live Oak Growing

I saw in Louisiana a live-oak growing, All alone stood it and the moss hung down from the branches, Without any companion it grew there…

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I Hear America Singing

I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear; Those of mechanics–each one singing his, as it should be, blithe and strong; The carpenter singing…

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A Noiseless Patient Spider

A noiseless, patient spider, I mark’d, where, on a little promontory, it stood, isolated; Mark’d how, to explore the vacant, vast surrounding, It launch’d forth…

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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…

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With All Thy Gifts By Walt Whitman

With All Thy Gifts WITH all thy gifts, America, (Standing secure, rapidly tending, overlooking the world,) Power, wealth, extent, vouchsafed to thee–With these, and like…

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To You By Walt Whitman

To You Whoever you are, I fear you are walking the walks of dreams, I fear these supposed realities are to melt from under your…

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Think Of The Soul By Walt Whitman

Think Of The Soul THINK of the Soul; I swear to you that body of yours gives proportions to your Soul somehow to live in…

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Tests By Walt Whitman

Tests ALL submit to them, where they sit, inner, secure, unapproachable to analysis, in the Soul; Not traditions–not the outer authorities are the judges–they are…

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Song Of Myself, XXII By Walt Whitman

Song Of Myself, XXII You sea! I resign myself to you also—I guess what you mean, I behold from the beach your crooked inviting fingers,…

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Song Of Myself, IV By Walt Whitman

Song Of Myself, IV Trippers and askers surround me, People I meet, the effect upon me of my early life or the ward and city…

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Pioneers! O Pioneers! By Walt Whitman

Pioneers! O Pioneers! COME, my tan-faced children, Follow well in order, get your weapons ready; Have you your pistols? have you your sharp edged axes?…

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O Bitter Sprig! Confession Sprig! By Walt Whitman

O Bitter Sprig! Confession Sprig! O BITTER sprig! Confession sprig! In the bouquet I give you place also–I bind you in, Proceeding no further till,…

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In Paths Untrodden By Walt Whitman

In Paths Untrodden IN paths untrodden, In the growth by margins of pond-waters, Escaped from the life that exhibits itself, From all the standards hitherto…

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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…

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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…

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Aboard At A Ship’s Helm By Walt Whitman

Aboard At A Ship’s Helm ABOARD, at a ship’s helm, A young steersman, steering with care. A bell through fog on a sea-coast dolefully ringing,…

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What General Has A Good Army By Walt Whitman

What General Has A Good Army WHAT General has a good army in himself, has a good army; He happy in himself, or she happy…

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To Oratists By Walt Whitman

To Oratists TO ORATISTS–to male or female, Vocalism, measure, concentration, determination, and the divine power to use words. Are you full-lung’d and limber-lipp’d from long…

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The Singer In The Prison By Walt Whitman

The Singer In The Prison O sight of shame, and pain, and dole! O fearful thought–a convict Soul! RANG the refrain along the hall, the…

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Song Of The Universal By Walt Whitman

Song Of The Universal COME, said the Muse, Sing me a song no poet yet has chanted, Sing me the Universal. In this broad Earth…

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Song Of Myself, XLV By Walt Whitman

Song Of Myself, XLV O span of youth! ever-push’d elasticity! O manhood, balanced, florid and full. My lovers suffocate me, Crowding my lips, thick in…

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Shut Not Your Doors, &C. By Walt Whitman

Shut Not Your Doors, &C. SHUT not your doors to me, proud libraries, For that which was lacking on all your well-fill’d shelves, yet needed…

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One’s Self I Sing By Walt Whitman

One’s Self I Sing ONE’S-SELF I sing–a simple, separate Person; Yet utter the word Democratic, the word En-masse. Of Physiology from top to toe I…

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Myself And Mine By Walt Whitman

Myself And Mine MYSELF and mine gymnastic ever, To stand the cold or heat–to take good aim with a gun–to sail a boat–to manage horses–to…

