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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

Solid, Ironical, Rolling Orb

SOLID, ironical, rolling orb!
Master of all, and matter of fact!—at last I accept your
        terms;
Bringing to practical, vulgar tests, of all my ideal
        dreams,
And of me, as lover and hero.

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Book XXXII. From Noon to Starry Night: Thou Orb Aloft Full-Dazzling

Thou orb aloft full-dazzling! thou… Flooding with sheeny light the gra… The sibilant near sea with vistas… And tawny streaks and shades and s… O sun of noon refulgent! my specia…
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Song of Myself, XXXII

I think I could turn and live wit… I stand and look at them long and… They do not sweat and whine about… They do not lie awake in the dark… They do not make me sick discussin…
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Song of Myself, XXII

You sea! I resign myself to you a… I behold from the beach your crook… I believe you refuse to go back wi… We must have a turn together, I u… Cushion me soft, rock me in billow…
Book XX. By The Roadside: Offerings

A thousand perfect men and women a… Around each gathers a cluster of f… with offerings.
Book XXIV. Autumn Rivulets: To Him that Was Crucified

My spirit to yours dear brother, Do not mind because many sounding… I do not sound your name, but I u… I specify you with joy O my comra… who are with you, before and since…
Book V. Calamus: A Leaf for Hand in Hand

A Leaf for hand in hand! You natural persons old and young! You on the Mississippi, and on al… Mississippi! You friendly boatmen and mechanics…
Book XXXIV. Sands At Seventy: Abraham Lincoln, Born Feb. 12, 1809

To-day, from each and all, a breat… To memory of Him—to birth of Him.
Book XXXV. Good-Bye My Fancy: Unseen Buds

Unseen buds, infinite, hidden well… Under the snow and ice, under the… Like babes in wombs, latent, folde… Billions of billions, and trillion… (On earth and in the sea—the unive…
Book XXI. Drum-Taps: To the Leaven’D Soil They Trod

To the leaven’d soil they trod cal… (Forth from my tent emerging for g… In the freshness the forenoon air,… again to peace restored, To the fiery fields emanative and…
Book XXXIV. Sands At Seventy: Twenty Years

Down on the ancient wharf, the san… He shipp’d as green-hand boy, and… vehement notion;) Since, twenty years and more have… While he the globe was circling ro…
Carol of Occupations

COME closer to me; Push close, my lovers, and take th… Yield closer and closer, and give… This is unfinish’d business with m… (I was chill’d with the cold types…
The Veteran's Vision

WHILE my wife at my side lies sl… are over long, And my head on the pillow rests at… tic midnight passes, And through the stillness, through…
Book XX. By The Roadside: Thought

Of obedience, faith, adhesiveness; As I stand aloof and look there i… in large masses of men following t… men.
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Primeval my Love for the Woman I Love

PRIMEVAL my love for the woman… O bride! O wife! more resistless,… thought of you! Then separate, as disembodied, the… The ethereal, the last athletic re…
Song of Myself, XIII

The negro holds firmly the reins o… The negro that drives the long dra… His blue shirt exposes his ample n… His glance is calm and commanding,… The sun falls on his crispy hair a…



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