#Americans #XIXCentury #1855 #LeavesOfGrass
BATHED in war’s perfume—delicate flag… O to hear you call the sailors and the s… a beautiful woman! O to hear the tramp, tramp, of a million… O the ships they arm with joy!
I was asking for something specific and… Whereupon lo! upsprang the aboriginal na… Now I see what there is in a name, a wo… self-sufficient, I see that the word of my city is that w…
#1855 #LeavesOfGrass
Who are you dusky woman, so ancient hard… With your woolly-white and turban’d head… Why rising by the roadside here, do you… (’Tis while our army lines Carolina’s s… Forth from thy hovel door thou Ethiopia…
All submit to them, where they sit, inne… analysis, in the Soul; Not traditions—not the outer authorities… the judges of outer authorities, and of… They corroborate as they go, only whatev…
Many things to absorb I teach to help y… Yet if blood like mine circle not in you… If you be not silently selected by lover…
A child said, What is the grass? fetchi… hands; How could I answer the child?. . . .I d… is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my dispos…
If I should need to name, O Western Wo… and show, ’Twould not be you, Niagara—nor you, ye… huge rifts of canyons, Colorado, Nor you, Yosemite—nor Yellowstone, with…
O magnet-south! O glistening perfumed S… O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse and… to me! O dear to me my birth-things—all moving… was born—the grains, plants, rivers,
Recorders ages hence! Come, I will take you down underneath t… tell you what to say of me; Publish my name and hang up my picture a… lover,
(“The Seventeenth—the finest Regimental… Through the soft evening air enwinding a… Rocks, woods, fort, cannon, pacing sentr… In dulcet streams, in flutes’ and cornet… Electric, pensive, turbulent, artificial…
Of Equality—as if it harm’d me, giving… rights as myself—as if it were not indis… that others possess the same.
Down on the ancient wharf, the sand, I… He shipp’d as green-hand boy, and sail’d… vehement notion;) Since, twenty years and more have circle… While he the globe was circling round an…
Out of the cradle endlessly rocking, Out of the mocking-bird’s throat, the mu… Out of the Ninth-month midnight, Over the sterile sands and the fields be… bed wander’d alone, bareheaded, barefoot…
Lover divine and perfect Comrade, Waiting content, invisible yet, but cert… Be thou my God. Thou, thou, the Ideal Man, Fair, able, beautiful, content, and lovi…
A thousand perfect men and women appear, Around each gathers a cluster of friends… with offerings.