Walt Whitman Poems

  • 151.  
    RESPONDEZ! Respondez!
    (The war is completed--the price is paid--the title is settled beyond recall;)
  • 152.  
    WHAT place is besieged, and vainly tries to raise the siege?
    Lo! I send to that place a commander, swift, brave, immortal; And with him horse and foot--and parks of artillery,
  • 153.  
    IN a faraway northern county, in the placid, pastoral region,
    Lives my farmer friend, the theme of my recitative, a famous Tamer of Oxen:
  • 154.  
    I DREAM'D in a dream, I saw a city invincible to the attacks of the
    whole of the rest of the earth; I dream'd that was the new City of Friends;
  • 155.  
    LOOK down, fair moon, and bathe this scene;
    Pour softly down night's nimbus floods, on faces ghastly, swollen, purple;
  • 156.  
    FAR hence, amid an isle of wondrous beauty,
    Crouching over a grave, an ancient, sorrowful mother, Once a queen--now lean and tatter'd, seated on the ground,
  • 157.  
    THE last sunbeam
    Lightly falls from the finish'd Sabbath, On the pavement here--and there beyond, it is looking,
  • 158.  
    ARE you the new person drawn toward me?
    To begin with, take warning--I am surely far different from what you suppose;
  • 159.  
    SO far, and so far, and on toward the end,
    Singing what is sung in this book, from the irresistible impulses of me;
  • 160.  
    WHAT think you I take my pen in hand to record?
    The battle-ship, perfect-model'd, majestic, that I saw pass the offing to-day under full sail?
  • 161.  
    LONG I thought that knowledge alone would suffice me--O if I could
    but obtain knowledge! Then my lands engrossed me--Lands of the prairies, Ohio's land, the
  • 162.  
    COME, I will make the continent indissoluble;
    I will make the most splendid race the sun ever yet shone upon; I will make divine magnetic lands,
  • 163.  
    FULL of life, now, compact, visible,
    I, forty years old the Eighty-third Year of The States, To one a century hence, or any number of centuries hence,
  • 164.  
    YOU who celebrate bygones!
    Who have explored the outward, the surfaces of the races--the life that has exhibited itself;
  • 165.  
    WHAT am I, after all, but a child, pleas'd with the sound of my own
    name? repeating it over and over; I stand apart to hear--it never tires me.
  • 166.  
    A THOUSAND perfect men and women appear,
    Around each gathers a cluster of friends, and gay children and youths, with offerings.
  • 167.  
    HERE the frailest leaves of me, and yet my strongest-lasting:
    Here I shade and hide my thoughts--I myself do not expose them, And yet they expose me more than all my other poems.
  • 168.  
    NOT heaving from my ribb'd breast only;
    Not in sighs at night, in rage, dissatisfied with myself; Not in those long-drawn, ill-supprest sighs;
  • 169.  
    YEARS of the modern! years of the unperform'd!
    Your horizon rises--I see it parting away for more august dramas; I see not America only--I see not only Liberty's nation, but other
  • 170.  
    SILENT and amazed, even when a little boy,
    I remember I heard the preacher every Sunday put God in his statements,
  • 171.  
    PENSIVE and faltering,
    The words, the dead, I write; For living are the Dead;
  • 172.  
    WHILE my wife at my side lies slumbering, and the wars are over long,
    And my head on the pillow rests at home, and the vacant midnight passes,
  • 173.  
    HARK! some wild trumpeter--some strange musician,
    Hovering unseen in air, vibrates capricious tunes to-night.
  • 174.  
    ONE sweeps by, attended by an immense train,
    All emblematic of peace--not a soldier or menial among them.
  • 175.  
    Hush'd be the camps today,
    And soldiers let us drape our war-worn weapons, And each with musing soul retire to celebrate,
  • 176.  
    GIVE me the splendid silent sun, with all his beams full-dazzling;
    Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orchard; Give me a field where the unmow'd grass grows;
  • 177.  
    O HYMEN! O hymenee!
    Why do you tantalize me thus? O why sting me for a swift moment only?
  • 178.  
    A SIGHT in camp in the day-break grey and dim,
    As from my tent I emerge so early, sleepless, As slow I walk in the cool fresh air, the path near by the hospital
  • 179.  
    NO labor-saving machine,
    Nor discovery have I made; Nor will I be able to leave behind me any wealthy bequest to found a
  • 180.  
    As toilsome I wander'd Virginia's woods,
    To the music of rustling leaves kick'd by my feet, (for 'twas autumn,) I mark'd at the foot of a tree the grave of a soldier;
  • 181.  
    SAUNTERING the pavement, or riding the country by-road--lo! such
    faces! Faces of friendship, precision, caution, suavity, ideality;
  • 182.  
    SPIRIT that form'd this scene,
    These tumbled rock-piles grim and red, These reckless heaven-ambitious peaks,
  • 183.  
    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!
  • 184.  
    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 any--What a paradox
  • 185.  
    ROAMING in thought over the Universe, I saw the little that is Good
    steadily hastening towards immortality, And the vast all that is call'd Evil I saw hastening to merge itself
  • 186.  
    O BITTER sprig! Confession sprig!
    In the bouquet I give you place also--I bind you in, Proceeding no further till, humbled publicly,
  • 187.  
    O YOU whom I often and silently come where you are, that I may be
    with you; As I walk by your side, or sit near, or remain in the same room with
  • 188.  
    WITH its cloud of skirmishers in advance,
    With now the sound of a single shot, snapping like a whip, and now an irregular volley,
  • 189.  
    THE indications, and tally of time;
    Perfect sanity shows the master among philosophs; Time, always without flaw, indicates itself in parts;
  • 190.  
    THESE Carols, sung to cheer my passage through the world I see,
    For completion, I dedicate to the Invisible World.
  • 191.  
    WEAPON, shapely, naked, wan!
    Head from the mother's bowels drawn! Wooded flesh and metal bone! limb only one, and lip only one!
  • 192.  
    HE is wisest who has the most caution,
    He only wins who goes far enough.
  • 193.  
    EARTH, round, rolling, compact--suns, moons, animals--all these are
    words to be said; Watery, vegetable, sauroid advances--beings, premonitions, lispings
  • 194.  
    QUICKSAND years that whirl me I know not whither,
    Your schemes, politics, fail--lines give way--substances mock and elude me;
  • 195.  
    TWO Rivulets side by side,
    Two blended, parallel, strolling tides, Companions, travelers, gossiping as they journey.
  • 196.  
    BATHED in war's perfume--delicate flag!
    (Should the days needing armies, needing fleets, come again,) O to hear you call the sailors and the soldiers! flag like a
  • 197.  
    THITHER, as I look, I see each result and glory retracing itself and
    nestling close, always obligated; Thither hours, months, years--thither trades, compacts,
  • 198.  
    A SONG of the good green grass!
    A song no more of the city streets; A song of farms--a song of the soil of fields.
  • 199.  
    ALL you are doing and saying is to America dangled mirages,
    You have not learn'd of Nature--of the politics of Nature, you have not learn'd the great amplitude, rectitude, impartiality;
  • 200.  
Total 372 poems written by Walt Whitman

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