Walt Whitman Poems

  • 201.  
    AMERICA always!
    Always our own feuillage! Always Florida's green peninsula! Always the priceless delta of
  • 202.  
    OUT from behind this bending, rough-cut Mask,
    (All straighter, liker Masks rejected--this preferr'd,) This common curtain of the face, contain'd in me for me, in you for
  • 203.  
    THROUGH the ample open door of the peaceful country barn,
    A sun-lit pasture field, with cattle and horses feeding; And haze, and vista, and the far horizon, fading away.
  • 204.  
    OF obedience, faith, adhesiveness;
    As I stand aloof and look, there is to me something profoundly affecting in large masses of men, following the lead of those
  • 205.  
    MYSELF and mine gymnastic ever,
    To stand the cold or heat--to take good aim with a gun--to sail a boat--to manage horses--to beget superb children,
  • 206.  
    THOUGHT of the Infinite--the All!
    Be thou my God.
  • 207.  
    ARMâ??D year! year of the struggle!
    No dainty rhymes or sentimental love verses for you, terrible year! Not you as some pale poetling, seated at a desk, lisping cadenzas
  • 208.  
    I MET a Seer,
    Passing the hues and objects of the world, The fields of art and learning, pleasure, sense,
  • 209.  
    FROM my last years, last thoughts I here bequeath,
    Scatter'd and dropt, in seeds, and wafted to the West, Through moisture of Ohio, prairie soil of Illinois--through Colorado,
  • 210.  
    I SAW in Louisiana a live-oak growing,
    All alone stood it, and the moss hung down from the branches; Without any companion it grew there, uttering joyous leaves of dark
  • 211.  
    LOCATIONS and times--what is it in me that meets them all, whenever
    and wherever, and makes me at home? Forms, colors, densities, odors--what is it in me that corresponds
  • 212.  
    TWO boats with nets lying off the sea-beach, quite still,
    Ten fishermen waiting--they discover a thick school of mossbonkers-- they drop the join'd seine-ends in the water,
  • 213.  
    WHO are you, dusky woman, so ancient, hardly human,
    With your woolly-white and turban'd head, and bare bony feet? Why, rising by the roadside here, do you the colors greet?
  • 214.  
    rpest ear, unform'd in clearest eye or cunningest mind,
    Nor lore nor fame, nor happiness nor wealth, And yet the pulse of every heart and life throughout the world
  • 215.  
    DAREST thou now, O Soul,
    Walk out with me toward the Unknown Region, Where neither ground is for the feet, nor any path to follow?
  • 216.  
    LO! Victress on the peaks!
    Where thou, with mighty brow, regarding the world, (The world, O Libertad, that vainly conspired against thee;)
  • 217.  
    THIS is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
    Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done, Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou
  • 218.  
    O ME, man of slack faith so long!
    Standing aloof--denying portions so long; Only aware to-day of compact, all-diffused truth;
  • 219.  
    OUT of the cradle endlessly rocking,
    Out of the mocking-bird's throat, the musical shuttle, Out of the Ninth-month midnight,
  • 220.  
    OVER the western sea, hither from Niphon come,
    Courteous, the swart-cheek'd two-sworded envoys, Leaning back in their open barouches, bare-headed, impassive,
  • 221.  
    AND now, gentlemen,
    A word I give to remain in your memories and minds, As base, and finale too, for all metaphysics.
  • 222.  
    AS I lay with my head in your lap, Camerado,
    The confession I made I resume--what I said to you in the open air I resume:
  • 223.  
    STILL, though the one I sing,
    (One, yet of contradictions made,) I dedicate to Nationality, I leave in him Revolt, (O latent right of insurrection! O quenchless,
  • 224.  
    I Celebrate myself, and sing myself,
    And what I assume you shall assume,For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
  • 225.  
    OF ownership--As if one fit to own things could not at pleasure enter
    upon all, and incorporate them into himself or herself.
  • 226.  
    AFOOT and light-hearted, I take to the open road,
    Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path before me, leading wherever I choose.
  • 227.  
    FAST-ANCHOR'D, eternal, O love! O woman I love!
    O bride! O wife! more resistless than I can tell, the thought of you! --Then separate, as disembodied, or another born,
  • 228.  
    Twenty-eight young men bathe by the shore,
    Twenty-eight young men and all so friendly; Twenty-eight years of womanly life and all so lonesome.
  • 229.  
    WHO has gone farthest? For lo! have not I gone farther?
    And who has been just? For I would be the most just person of the earth;
  • 230.  
    WANDERING at morn,
    Emerging from the night, from gloomy thoughts--thee in my thoughts, Yearning for thee, harmonious Union! thee, Singing Bird divine!
  • 231.  
    STARTING from fish-shape Paumanok, where I was born,
    Well-begotten, and rais'd by a perfect mother; After roaming many lands--lover of populous pavements;
  • 232.  
    FROM Paumanock starting, I fly like a bird,
    Around and around to soar, to sing the idea of all; To the north betaking myself, to sing there arctic songs,
  • 233.  
    COURAGE yet! my brother or my sister!
    Keep on! Liberty is to be subserv'd, whatever occurs; That is nothing, that is quell'd by one or two failures, or any
  • 234.  
    BEHAVIOR--fresh, native, copious, each one for himself or herself,
    Nature and the Soul expressed--America and freedom expressed--In it the finest art,
  • 235.  
    O LIVING always--always dying!
    O the burials of me, past and present! O me, while I stride ahead, material, visible, imperious as ever!
  • 236.  
    HUSH'D be the camps to-day;
    And, soldiers, let us drape our war-worn weapons; And each with musing soul retire, to celebrate,
  • 237.  
    OVER the carnage rose prophetic a voice,
    Be not dishearten'd--Affection shall solve the problems of Freedom yet;
  • 238.  
    EARTH! my likeness!
    Though you look so impassive, ample and spheric there, I now suspect that is not all;
  • 239.  
    HOLD it up sternly! See this it sends back! (Who is it? Is it you?)
    Outside fair costume--within ashes and filth, No more a flashing eye--no more a sonorous voice or springy step;
  • 240.  
    NOW finale to the shore!
    Now, land and life, finale, and farewell! Now Voyager depart! (much, much for thee is yet in store;)
  • 241.  
    BY broad Potomac's shore--again, old tongue!
    (Still uttering--still ejaculating--canst never cease this babble?) Again, old heart so gay--again to you, your sense, the full flush
  • 242.  
    I see before me now a traveling army halting,
    Below a fertile valley spread, with barns and the orchards of summer, Behind, the terraced sides of a mountain, abrupt, in places rising high,
  • 243.  
    e dooryard bloom'd,
    And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night, I mourn'd, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.
  • 244.  
    O sight of shame, and pain, and dole!
    O fearful thought--a convict Soul!
  • 245.  
    PASSING stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you,
    You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me, as of a dream,)
  • 246.  
    PRIMEVAL my love for the woman I love,
    O bride! O wife! more resistless, more enduring than I can tell, the thought of you!
  • 247.  
    Come up from the fields, father, here's a letter from our Pete;
    And come to the front door, mother-here's a letter from thy dear son.
  • 248.  
    A MASK--a perpetual natural disguiser of herself,
    Concealing her face, concealing her form, Changes and transformations every hour, every moment,
  • 249.  
    Again a verse for sake of you,
    You soldiers in the ranks- you Volunteers, Who bravely fighting, silent fell,
  • 250.  
    I SAY whatever tastes sweet to the most perfect person, that is
    finally right.
Total 372 poems written by Walt Whitman

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