Poems by Walt Whitman
Perfections.
... ONLY themselves understand themselves, and the like of themselves, ...
To Thee, Old Cause!
... (I think all war through time was really fought, and ever will be really fought, ...
Myself and Mine.
... myself do; I charge you, too, forever, reject those who would expound mefor I cannot expound ...
Spontaneous Me.
... ) Love-thoughts, love-juice, love-odor, love-yielding, love-climbers, and the climbing sap, ...
Drum-Taps.
... shoulders! How I love them! how I could hug them, with their brown faces, and their clothes and ...
Walt Whitmans Caution.
... Once fully enslaved, no nation, state, city, of this earth, ever afterward resumes its ...
City of Orgies.
... Not thosebut, as I pass, O Manhattan! your frequent and swift flash of eyes offering ...
This Dust was Once the Man.
... Against the foulest crime in history known in any land or age, ...
Sleepers, The.
... 15 A show of the summer softness! a contact of something unseen! an amour of the light and ...
Turn, O Libertad.
... (From it and all henceforth expanding, doubting no more, resolute, sweeping the world,) ...
I Dreamd in a Dream.
... I DREAMD in a dream, I saw a city invincible to the attacks of the whole of the rest of ...
Here, Sailor.
... Or, coming in, to avoid the bars, and follow the channel, a perfect pilot needs ...
Proud Music of The Storm.
... The psalm in the country church, or mid the clustering trees, the open air camp-meeting, ...
I am He that Aches with Love.
... Does not all matter, aching, attract all matter ...
I Thought I was not Alone.
... As I lean and look through the glimmering lightthat one has utterly disappeared, ...