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I Heard You, Solemn-Sweep Pipes Of The Organ By Walt Whitman

I Heard You, Solemn-Sweep Pipes Of The Organ I HEARD you, solemn-sweet pipes of the organ, as last Sunday morn I pass’d the church; Winds…

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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…

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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…

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A Hand-Mirror By Walt Whitman

A Hand-Mirror HOLD it up sternly! See this it sends back! (Who is it? Is it you?) Outside fair costume–within ashes and filth, No more…

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Voices By Walt Whitman

Voices NOW I make a leaf of Voices–for I have found nothing mightier than they are, And I have found that no word spoken, but…

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To A Common Prostitute By Walt Whitman

To A Common Prostitute To a Common Prostitute BE composed–be at ease with me–I am Walt Whitman, liberal and lusty as Nature; Not till the…

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The Great City By Walt Whitman

The Great City The place where a great city stands is not the place of stretch’d wharves, docks, manufactures, deposits of produce merely, Nor the…

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Song Of Myself, XXXIV By Walt Whitman

Song Of Myself, XXXIV Now I tell what I knew in Texas in my early youth, (I tell not the fall of Alamo, Not one…

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Song Of Myself, XI By Walt Whitman

Song Of Myself, XI Twenty-eight young men bathe by the shore, Twenty-eight young men and all so friendly; Twenty-eight years of womanly life and all…

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Recorders Ages Hence By Walt Whitman

Recorders Ages Hence RECORDERS ages hence! Come, I will take you down underneath this impassive exterior–I will tell you what to say of me; Publish…

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Of The Terrible Doubt Of Apperarances By Walt Whitman

Of The Terrible Doubt Of Apperarances OF the terrible doubt of appearances, Of the uncertainty after all–that we may be deluded, That may-be reliance and…

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Long I Thought That Knowledge By Walt Whitman

Long I Thought That Knowledge LONG I thought that knowledge alone would suffice me–O if I could but obtain knowledge! Then my lands engrossed me–Lands…

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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…

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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…

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Apostroph By Walt Whitman

Apostroph O MATER! O fils! O brood continental! O flowers of the prairies! O space boundless! O hum of mighty products! O you teeming cities!…

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Who Learns My Lesson Complete By Walt Whitman

Who Learns My Lesson Complete WHO learns my lesson complete? Boss, journeyman, apprentice–churchman and atheist, The stupid and the wise thinker–parents and offspring–merchant, clerk, porter…

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Trinckle, Drops By Walt Whitman

Trinckle, Drops TRICKLE, drops! my blue veins leaving! O drops of me! trickle, slow drops, Candid, from me falling–drip, bleeding drops, From wounds made to…

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Thick-Sprinkled Bunting By Walt Whitman

Thick-Sprinkled Bunting THICK-SPRINKLED bunting! Flag of stars! Long yet your road, fateful flag!–long yet your road, and lined with bloody death! For the prize I…

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Tears By Walt Whitman

Tears Tears! tears! tears! In the night, in solitude, tears; On the white shore dripping, dripping, suck’d in by the sand; Tears–not a star shining–all…

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Song Of Myself, XXI By Walt Whitman

Song Of Myself, XXI I am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of the Soul, The pleasures of heaven are with…

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Song Of Myself, III By Walt Whitman

Song Of Myself, III I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the beginning and the end But I do not talk…

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Pensive On Her Dead Gazing, I Heard The Mother Of All By Walt Whitman

Pensive On Her Dead Gazing, I Heard The Mother Of All PENSIVE, on her dead gazing, I heard the Mother of All, Desperate, on the…

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Now List To My Morning’s Romanza By Walt Whitman

Now List To My Morning’s Romanza NOW list to my morning’s romanza–I tell the signs of the Answerer; To the cities and farms I sing,…

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In Midnight Sleep By Walt Whitman

In Midnight Sleep IN midnight sleep, of many a face of anguish, Of the look at first of the mortally wounded–of that indescribable look; Of…

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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…

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