Walt Whitman Poems

  • 101.  
    HOURS continuing long, sore and heavy-hearted,
    Hours of the dusk, when I withdraw to a lonesome and unfrequented spot, seating myself, leaning my face in my hands;
  • 102.  
    TRICKLE, drops! my blue veins leaving
    O drops of me! trickle, slow drops, Candid, from me falling--drip, bleeding drops,
  • 103.  
    HERE, take this gift!
    I was reserving it for some hero, speaker, or General, One who should serve the good old cause, the great Idea, the progress
  • 104.  
    LAWS for Creations,
    For strong artists and leaders--for fresh broods of teachers, and perfect literats for America,
  • 105.  
    THEE for my recitative!
    Thee in the driving storm, even as now--the snow--the winter-day declining;
  • 106.  
    O to make the most jubilant song!
    Full of music-full of manhood, womanhood, infancy! Full of common employments-full of grain and trees.
  • 107.  
    HAST never come to thee an hour,
    A sudden gleam divine, precipitating, bursting all these bubbles, fashions, wealth?
  • 108.  
    ABOARD, at a ship's helm,
    A young steersman, steering with care.
  • 109.  
    COME, said the Muse,
    Sing me a song no poet yet has chanted, Sing me the Universal.
  • 110.  
    When Lilacs Last in the Door-yard Bloom'd

