Walt Whitman Poems

  • 51.  
    Were you looking to be held together by the lawyers? By an agreement on a paper? Or by arms?
  • 52.  
    THOU who hast slept all night upon the storm,
    Waking renew'd on thy prodigious pinions, (Burst the wild storm? above it thou ascended'st,
  • 53.  
    A LINE in long array, where they wind betwixt green islands;
    They take a serpentine course--their arms flash in the sun--Hark to the musical clank;
  • 54.  
    OTHERS may praise what they like;
    But I, from the banks of the running Missouri, praise nothing, in art, or aught else,
  • 55.  
    I WILL take an egg out of the robin's nest in the orchard,
    I will take a branch of gooseberries from the old bush in the garden, and go and preach to the world;
  • 56.  
    NOW list to my morning's romanza--I tell the signs of the Answerer;
    To the cities and farms I sing, as they spread in the sunshine before me.
  • 57.  
    I WANDER all night in my vision,
    Stepping with light feet, swiftly and noiselessly stepping and stopping,
  • 58.  
    I NEED no assurances--I 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
  • 59.  
    DID YOU ask dulcet rhymes from me?
    Did you seek the civilian's peaceful and languishing rhymes? Did you find what I sang erewhile so hard to follow?
  • 60.  
    IN a little house keep I pictures suspended, it is not a fix'd house,
    It is round, it is only a few inches from one side to the other; Yet behold, it has room for all the shows of the world, all memories?
  • 61.  
    THIS moment yearning and thoughtful, sitting alone,
    It seems to me there are other men in other lands, yearning and thoughtful;
  • 62.  
    NIGHT on the prairies;
    The supper is over--the fire on the ground burns low; The wearied emigrants sleep, wrapt in their blankets:
  • 63.  
    GIVE me your hand, old Revolutionary;
    The hill-top is nigh--but a few steps, (make room, gentlemen;) Up the path you have follow'd me well, spite of your hundred and
  • 64.  
    BEHOLD this swarthy face--these gray eyes,
    This beard--the white wool, unclipt upon my neck, My brown hands, and the silent manner of me, without charm;
  • 65.  
    IS reform needed? Is it through you?
    The greater the reform needed, the greater the personality you need to accomplish it.
  • 66.  
    As I ebb'd with the ocean of life, As I wended the shores I know,
  • 67.  
    I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the
    beginning and the end But I do not talk of the beginning or the end.
  • 68.  
    NOT heat flames up and consumes,
    Not sea-waves hurry in and out, Not the air, delicious and dry, the air of the ripe summer, bears
  • 69.  
    I SAW old General at bay;
    (Old as he was, his grey eyes yet shone out in battle like stars;) His small force was now completely hemm'd in, in his works;
  • 70.  
    NOW, dearest comrade, lift me to your face,
    We must separate awhile--Here! take from my lips this kiss. Whoever you are, I give it especially to you;
  • 71.  
    LONG, too long, O land,
    Traveling roads all even and peaceful, you learn'd from joys and prosperity only;
  • 72.  
    YET, yet, ye downcast hours, I know ye also;
    Weights of lead, how ye clog and cling at my ankles! Earth to a chamber of mourning turns--I hear the o'erweening, mocking
  • 73.  
    THE prairie-grass dividing--its special odor breathing,
    I demand of it the spiritual corresponding, Demand the most copious and close companionship of men,
  • 74.  
    THINK of the Soul;
    I swear to you that body of yours gives proportions to your Soul somehow to live in other spheres;
  • 75.  
    For the lands, and for these passionate days, and for myself,
    Now I awhile return to thee, O soil of autumn fields, Reclining on thy breast, giving myself to thee,
  • 76.  
    SHUT not your doors to me, proud libraries,
    For that which was lacking on all your well-fill'd shelves, yet needed most, I bring;
  • 77.  
    SOLID, ironical, rolling orb!
    Master of all, and matter of fact! - at last I accept your terms; Bringing to practical, vulgar tests, of all my ideal dreams,
  • 78.  
    A LEAF for hand in hand!
    You natural persons old and young! You on the Mississippi, and on all the branches and bayous of the
  • 79.  
    ON my northwest coast in the midst of the night, a fishermen's group
    stands watching; Out on the lake, that expands before them, others are spearing
  • 80.  
    FACING west, from California's shores,
    Inquiring, tireless, seeking what is yet unfound, I, a child, very old, over waves, towards the house of maternity, the
  • 81.  
    OUT of the murk of heaviest clouds,
    Out of the feudal wrecks, and heap'd-up skeletons of kings, Out of that old entire European debris--the shatter'd mummeries,
  • 82.  
    I SEE before me now, a traveling army halting;
    Below, a fertile valley spread, with barns, and the orchards of summer;
  • 83.  
    YOU just maturing youth! You male or female!
    Remember the organic compact of These States, Remember the pledge of the Old Thirteen thenceforward to the rights,
  • 84.  
    NOT youth pertains to me,
    Nor delicatesse--I cannot beguile the time with talk; Awkward in the parlor, neither a dancer nor elegant;
  • 85.  
    Come, said my soul,
    Such verses for my body let us write, (For we are One), That should I after death invisibly return,
  • 86.  
    O A new song, a free song,
  • 87.  
    SINGING my days,
    Singing the great achievements of the present, Singing the strong, light works of engineers,
  • 88.  
    WITH antecedents;
    With my fathers and mothers, and the accumulations of past ages; With all which, had it not been, I would not now be here, as I am:
  • 89.  
    THERE are who teach only the sweet lessons of peace and safety;
    But I teach lessons of war and death to those I love, That they readily meet invasions, when they come.
  • 90.  
    O STAR of France!
    The brightness of thy hope and strength and fame, Like some proud ship that led the fleet so long,
  • 91.  
    NATIONS ten thousand years before These States, and many times ten
    thousand years before These States; Garner'd clusters of ages, that men and women like us grew up and
  • 92.  
    WORLD, take good notice, silver stars fading,
    Milky hue ript, weft of white detaching, Coals thirty-eight, baleful and burning,
  • 93.  
    WHY! who makes much of a miracle?
    As to me, I know of nothing else but miracles, Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,
  • 94.  
    FORMS, qualities, lives, humanity, language, thoughts,
    The ones known, and the ones unknown--the ones on the stars, The stars themselves, some shaped, others unshaped,
  • 95.  
    WHAT best I see in thee,
    Is not that where thou mov'st down history's great highways, Ever undimm'd by time shoots warlike victory's dazzle,
  • 96.  
    TO the East and to the West;
    To the man of the Seaside State, and of Pennsylvania, To the Kanadian of the North--to the Southerner I love;
  • 97.  
    THAT shadow, my likeness, that goes to and fro, seeking a livelihood,
    chattering, chaffering; How often I find myself standing and looking at it where it flits;
  • 98.  
    TO conclude--I announce what comes after me;
    I announce mightier offspring, orators, days, and then, for the present, depart.
  • 99.  
    AS at thy portals also death,
    Entering thy sovereign, dim, illimitable grounds, To memories of my mother, to the divine blending, maternity,
  • 100.  
    I SEE the sleeping babe, nestling the breast of its mother;
    The sleeping mother and babe- hush'd, I study them long and long.
Total 372 poems written by Walt Whitman

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All the hills and vales along
Earth is bursting into song,
And the singers are the chaps
Who are going to die perhaps.
O sing, marching men,
Till the valleys ring again.
Give your gladness to earth's keeping,
So be glad, when you are sleeping.

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