Poems begining by A
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Aboard at a Ships Helm.
© Walt Whitman
, at a ships helm,
A young steersman, steering with care.
A bell through fog on a sea-coast dolefully ringing,
A Farm-Picture.
© Walt Whitman
THROUGH the ample open door of the peaceful country barn,
A sun-lit pasture field, with cattle and horses feeding;
And haze, and vista, and the far horizon, fading away.
Assurances.
© Walt Whitman
I NEED no assurancesI am a man who is preoccupied, of his own Soul;
I do not doubt that from under the feet, and beside the hands and face I am cognizant of,
are
now looking faces I am not cognizant ofcalm and actual faces;
A Riddle Song.
© Walt Whitman
THAT which eludes this verse and any verse,
Unheard by sharpest ear, unformd in clearest eye or cunningest mind,
Nor lore nor fame, nor happiness nor wealth,
And yet the pulse of every heart and life throughout the world incessantly,
A Song.
© Walt Whitman
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COME, I will make the continent indissoluble;
I will make the most splendid race the sun ever yet shone upon;
I will make divine magnetic lands,
An Old Mans Thought of School.
© Walt Whitman
AN old mans thought of School;
An old man, gathering youthful memories and blooms, that youth itself cannot.
Now only do I know you!
As I Walk These Broad, Majestic Days.
© Walt Whitman
AS I walk these broad, majestic days of peace,
(For the war, the struggle of blood finishd, wherein, O terrific Ideal!
Against vast odds, having gloriously won,
Now thou stridest onyet perhaps in time toward denser wars,
As I Sat Alone by Blue Ontarios Shores.
© Walt Whitman
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AS I sat alone, by blue Ontarios shore,
As I mused of these mighty days, and of peace returnd, and the dead that return no
more,
A Woman Waits for Me.
© Walt Whitman
A WOMAN waits for meshe contains all, nothing is lacking,
Yet all were lacking, if sex were lacking, or if the moisture of the right man were
lacking.
As the Time Draws Nigh.
© Walt Whitman
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AS the time draws nigh, glooming, a cloud,
A dread beyond, of I know not what, darkens me.
A Hand-Mirror.
© Walt Whitman
HOLD it up sternly! See this it sends back! (Who is it? Is it you?)
Outside fair costumewithin ashes and filth,
No more a flashing eyeno more a sonorous voice or springy step;
Now some slaves eye, voice, hands, step,
All is Truth.
© Walt Whitman
O ME, man of slack faith so long!
Standing aloofdenying portions so long;
Only aware to-day of compact, all-diffused truth;
Discovering to-day there is no lie, or form of lie, and can be none, but grows as
Adieu to a Soldier.
© Walt Whitman
ADIEU, O soldier!
You of the rude campaigning, (which we shared,)
The rapid march, the life of the camp,
The hot contention of opposing frontsthe long manoeuver,
Ashes of Soldiers.
© Walt Whitman
ASHES of soldiers!
As I muse, retrospective, murmuring a chant in thought,
Lo! the war resumesagain to my sense your shapes,
And again the advance of armies.
As I Ponderd in Silence.
© Walt Whitman
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AS I ponderd in silence,
Returning upon my poems, considering, lingering long,
A Phantom arose before me, with distrustful aspect,
An Asphodel
© Allen Ginsberg
O dear sweet rosy
unattainable desire
...how sad, no way
to change the mad
cultivated asphodel, the
visible reality...
A Desolation
© Allen Ginsberg
Now mind is clear
as a cloudless sky.
Time then to make a
home in wilderness.
A Western Ballad
© Allen Ginsberg
When I died, love, when I died
my heart was broken in your care;
I never suffered love so fair
as now I suffer and abide
when I died, love, when I died.
