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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,

To Old Age.

© Walt Whitman

I SEE in you the estuary that enlarges and spreads itself grandly as it pours in the great
Sea.

Unfolded Out of the Folds.

© Walt Whitman

UNFOLDED out of the folds of the woman, man comes unfolded, and is always to
come unfolded;
Unfolded only out of the superbest woman of the earth, is to come the superbest
man of the earth;

To Think of Time.

© Walt Whitman

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TO think of timeof all that retrospection!
To think of to-day, and the ages continued henceforward!

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.

To a Historian.

© Walt Whitman

YOU who celebrate bygones!
Who have explored the outward, the surfaces of the racesthe life that has
exhibited itself;
Who have treated of man as the creature of politics, aggregates, rulers and

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SAUNTERING the pavement, or riding the country by-roadlo! such faces!
Faces of friendship, precision, caution, suavity, ideality;
The spiritual, prescient facethe always welcome, common, benevolent face,

Whispers of Heavenly Death.

© Walt Whitman

WHISPERS of heavenly death, murmurd I hear;
Labial gossip of nightsibilant chorals;
Footsteps gently ascendingmystical breezes, wafted soft and low;
Ripples of unseen riverstides of a current, flowing, forever flowing;

Beginners.

© Walt Whitman

HOW they are provided for upon the earth, (appearing at intervals;)
How dear and dreadful they are to the earth;
How they inure to themselves as much as to anyWhat a paradox appears their age;
How people respond to them, yet know them not;

Poem of Joys.

© Walt Whitman

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O TO make the most jubilant poem!
Even to set off these, and merge with these, the carols of Death.
O full of music! full of manhood, womanhood, infancy!

So Long.

© Walt Whitman

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TO concludeI announce what comes after me;
I announce mightier offspring, orators, days, and then, for the present, depart.

When Lilacs Last in the Door-yard Bloomd.

© Walt Whitman

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WHEN lilacs last in the door-yard bloomd,
And the great star early droopd in the western sky in the night,
I mourndand yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.

Walt Whitman.

© Walt Whitman

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I CELEBRATE myself;
And what I assume you shall assume;
For every atom belonging to me, as good belongs to you.

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,

Plutonian Ode

IWhat new element before us unborn in nature? Is there
a new thing under the Sun?
At last inquisitive Whitman a modern epic, detonative,
Scientific theme

Nagasaki Days

Cumulus clouds float across blue sky
over the white-walled Rockwell Corporation factory
-- am I going to stop that?

Psalm IV

Now I'll record my secret vision, impossible sight of the face of God:
It was no dream, I lay broad waking on a fabulous couch in Harlem
having masturbated for no love, and read half naked an open book of Blake
on my lap

In The Baggage Room At Greyhound

IIn the depths of the Greyhound Terminal
sitting dumbly on a baggage truck looking at the sky
waiting for the Los Angeles Express to depart
worrying about eternity over the Post Office roof in