Poems by Walt Whitman
So Far and So Far, and on Toward the End.
... Whether I shall make THE POEM OF THE NEW WORLD, transcending all othersdepends, rich ...
From Paumanok Starting.
... ) Then to Ohio and Indiana to sing theirsto Missouri and Kansas and Arkansas, to sing ...
City Dead-House, The.
... Nor stillness so cold, nor running water from faucet, nor odors morbific impress me ...
at Weeping Face.
... WHAT weeping face is that looking from the window ...
Among the Multitude.
... Acknowledging none elsenot parent, wife, husband, brother, child, any nearer than I ...
Vigil Strange I Kept on the Field.
... And there and then, and bathed by the rising sun, my son in his grave, in his rude-dug ...
Shut Not Your Doors, &c.
... To the sense of Deathand accepting, exulting in Death, in its turn, the same as life, ...
Mystic Trumpeter, The.
... bayonets; I see the grime-faced cannoniersI mark the rosy flash amid the smokeI hear the ...
These, I, Singing in Spring.
... from me, And this, O this shall henceforth be the token of comradesthis Calamus-root shall, ...
Facing West from Californiaâs Shores.
... I, a child, very old, over waves, towards the house of maternity, the land of migrations, ...
Two Rivulets.
... These ripples, passing surges, streams of Death and Life, ...
World Below the Brine, The.
... The change thence to the sight here, and to the subtle air breathed by beings like us, who ...
Mediums.
... They shall be complete women and mentheir pose brawny and supple, their drink water, ...
To the East and to the West.
... I believe the main purport of These States is to found a superb friendship, exalté, ...
Rise, O Days.
... Noted the slender and jagged threads of lightning, as sudden and fast amid the din they ...
