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 …

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 …

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 …

Reconciliation

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

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 …

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; …

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 …

Miracles

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

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 …

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; …

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, …

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 …