Poems by Walt Whitman
To Think of Time.
... take his own part, witty, sensitive to a slight, ready with life or death for a friend, fond of ...
This Compost.
... That this is no cheat, this transparent green-wash of the sea, which is so amorous after ...
O Living AlwaysAlways Dying.
... ) O to disengage myself from those corpses of me, which I turn and look at, where I cast ...
Of Him I Love Day and Night.
... ) The streets, the shipping, the places of amusement, the Chicago, Boston, Philadelphia, the ...
Unfolded Out of the Folds.
... Unfolded by brawny embraces from the well-muscled woman I love, only thence come ...
To Old Age.
... I SEE in you the estuary that enlarges and spreads itself grandly as it pours in the great Sea. ...
What am I, After All?
... Did you think there was nothing but two or three pronunciations in the sound of your name ...
Unnamed Lands.
... crimes, prisons, slaves, heroes, poets, I suspect their results curiously await in the yet unseen ...
Mannahatta.
... them! The city of such young men, I swear I cannot live happy, without I often go talk, walk, ...
As I Sat Alone by Blue Ontarios Shores.
... States? Does it encompass all The States, and the unexceptional rights of all the men and women of ...
As I Walk These Broad, Majestic Days.
... Like a grand procession, to music of distant bugles, pouring, triumphantly movingand ...
Ship Starting, The.
... The pennant is flying aloft, as she speeds, she speeds so statelybelow, ...
Camps of Green.
... ) For presently, O soldiers, we too camp in our place in the bivouac-camps of green ...
Passage to India.
... together; The whole Earththis cold, impassive, voiceless Earth, shall be completely justified ...
To a Common Prostitute.
... My girl, I appoint with you an appointmentand I charge you that you make preparation ...
