Poems begining by T
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To the East and to the West.
© Walt Whitman
TO the East and to the West;
To the man of the Seaside State, and of Pennsylvania,
To the Kanadian of the Northto the Southerner I love;
These, with perfect trust, to depict you as myselfthe germs are in all men;
Two Rivulets.
© Walt Whitman
TWO Rivulets side by side,
Two blended, parallel, strolling tides,
Companions, travelers, gossiping as they journey.
These, I, Singing in Spring.
© Walt Whitman
THESE, I, singing in spring, collect for lovers,
(For who but I should understand lovers, and all their sorrow and joy?
And who but I should be the poet of comrades?)
Collecting, I traverse the garden, the worldbut soon I pass the gates,
To a foild European Revolutionaire.
© Walt Whitman
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COURAGE yet! my brother or my sister!
Keep on! Liberty is to be subservd, whatever occurs;
That is nothing, that is quelld by one or two failures, or any number of failures,
This Day, O Soul.
© Walt Whitman
THIS day, O Soul, I give you a wondrous mirror;
Long in the dark, in tarnish and cloud it layBut the cloud has passd, and the
tarnish gone;
... Behold, O Soul! it is now a clean and bright mirror,
Faithfully showing you all the things of the world.
Torch, The.
© Walt Whitman
ON my northwest coast in the midst of the night, a fishermens group stands watching;
Out on the lake, that expands before them, others are spearing salmon;
The canoe, a dim shadowy thing, moves across the black water,
Bearing a Torch a-blaze at the prow.
To Oratists.
© Walt Whitman
TO oratiststo male or female,
Vocalism, measure, concentration, determination, and the divine power to use words.
Are you full-lungd and limber-lippd from long trial? from vigorous practice?
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To a Western Boy.
© Walt Whitman
O BOY of the West!
To you many things to absorb, I teach, to help you become eleve of mine:
Yet if blood like mine circle not in your veins;
If you be not silently selected by lovers, and do not silently select lovers,
Of what use is it that you seek to become eleve of mine? 5
Think of the Soul.
© Walt Whitman
THINK of the Soul;
I swear to you that body of yours gives proportions to your Soul somehow to live in other
spheres;
I do not know how, but I know it is so.
To a President.
© Walt Whitman
ALL you are doing and saying is to America dangled mirages,
You have not learnd of Natureof the politics of Nature, you have not
learnd
the
Tests.
© Walt Whitman
ALL submit to them, where they sit, inner, secure, unapproachable to analysis, in the
Soul;
Not traditionsnot the outer authorities are the judgesthey are the judges of
outer
To a Pupil.
© Walt Whitman
IS reform needed? Is it through you?
The greater the reform needed, the greater the personality you need to accomplish it.
You! do you not see how it would serve to have eyes, blood, complexion, clean and sweet?
That Music Always Round Me.
© Walt Whitman
THAT music always round me, unceasing, unbeginningyet long untaught I did not hear;
But now the chorus I hear, and am elated;
A tenor, strong, ascending, with power and health, with glad notes of day-break I hear,
A soprano, at intervals, sailing buoyantly over the tops of immense waves,
To Him that was Crucified.
© Walt Whitman
MY spirit to yours, dear brother;
Do not mind because many, sounding your name, do not understand you;
I do not sound your name, but I understand you, (there are others also;)
I specify you with joy, O my comrade, to salute you, and to salute those who are with you,
To the Garden the World.
© Walt Whitman
TO the garden, the world, anew ascending,
Potent mates, daughters, sons, preluding,
The love, the life of their bodies, meaning and being,
Curious, here behold my resurrection, after slumber;
Turn, O Libertad.
© Walt Whitman
TURN, O Libertad, for the war is over,
(From it and all henceforth expanding, doubting no more, resolute, sweeping the world,)
Turn from lands retrospective, recording proofs of the past;
From the singers that sing the trailing glories of the past;
This Dust was Once the Man.
© Walt Whitman
THIS dust was once the Man,
Gentle, plain, just and resoluteunder whose cautious hand,
Against the foulest crime in history known in any land or age,
Was saved the Union of These States.
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!
To a Common Prostitute.
© Walt Whitman
BE composedbe at ease with meI am Walt Whitman, liberal and lusty as Nature;
Not till the sun excludes you, do I exclude you;
Not till the waters refuse to glisten for you, and the leaves to rustle for you, do my
words
To Old Age.
© Walt Whitman
I SEE in you the estuary that enlarges and spreads itself grandly as it pours in the great
Sea.
