Poems by Walt Whitman
The Runner
... With lightly closed fists, and arms partially rais'd ...
Ah Poverties, Wincings Sulky Retreats
... any You broken resolutions, you racking angers, you smother'd ennuis ...
Not Heaving From My Ribb'd Breast Only
... Nor in the limbs and senses of my body, that take you and dismiss you ...
Sea-Shore Memories
... Whichever way I turn, O I think you could give me my mate back again, ...
Facing West From California's Shores
... I, a child, very old, over waves, towards the house of maternity, the ...
A Boston Ballad
... Here gape your great grand-sons-their wives gaze at them from the ...
Long, Too Long America
... , ah now, to learn from crises of anguish, advancing, grappling with direst fate and recoiling not, ...
As I Lay With My Head in Your Lap, Camerado
... have urged you onward with me, and still urge you, without the least idea what is our destination, ...
After an Interval
... Pondering, reading my own songs, after a long interval, (sorrow and death familiar now) ...
Hush'd Be the Camps Today
... Sing of the love we bore him-because you, dweller in camps, know it truly ...
As A Strong Bird On Pinious Free
... Thee in thy own musicians, singers, artists, unborn yet, but certain ...
The Artilleryman's Vision
... And through the stillness, through the dark, I hear, just hear, the breath of my infant, ...
The Base Of All Metaphysics
... ) Having studied the new and antique, the Greek and Germanic systems, ...
A child said, What is the grass?
... for nothing. I wish I could translate the hints about the dead young men ...
I Heard You, Solemn-sweep Pipes Of The Organ
... … Heart of my love!-you too I heard, murmuring low, through one of ...
