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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

From my Last Years

FROM my last years, last thoughts I here bequeath,
  Scatter’d and dropt, in seeds, and wafted to the West,
  Through moisture of Ohio, prairie soil of Illinois—through Colorado,
        California air,
  For Time to germinate fully.

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Book XXXIV. Sands At Seventy: To-Day and Thee

The appointed winners in a long-st… The course of Time and nations—Eg… The past entire, with all its hero… Its store of songs, inventions, vo… Garner’d for now and thee—To thin…
Book XVII. Birds Of Passage: With Antecedents

With antecedents, With my fathers and mothers and th… With all which, had it not been,… With Egypt, India, Phenicia, Gre… With the Kelt, the Scandinavian,…
In Clouds Descending, in Midnight Sleep

IN clouds descending, in midnight… Of the look at first of the mortal… Of the dead on their backs, with a… I dream, I dream, I dream. Of scenes of nature, the fields an…
Song of Myself, XLIII

I do not despise you priests, all… My faith is the greatest of faiths… Enclosing worship ancient and mode… Believing I shall come again upon… Waiting responses from oracles, ho…
Book XXXIII. Songs Of Parting: The Untold Want

The untold want, by life and land… Now, Voyager, sail thou forth, to…
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Book XXX. Whispers of Heavenly Death: O Living Always, Always Dying

O living always, always dying! O the burials of me past and prese… O me while I stride ahead, materi… O me, what I was for years, now d… O to disengage myself from those c…
Book XXIV. Autumn Rivulets: This Compost

Something startles me where I tho… I withdraw from the still woods I… I will not go now on the pastures… I will not strip the clothes from… I will not touch my flesh to the e…
Book XXXII. From Noon to Starry Night: By Broad Potomac’s Shore

By broad Potomac’s shore, again o… (Still uttering, still ejaculating… Again old heart so gay, again to y… returning, Again the freshness and the odors,…
As I Sat Alone by Blue Ontario’s Shores

As I mused of these mighty days, and of peace return’d, and the dead that return no more, A Phantom, gigantic, superb, with stern visage, accosted me; Chant me the poem, it said, ...
Book XXI. Drum-Taps: Year that Trembled and Reel’d Beneath Me

Year that trembled and reel’d bene… Your summer wind was warm enough,… A thick gloom fell through the sun… Must I change my triumphant songs… Must I indeed learn to chant the…
Book XXIII: Reversals

Let that which stood in front go b… Let that which was behind advance… Let bigots, fools, unclean persons… Let the old propositions be postpo… Let a man seek pleasure everywhere…
Book XIX: To Think of Time

To think of time—of all that retro… To think of to-day, and the ages c… Have you guess’d you yourself woul… Have you dreaded these earth-beetl… Have you fear’d the future would b…
Song of Myself, III

I have heard what the talkers were… beginning and the end But I do not talk of the beginnin… There was never any more inception… Nor any more youth or age than the…
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Book XX. By The Roadside: Europe(The 72d and 73d Years of These States)

Suddenly out of its stale and drow… Like lightning it le’pt forth half… Its feet upon the ashes and the ra… O hope and faith! O aching close of exiled patriots’…
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A Leaf of Faces

SAUNTERING the pavement, or r… road—lo! such faces! Faces of friendship, precision, ca… ideality; The spiritual prescient face—the a…



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