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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

Book I. Inscriptions: Still Though the One I Sing

Still though the one I sing,
(One, yet of contradictions made,) I dedicate to Nationality,
I leave in him revolt, (O latent right of insurrection! O quenchless,
indispensable fire!)

#1855 #AmericanWriters #LeavesOfGrass

Altre opere di Walt Whitman...
Book XXXIII. Songs Of Parting: Joy, Shipmate, Joy!

Joy! shipmate—joy! (Pleas’d to my Soul at death I cr… Our life is closed—our life begins… The long, long anchorage we leave, The ship is clear at last—she leap…
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Book XV: A Song For Occupations

A song for occupations! In the labor of engines and trades… developments, And find the eternal meanings. Workmen and Workwomen!
Song of Myself, XVII

These are really the thoughts of a… If they are not yours as much as m… If they are not the riddle and the… If they are not just as close as t… This is the grass that grows where…
Book XXXII. From Noon to Starry Night: A Clear Midnight

This is thy hour O Soul, thy free… Away from books, away from art, th… Thee fully forth emerging, silent,… lovest best, Night, sleep, death and the stars.
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Book VI: Salut Au Monde

O take my hand, Walt Whitman! Such gliding wonders! such sights… Such join’d unended links, each ho… Each answering all—each sharing th… What widens within you, Walt Whit…
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Book XXVIII: The Sleepers

Stepping with light feet, swiftly and noiselessly stepping and stopping, Bending with open eyes over the shut eyes of sleepers, Wandering and confused, lost to myself, ill-assorted, con...
Man Fishing, by Robert S. Duncanson
Book V. Calamus: To a Stranger

Passing stranger! you do not know… You must be he I was seeking, or… I have somewhere surely lived a li… All is recall’d as we flit by each… You grew up with me, were a boy wi…
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This Day, O Soul

THIS day, O soul, I give you a… Long in the dark, in tarnish and c… has pass’d, and the tarnish gone; …Behold, O soul! it is now a clea… Faithfully showing you all the thi…
Book XXI. Drum-Taps: Not Youth Pertains to Me

Not youth pertains to me, Nor delicatesse, I cannot beguile… Awkward in the parlor, neither a d… In the learn’d coterie sitting con… to me,
Book XXXIV. Sands At Seventy: True Conquerors

Old farmers, travelers, workmen (n… Old sailors, out of many a perilou… Old soldiers from campaigns, with… Enough that they’ve survived at al… Forth from their struggles, trials…
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 V. Calamus: To the East and to the West

To the East and to the West; To the man of the Seaside State,… To the Kanadian of the North—to t… These, with perfect trust, to depi… all men;
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Book XXI. Drum-Taps: Spirit Whose Work Is Done (Washington City, 1865)

Spirit whose work is done—spirit o… Ere departing fade from my eyes yo… Spirit of gloomiest fears and doub… Spirit of many a solemn day and ma… That with muttering voice through…
Not my Enemies Ever Invade Me

NOT my enemies ever invade me—no… them I fear; But the lovers I recklessly love—… Lo! me, ever open and helpless, be… Utterly abject, grovelling on the…
To Other Lands

I HEAR you have been asking for… sent the new race, our self-poised… Therefore I send you my poems, th… them what you wanted.



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