Old Ireland By Walt Whitman

Old Ireland FAR hence, amid an isle of wondrous beauty, Crouching over a grave, an ancient, sorrowful mother, Once a queen–now lean and tatter’d, seated…

Long, Too Long America By Walt Whitman

Long, Too Long America Long, too long America, Traveling roads all even and peaceful you learn’d from joys and prosperity only, But now, ah now,…

Had I The Choice By Walt Whitman

Had I The Choice Had I the choice to tally greatest bards, To limn their portraits, stately, beautiful, and emulate at will, Homer with all…

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…

As A Strong Bird On Pinious Free By Walt Whitman

As A Strong Bird On Pinious Free AS a strong bird on pinions free, Joyous, the amplest spaces heavenward cleaving, Such be the thought I’d…