  • 111.  
    I WAS looking a long while for a clue to the history of the past for
    myself, and for these chants--and now I have found it; It is not in those paged fables in the libraries, (them I neither
  • 112.  
    I HEARD you, solemn-sweet pipes of the organ, as last Sunday morn I
    pass'd the church; Winds of autumn!--as I walk'd the woods at dusk, I heard your long-
  • 113.  
    ONCE I pass'd through a populous city, imprinting my brain, for
    future use, with its shows, architecture, customs, and traditions;
  • 114.  
    WE two--how long we were fool'd!
    Now transmuted, we swiftly escape, as Nature escapes; We are Nature--long have we been absent, but now we return;
  • 115.  
    SMALL is the theme of the following Chant, yet the greatest--namely,
    One's-Self--that wondrous thing a simple, separate person. That, for the use of the New World, I sing.
  • 116.  
    FROM far Dakota's cañons,
    Lands of the wild ravine, the dusky Sioux, the lonesome stretch, the silence,
  • 117.  
    WARBLE me now, for joy of Lilac-time,
    Sort me, O tongue and lips, for Nature's sake, and sweet life's sake--and death's the same as life's,
  • 118.  
    THE world below the brine;
    Forests at the bottom of the sea--the branches and leaves, Sea-lettuce, vast lichens, strange flowers and seeds--the thick
  • 119.  
    NOT alone those camps of white, O soldiers,
    When, as order'd forward, after a long march, Footsore and weary, soon as the light lessen'd, we halted for the
  • 120.  
    A CALIFORNIA song!
    A prophecy and indirection--a thought impalpable, to breathe, as air; A chorus of dryads, fading, departing--or hamadryads departing;
  • 121.  
    BY the City Dead-House, by the gate,
    As idly sauntering, wending my way from the clangor, I curious pause--for lo! an outcast form, a poor dead prostitute
  • 122.  
    MANHATTAN'S streets I saunter'd, pondering,
    On time, space, reality--on such as these, and abreast with them, prudence.
  • 123.  
    AH poverties, wincings, and sulky retreats!
    Ah you foes that in conflict have overcome me! (For what is my life, or any man's life, but a conflict with foes--
  • 124.  
    AS the time draws nigh, glooming, a cloud,
    A dread beyond, of I know not what, darkens me.
  • 125.  
    ADIEU, O soldier!
    You of the rude campaigning, (which we shared,) The rapid march, the life of the camp,
  • 126.  
    AS if a phantom caress'd me,
    I thought I was not alone, walking here by the shore; But the one I thought was with me, as now I walk by the shore--the
  • 127.  
    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
  • 128.  
    I AM he that aches with amorous love;
    Does the earth gravitate? Does not all matter, aching, attract all matter?
  • 129.  
    A PROMISE to California,
    Also to the great Pastoral Plains, and for Oregon: Sojourning east a while longer, soon I travel toward you, to remain,
  • 130.  
    WHO learns my lesson complete?
    Boss, journeyman, apprentice--churchman and atheist, The stupid and the wise thinker--parents and offspring--merchant,
  • 131.  
    When I heard the learn'd astronomer,
    When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me, When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide,
  • 132.  
    CITY of orgies, walks and joys!
    City whom that I have lived and sung in your midst will one day make you illustrious,
  • 133.  
    The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains of my gab and my loitering.
    I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable,
  • 134.  
    BEGINNING my studies, the first step pleas'd me so much,
    The mere fact, consciousness--these forms--the power of motion, The least insect or animal--the senses--eyesight--love;
  • 135.  
    WITH all thy gifts, America,
    (Standing secure, rapidly tending, overlooking the world,) Power, wealth, extent, vouchsafed to thee--With these, and like of
  • 136.  
    BROTHER of all, with generous hand,
    Of thee, pondering on thee, as o'er thy tomb, I and my Soul, A thought to launch in memory of thee,
  • 137.  
    NOT my enemies ever invade me--no harm to my pride from them I fear;
    But the lovers I recklessly love--lo! how they master me! Lo! me, ever open and helpless, bereft of my strength!
  • 138.  
    POETS to come! orators, singers, musicians to come!
    Not to-day is to justify me, and answer what I am for; But you, a new brood, native, athletic, continental, greater than
  • 139.  
    AT the last, tenderly,
    From the walls of the powerful, fortress'd house, From the clasp of the knitted locks--from the keep of the well-closed
  • 140.  
    OR, from that Sea of Time,
    Spray, blown by the wind--a double winrow-drift of weeds and shells; (O little shells, so curious-convolute! so limpid-cold and voiceless!
  • 141.  
    TO thee, old Cause!
    Thou peerless, passionate, good cause! Thou stern, remorseless, sweet Idea!
  • 142.  
    A GLIMPSE, through an interstice caught,
    Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room, around the stove, late of a winter night--And I unremark'd seated in a corner;
  • 143.  
    PROUD music of the storm!
    Blast that careers so free, whistling across the prairies! Strong hum of forest tree-tops! Wind of the mountains!
  • 144.  
    IT was near the close of his indomitable and pious life--on his last voyage
    when nearly 70 years of age--that Columbus, to save his two remaining ships from foundering in the Caribbean Sea in a terrible storm, had to run them
  • 145.  
    SPIRIT whose work is done! spirit of dreadful hours!
    Ere, departing, fade from my eyes your forests of bayonets; Spirit of gloomiest fears and doubts, (yet onward ever unfaltering
  • 146.  
    Long, too long America,
    Traveling roads all even and peaceful you learn'd from joys and prosperity only, But now, ah now, to learn from crises of anguish, advancing, grappling with direst fate and recoiling not,
  • 147.  
    WEAVE in! weave in, my hardy life!
    Weave yet a soldier strong and full, for great campaigns to come; Weave in red blood! weave sinews in, like ropes! the senses, sight
  • 148.  
    And who art thou? said I to the soft-falling shower,
    Which, strange to tell, gave me an answer, as here translated: I am the Poem of Earth, said the voice of the rain,
  • 149.  
    CHANTING the square deific, out of the One advancing, out of the
    sides; Out of the old and new--out of the square entirely divine,
  • 150.  
    RISE, O days, from your fathomless deeps, till you loftier, fiercer
    sweep! Long for my soul, hungering gymnastic, I devour'd what the earth gave
Total 372 poems written by Walt Whitman

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All The Hills And Vales Along
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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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