Walt Whitman Poems

  • 251.  
    O MATER! O fils!
    O brood continental! O flowers of the prairies!
  • 252.  
    ON a flat road runs the well-train'd runner;
    He is lean and sinewy, with muscular legs; He is thinly clothed--he leans forward as he runs,
  • 253.  
    IN cabin'd ships, at sea,
    The boundless blue on every side expanding, With whistling winds and music of the waves--the large imperious
  • 254.  
    GLIDING o'er all, through all,
    Through Nature, Time, and Space, As a ship on the waters advancing,
  • 255.  
    AN old man bending, I come, among new faces,
    Years looking backward, resuming, in answer to children, Come tell us, old man, as from young men and maidens that love me;
  • 256.  
    GREAT are the myths--I too delight in them;
    Great are Adam and Eve--I too look back and accept them; Great the risen and fallen nations, and their poets, women, sages,
  • 257.  
    AFTER all, not to create only, or found only,
    But to bring, perhaps from afar, what is already founded, To give it our own identity, average, limitless, free;
  • 258.  
    THAT music always round me, unceasing, unbeginning--yet long untaught
    I did not hear; But now the chorus I hear, and am elated;
  • 259.  
    THEY shall arise in the States,
    They shall report Nature, laws, physiology, and happiness; They shall illustrate Democracy and the kosmos;
  • 260.  
    THROUGH the soft evening air enwrinding all,
    Rocks, woods, fort, cannon, pacing sentries, endless wilds, In dulcet streams, in flutes' and cornets' notes,
  • 261.  
    I HEAR it was charged against me that I sought to destroy
    institutions; But really I am neither for nor against institutions;
  • 262.  
    AGES and ages, returning at intervals,
    Undestroy'd, wandering immortal, Lusty, phallic, with the potent original loins, perfectly sweet,
  • 263.  
    YEAR of meteors! brooding year!
    I would bind in words retrospective, some of your deeds and signs; I would sing your contest for the 19th Presidentiad;
  • 264.  
    ME imperturbe, standing at ease in Nature,
    Master of all, or mistress of all--aplomb in the midst of irrational things,
  • 265.  
    TO-DAY a rude brief recitative,
    Of ships sailing the Seas, each with its special flag or ship-signal; Of unnamed heroes in the ships- Of waves spreading and spreading, far
  • 266.  
    WHERE the city's ceaseless crowd moves on, the live-long day,
    Withdrawn, I join a group of children watching--I pause aside with them.
  • 267.  
    Here's a good place at the corner--I must stand and see the show.

  • 268.  
    ONE hour to madness and joy!
    O furious! O confine me not! (What is this that frees me so in storms?
  • 269.  
    DESPAIRING cries float ceaselessly toward me, day and night,
    The sad voice of Death--the call of my nearest lover, putting forth, alarmed, uncertain,
  • 270.  
    THIS day, O Soul, I give you a wondrous mirror;
    Long in the dark, in tarnish and cloud it lay--But the cloud has pass'd, and the tarnish gone;
  • 271.  
    ALL submit to them, where they sit, inner, secure, unapproachable to
    analysis, in the Soul; Not traditions--not the outer authorities are the judges--they are
  • 272.  
    ick mettle, rich blood, impulse, and love! Good and evil! O all dear to me!
    O dear to me my birth-thingsâ??All moving things, and the trees where I wasbornâ??the
  • 273.  
    OF him I love day and night, I dream'd I heard he was dead;
    And I dream'd I went where they had buried him I love--but he was not in that place;
  • 274.  
    oute through a heavy wood, with muffled steps in the darkness;
    Our army foil'd with loss severe, and the sullen remnant retreating; Till after midnight glimmer upon us, the lights of a dim-lighted
  • 275.  
    WILD, wild the storm, and the sea high running,
    Steady the roar of the gale, with incessant undertone muttering, Shouts of demoniac laughter fitfully piercing and pealing,
  • 276.  
    AS I sat alone, by blue Ontario's shore,
    As I mused of these mighty days, and of peace return'd, and the dead that return no more,
  • 277.  
    WHAT are those of the known, but to ascend and enter the Unknown?
    And what are those of life, but for Death?
  • 278.  
    TO the leaven'd soil they trod, calling, I sing, for the last;
    (Not cities, nor man alone, nor war, nor the dead, But forth from my tent emerging for good--loosing, untying the tent-
  • 279.  
    O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman!
    Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds! Such join'd unended links, each hook'd to the next!
  • 280.  
    How dare one say it?
    After the cycles, poems, singers, plays,Vaunted Ionia's, India's -Homer, Shakespeare -the long, long times, thick
  • 281.  
    IN paths untrodden,
    In the growth by margins of pond-waters, Escaped from the life that exhibits itself,
  • 282.  
    THE sobbing of the bells, the sudden death-news everywhere,
    The slumberers rouse, the rapport of the People, (Full well they know that message in the darkness,
  • 283.  
    WHAT you give me, I cheerfully accept,
    A little sustenance, a hut and garden, a little money--these, as I rendezvous with my poems;
  • 284.  
    NOW I make a leaf of Voices--for I have found nothing mightier than
    they are, And I have found that no word spoken, but is beautiful, in its place.
  • 285.  
    THE noble Sire, fallen on evil days,
    I saw, with hand uplifted, menacing, brandishing, (Memories of old in abeyance--love and faith in abeyance,)
  • 286.  
    OF the visages of things--And of piercing through to the accepted
    hells beneath; Of ugliness--To me there is just as much in it as there is in
  • 287.  
    IN midnight sleep, of many a face of anguish,
    Of the look at first of the mortally wounded--of that indescribable look;
  • 288.  

  • 289.  
    Whoever you are, holding me now in hand,
    Without one thing, all will be useless, I give you fair warning, before you attempt me further,
  • 290.  
    BY the bivouac's fitful flame,
    A procession winding around me, solemn and sweet and slow;--but first I note,
  • 291.  
    LO! THE unbounded sea!
    On its breast a Ship starting, spreading all her sails--an ample Ship, carrying even her moonsails;
  • 292.  
    AS Adam, early in the morning,
    Walking forth from the bower, refresh'd with sleep; Behold me where I pass--hear my voice--approach,
  • 293.  
    TO THE garden, the world, anew ascending,
    Potent mates, daughters, sons, preluding, The love, the life of their bodies, meaning and being,
  • 294.  
    RECORDERS ages hence!
    Come, I will take you down underneath this impassive exterior--I will tell you what to say of me;
  • 295.  
    SCENTED herbage of my breast,
    Leaves from you I yield, I write, to be perused best afterwards, Tomb-leaves, body-leaves, growing up above me, above death,
  • 296.  
    WHY reclining, interrogating? Why myself and all drowsing?
    What deepening twilight! scum floating atop of the waters! Who are they, as bats and night-dogs, askant in the Capitol?
  • 297.  
    WHAT General has a good army in himself, has a good army;
    He happy in himself, or she happy in herself, is happy, But I tell you you cannot be happy by others, any more than you can
  • 298.  
    AS I ponder'd in silence,
    Returning upon my poems, considering, lingering long, A Phantom arose before me, with distrustful aspect,
  • 299.  
    THICK-SPRINKLED bunting! Flag of stars!
    Long yet your road, fateful flag!--long yet your road, and lined with bloody death!
  • 300.  
    Joy! shipmate--joy!
    (Pleas'd to my Soul at death I cry;) Our life is closed--our life begins;
Total 372 poems written by Walt Whitman

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All The Hills And Vales Along
 by Charles Hamilton Sorley

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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