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Respondez!
© Walt Whitman
RESPONDEZ! Respondez!
(The war is completedthe price is paidthe title is settled beyond recall;)
Let every one answer! let those who sleep be waked! let none evade!
Must we still go on with our affectations and sneaking?
Salut au Monde.
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O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman!
Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds!
Such joind unended links, each hookd to the next!
Carol of Words.
© Walt Whitman
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EARTH, round, rolling, compactsuns, moons, animalsall these are words to be
said;
Watery, vegetable, sauroid advancesbeings, premonitions, lispings of the future,
Says.
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I SAY whatever tastes sweet to the most perfect person, that is finally right.
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I say nourish a great intellect, a great brain;
A Carol of Harvest, for 1867
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A SONG of the good green grass!
A song no more of the city streets;
A song of farmsa song of the soil of fields.
Souvenirs of Democracy.
© Walt Whitman
THE business man, the acquirer vast,
After assiduous years, surveying results, preparing for departure,
Devises houses and lands to his childrenbequeaths stocks, goodsfunds for a
school
A Boston Ballad, 1854.
© Walt Whitman
TO get betimes in Boston town, I rose this morning early;
Heres a good place at the cornerI must stand and see the show.
Clear the way there, Jonathan!
Song of the Universal.
© Walt Whitman
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COME, said the Muse,
Sing me a song no poet yet has chanted,
Sing me the Universal.
World, Take Good Notice.
© Walt Whitman
WORLD, take good notice, silver stars fading,
Milky hue ript, weft of white detaching,
Coals thirty-eight, baleful and burning,
Scarlet, significant, hands off warning,
Now and henceforth flaunt from these shores. 5
Longings for Home.
© Walt Whitman
O MAGNET-SOUTH! O glistening, perfumed South! My South!
O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse, and love! Good and evil! O all dear to me!
O dear to me my birth-thingsAll moving things, and the trees where I was
bornthe
City of Ships.
© Walt Whitman
CITY of ships!
(O the black ships! O the fierce ships!
O the beautiful, sharp-bowd steam-ships and sail-ships!)
City of the world! (for all races are here;
Aboard at a Ships Helm.
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, at a ships helm,
A young steersman, steering with care.
A bell through fog on a sea-coast dolefully ringing,
Roaming in Thought.
© Walt Whitman
ROAMING in thought over the Universe, I saw the little that is Good steadily hastening
towards
immortality,
And the vast all that is calld Evil I saw hastening to merge itself and become lost
and
dead.
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!
Sleepers, The.
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I WANDER all night in my vision,
Stepping with light feet, swiftly and noiselessly stepping and stopping,
Bending with open eyes over the shut eyes of sleepers,
City of Orgies.
© Walt Whitman
CITY of orgies, walks and joys!
City whom that I have lived and sung in your midst will one day make you illustrious,
Not the pageants of younot your shifting tableaux, your spectacles, repay me;
Not the interminable rows of your housesnor the ships at the wharves,
Drum-Taps.
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FIRST, O songs, for a prelude,
Lightly strike on the stretchd tympanum, pride and joy in my city,
How she led the rest to armshow she gave the cue,
Myself and Mine.
© Walt Whitman
MYSELF and mine gymnastic ever,
To stand the cold or heatto take good aim with a gunto sail a boatto
manage
horsesto beget superb children,
To Thee, Old Cause!
© Walt Whitman
TO thee, old Cause!
Thou peerless, passionate, good cause!
Thou stern, remorseless, sweet Idea!
Deathless throughout the ages, races, lands!
Passage to India.
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SINGING my days,
Singing the great achievements of the present,
Singing the strong, light works of engineers,
