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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

Book XX. By The Roadside: Gliding Over All

Gliding o’er all, through all,
Through Nature, Time, and Space,
As a ship on the waters advancing,
The voyage of the soul—not life alone,
Death, many deaths I’ll sing.

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Autres oeuvres par Walt Whitman...
Book XIX. Sea-Drift: After the Sea-Ship

After the sea-ship, after the whis… After the white-gray sails taut to… Below, a myriad myriad waves haste… Tending in ceaseless flow toward t… Waves of the ocean bubbling and gu…
Song of Myself, VIII

The little one sleeps in its cradl… I lift the gauze and look a long t… The youngster and the red-faced gi… I peeringly view them from the top… The suicide sprawls on the bloody…
Book XXX. Whispers of Heavenly Death: What Ship Puzzled at Sea

What ship puzzled at sea, cons for… Or coming in, to avoid the bars an… Here, sailor! here, ship! take abo… Whom, in a little boat, putting of…
Book XXXIV. Sands At Seventy: After the Supper and Talk

After the supper and talk—after th… As a friend from friends his final… Good-bye and Good-bye with emotio… (So hard for his hand to release t… No more for communion of sorrow an…
Man looking at the stars
Book XX. By The Roadside: When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer

When I heard the learn’d astronom… When the proofs, the figures, were… When I was shown the charts and d… them, When I sitting heard the astronom…
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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 XX. By The Roadside: Beautiful Women

Women sit or move to and fro, some… The young are beautiful—but the ol…
Book XXI. Drum-Taps: The Artilleryman’s Vision

While my wife at my side lies slum… And my head on the pillow rests at… And through the stillness, through… of my infant, There in the room as I wake from…
Or From That Sea of Time

OR, from that Sea of Time, Spray, blown by the wind—a double… (O little shells, so curious-convo… Yet will you not, to the tympans o… Murmurs and echoes still bring up—…
Song of Myself, XXX

All truths wait in all things, They neither hasten their own deli… They do not need the obstetric for… The insignificant is as big to me… (What is less or more than a touch…
Book XXIV. Autumn Rivulets: The Return of the Heroes

For the lands, and for these passi… Now I awhile return to thee, O so… Reclining on thy breast, giving my… Answering the pulses of thy sane a… Tuning a verse for thee.
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…
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 I. Inscriptions: Still Though the One I Sing

Still though the one I sing, (One, yet of contradictions made,)… I leave in him revolt, (O latent… indispensable fire!)
Book I. Inscriptions: Thou Reader

Thou reader throbbest life and pri… Therefore for thee the following c…



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