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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

Book XXXIV. Sands At Seventy: Twilight

The soft voluptuous opiate shades,
The sun just gone, the eager light dispell’d—(I too will soon be gone,
dispell’d,)
A haze—nirwana—rest and night—oblivion.

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Song of Myself, XVII

These are really the thoughts of a… If they are not yours as much as m… If they are not the riddle and the… If they are not just as close as t… This is the grass that grows where…
Book XXXIII. Songs Of Parting: As at Thy Portals Also Death

As at thy portals also death, Entering thy sovereign, dim, illim… To memories of my mother, to the d… To her, buried and gone, yet burie… (I see again the calm benignant fa…
Book XXX. Whispers of Heavenly Death: As I Watch’D the Ploughman Ploughing

As I watch’d the ploughman plough… Or the sower sowing in the fields,… I saw there too, O life and death… (Life, life is the tillage, and D…
What General Has a Good Army

WHAT General has a good army in… He happy in himself, or she happy… But I tell you you cannot be happ… beget or conceive a child by other…
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Book XXIV. Autumn Rivulets: The Prairie States

A newer garden of creation, no pri… Dense, joyous, modern, populous mi… With iron interlaced, composite, t… By all the world contributed—freed… The crown and teeming paradise, so…
In Midnight Sleep

IN midnight sleep, of many a face… Of the look at first of the mortal… look; Of the dead on their backs, with a… I dream, I dream, I dream.
Book XXXV. Good-Bye My Fancy: The Unexpressed

How dare one say it? After the cycles, poems, singers,… Vaunted Ionia’s, India’s –Homer,… dotted roads, areas, The shining clusters and the Milk…
The Wound Dresser

AN old man bending, I come, among… Years looking backward, resuming,… Come tell us, old man, as from you… (Arous’d and angry, I’d thought t… but soon my fingers fail’d me, my…
Bathed in War’s Perfume

BATHED in war’s perfume—delicat… (Should the days needing armies, n… O to hear you call the sailors and… beautiful woman! O to hear the tramp, tramp, of a m…
Book XXXV. Good-Bye My Fancy: An Ended Day

The soothing sanity and blitheness… The pomp and hurried contest-glare… Now triumph! transformation! jubil…
Book XXXIV. Sands At Seventy: Not Meagre, Latent Boughs Alone

Not meagre, latent boughs alone,… talons,) But haply for some sunny day (who… summer—bursting forth, To verdant leaves, or sheltering s…
Book XX. By The Roadside: Thought

Of justice—as If could be any thi… As if it might be this thing or th…
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Book XXXIV. Sands At Seventy: Queries to My Seventieth Year

Approaching, nearing, curious, Thou dim, uncertain spectre—bringe… Strength, weakness, blindness, mor… Or placid skies and sun? Wilt sti… Or haply cut me short for good? O…
Hush'd Be the Camps To-Day

1 HUSH’D be the camps to-day; And, soldiers, let us drape our wa… And each, with musing soul retire,… Our dear commander’s death. 2 No more for him life’s stormy c…
Book XXXIV. Sands At Seventy: You Lingering Sparse Leaves of Me

You lingering sparse leaves of me… And I some well-shorn tree of fie… You tokens diminute and lorn—(not… clover-bloom—no grain of August no… You pallid banner-staves—you penna…



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