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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

Who Is Now Reading This?

May-be one is now reading this who knows some wrong-doing of my past
        life,
  Or may-be a stranger is reading this who has secretly loved me,
  Or may-be one who meets all my grand assumptions and egotisms with
        derision,
  Or may-be one who is puzzled at me.
 
  As if I were not puzzled at myself!
  Or as if I never deride myself! (O conscience—struck! O self—
        convicted!)
  Or as if I do not secretly love strangers! (O tenderly, a long time,
        and never avow it;)
  Or as if I did not see, perfectly well, interior in myself, the stuff
        of wrong-doing,
  Or as if it could cease transpiring from me until it must cease.   10

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Otras obras de Walt Whitman...
Book XXXIV. Sands At Seventy: The Wallabout Martyrs

Greater than memory of Achilles o… More, more by far to thee than tom… Those cart loads of old charnel as… Once living men—once resolute cour… The stepping stones to thee to-day…
Brother of All, With Genesrous Hand

BROTHER of all, with generous h… Of thee, pondering on thee, as o’e… A thought to launch in memory of t… A burial verse for thee. What may we chant, O thou within…
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…
Book XXXIII. Songs Of Parting: So Long!

To conclude, I announce what come… I remember I said before my leave… I would raise my voice jocund and… When America does what was promis… When through these States walk a…
Burial

1 To think of it! To think of time—of all that retro… To think of to—day and the ages co… forward! 2 Have you guess’d you yourself w…
Book XIX. Sea-Drift: Patroling Barnegat

Wild, wild the storm, and the sea… Steady the roar of the gale, with… Shouts of demoniac laughter fitful… Waves, air, midnight, their savage… Out in the shadows there milk-whit…
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, VII

Has any one supposed it lucky to b… I hasten to inform him or her it i… I pass death with the dying and bi… And peruse manifold objects, no tw… The earth good and the stars good,…
Says

I SAY whatever tastes sweet to t… —That is finally right. I SAY the human shape or face is… never be made ridiculous; I say for ornaments nothing outré…
Song of Myself, XXV

Dazzling and tremendous how quick… If I could not now and always sen… We also ascend dazzling and tremen… We found our own O my soul in the… My voice goes after what my eyes c…
Book XIX. Sea-Drift: On the Beach at Night

On the beach at night, Stands a child with her father, Watching the east, the autumn sky. Up through the darkness, While ravening clouds, the burial…
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Book XXXII. From Noon to Starry Night: The Mystic Trumpeter

Hark, some wild trumpeter, some st… Hovering unseen in air, vibrates c… I hear thee trumpeter, listening a… Now pouring, whirling like a tempe… Now low, subdued, now in the dista…
Book XX. By The Roadside: A Boston Ballad (1854)

To get betimes in Boston town I r… Here’s a good place at the corner,… Clear the way there Jonathan! Way for the President’s marshal—w… Way for the Federal foot and drag…
Book XXX. Whispers of Heavenly Death: To One Shortly to Die

From all the rest I single out yo… You are to die—let others tell you… I am exact and merciless, but I l… Softly I lay my right hand upon y… I do not argue, I bend my head cl…
Book XX. By The Roadside: Perfections

Only themselves understand themsel… As souls only understand souls.
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