#Americans #XIXCentury #1855 #LeavesOfGrass
Suddenly out of its stale and drowsy lai… Like lightning it le’pt forth half start… Its feet upon the ashes and the rags, it… O hope and faith! O aching close of exiled patriots’ lives…
#1855 #LeavesOfGrass
A mask, a perpetual natural disguiser of… Concealing her face, concealing her form… Changes and transformations every hour,… Falling upon her even when she sleeps.
And now, gentlemen, A word I give to remain in your memorie… As base, and finale too, for all metaphy… (So, to the students, the old professor, At the close of his crowded course.)
Something startles me where I thought I… I withdraw from the still woods I loved… I will not go now on the pastures to wal… I will not strip the clothes from my bod… I will not touch my flesh to the earth a…
I heard you solemn-sweet pipes of the or… pass’d the church, Winds of autumn, as I walk’d the woods… stretch’d sighs up above so mournful, I heard the perfect Italian tenor singi…
You laggards there on guard! look to you… In at the conquer’d doors they crowd! I… Embody all presences outlaw’d or sufferi… See myself in prison shaped like another… And feel the dull unintermitted pain.
Shot gold, maroon and violet, dazzling s… The earth’s whole amplitude and Nature’… for once to colors; The light, the general air possess’d by… No limit, confine—not the Western sky a…
Facing west, from California’s shores, Inquiring, tireless, seeking what is yet… I, a child, very old, over waves, toward… land of migrations, look afar, Look off the shores of my Western Sea—t…
As I watch’d the ploughman ploughing, Or the sower sowing in the fields, or th… I saw there too, O life and death, your… (Life, life is the tillage, and Death i…
As I lay with my head in your lap, came… The confession I made I resume—what I… the open air I resume: I know I am restless, and make others s… I know my words are weapons, full of dan…
Come, said my Soul Such verses for my Body let us write, (… That should I after death invisibly ret… Or, long, long hence, in other spheres, There to some group of mates the chants…
The last sunbeam Lightly falls from the finish’d Sabbath… On the pavement here, and there beyond i… Down a new-made double grave. Lo, the moon ascending,
And as to you Death, and you bitter hug… To his work without flinching the accouc… I see the elder-hand pressing receiving… I recline by the sills of the exquisite… And mark the outlet, and mark the relief…
From pent-up, aching rivers; From that of myself, without which I we… From what I am determin’d to make illus… among men; From my own voice resonant—singing the p…
In some unused lagoon, some nameless bay… On sluggish, lonesome waters, anchor’d n… An old, dismasted, gray and batter’d shi… After free voyages to all the seas of ea… tight,