Poeticous Logo
fr
English Español Français Italiano
Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

Bathed in War's Perfume

BATHED in war’s perfume—delicate flag!
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 with joy!
O to see you leap and beckon from the tall masts of
        ships!
O to see you peering down on the sailors on the decks!
Flag like the eyes of women.

Drum-Taps

#Americans #XIXCentury

Vous avez aimé cette lecture ? Offrez-nous un café !.
Votre aide nous permet d'exister.
Autres oeuvres par Walt Whitman...
Book IV. Children of Adam: Ages and Ages, Returning at Intervals

Ages and ages returning at interva… Undestroy’d, wandering immortal, Lusty, phallic, with the potent or… I, chanter of Adamic songs, Through the new garden the West,…
 1
Book XXXIII. Songs Of Parting: My Legacy

The business man the acquirer vast… After assiduous years surveying re… Devises houses and lands to his ch… funds for a school or hospital, Leaves money to certain companions…
Book XXXIV. Sands At Seventy: The First Dandelion

Simple and fresh and fair from win… As if no artifice of fashion, busi… Forth from its sunny nook of shelt… the dawn, The spring’s first dandelion shows…
Book V. Calamus: Of the Terrible Doubt of Apperarances

Of the terrible doubt of appearanc… Of the uncertainty after all—that… That may-be reliance and hope are… That may-be identity beyond the gr… May-be the things I perceive—the…
 1
Book XXXV. Good-Bye My Fancy: Good-Bye My Fancy

Good-bye my fancy—(I had a word t… But ’tis not quite the time—The b… Is when its proper place arrives—a… I keep mine till the last.)
Book XXIV. Autumn Rivulets: Thought

Of persons arrived at high positio… and the like; (To me all that those persons have… except as it results to their bodi… So that often to me they appear ga…
Book XXI. Drum-Taps: An Army Corps on the March

With its cloud of skirmishers in a… With now the sound of a single sho… irregular volley, The swarming ranks press on and on… Glittering dimly, toiling under th…
Book XX. By The Roadside: Thought

Of Equality—as if it harm’d me, g… rights as myself—as if it were not… that others possess the same.
Book XXI. Drum-Taps: O Tan-Faced Prairie-Boy

O tan-faced prairie-boy, Before you came to camp came many… Praises and presents came and nour… You came, taciturn, with nothing t… When lo! more than all the gifts o…
To the Sayers of Words

EARTH, round, rolling, compact—s… mals—all these are words to be sai… Watery, vegetable, sauroid advance… tions, lispings of the future, Behold! these are vast words to be…
Brother of All, With Genesrous Hand

BROTHER of all, with generous h… Of thee, pondering on thee, as o’e… A thought to launch in memory of t… A burial verse for thee. What may we chant, O thou within…
Song of Myself, XXXI

I believe a leaf of grass is no le… And the pismire is equally perfect… And the tree-toad is a chef-d’oeuv… And the running blackberry would a… And the narrowest hinge in my hand…
Book XX. By The Roadside: To Rich Givers

What you give me, I cheerfully ac… A little sustenance, a hut and gar… rendezvous with my poems; A traveler’s lodging and breakfast… Why should I be ashamed to own su…
Book XXXIV. Sands At Seventy: The Dying Veteran

Amid these days of order, ease, pr… Amid the current songs of beauty,… I cast a reminiscence—(likely ‘twi… I heard it in my boyhood;)—More t… A queer old savage man, a fighter…
Book V. Calamus: Scented Herbage of my Breast

Scented herbage of my breast, Leaves from you I yield, I write,… Tomb-leaves, body-leaves, growing… Perennial roots, tall leaves—O th… delicate leaves,



Haut