Walt Whitman Poems

  • 301.  
    THERE was a child went forth every day;
    And the first object he look'd upon, that object he became; And that object became part of him for the day, or a certain part of
  • 302.  
    ROOTS and leaves themselves alone are these;
    Scents brought to men and women from the wild woods, and from the pond-side,
  • 303.  
    ONE'S-SELF I sing--a simple, separate Person;
    Yet utter the word Democratic, the word En-masse.
  • 304.  
    I SEE in you the estuary that enlarges and spreads itself grandly as
    it pours in the great Sea.
  • 305.  
    TO ORATISTS--to male or female,
    Vocalism, measure, concentration, determination, and the divine power to use words.
  • 306.  
    OF the terrible doubt of appearances,
    Of the uncertainty after all--that we may be deluded, That may-be reliance and hope are but speculations after all,
  • 307.  
    O SUN of real peace! O hastening light!
    O free and extatic! O what I here, preparing, warble for! O the sun of the world will ascend, dazzling, and take his height--
  • 308.  
    SOMETIMES with one I love, I fill myself with rage, for fear I effuse
    unreturn'd love; But now I think there is no unreturn'd love--the pay is certain, one
  • 309.  
    AN old man's thought of School;
    An old man, gathering youthful memories and blooms, that youth itself cannot.
  • 310.  
    AS I walk these broad, majestic days of peace,
    (For the war, the struggle of blood finish'd, wherein, O terrific Ideal!
  • 311.  
    AS I watch'd the ploughman ploughing,
    Or the sower sowing in the fields--or the harvester harvesting, I saw there too, O life and death, your analogies:
  • 312.  
    IN former songs Pride have I sung, and Love, and passionate, joyful
    Life, But here I twine the strands of Patriotism and Death.
  • 313.  
    ON journeys through the States we start,
    (Ay, through the world--urged by these songs, Sailing henceforth to every land--to every sea;)
  • 314.  
    YEAR that trembled and reel'd beneath me!
    Your summer wind was warm enough--yet the air I breathed froze me; A thick gloom fell through the sunshine and darken'd me;
  • 315.  
    SPONTANEOUS me, Nature,
    The loving day, the mounting sun, the friend I am happy with, The arm of my friend hanging idly over my shoulder,
  • 316.  
    AS a strong bird on pinions free,
    Joyous, the amplest spaces heavenward cleaving, Such be the thought I'd think to-day of thee, America,
  • 317.  
    OUT of the rolling ocean, the crowd, came a drop gently to me,
    Whispering, I love you, before long I die, I have travel'd a long way, merely to look on you, to touch you,
  • 318.  
    THOU orb aloft full-dazzling! thou hot October noon!
    Flooding with sheeny light the gray beach sand, The sibilant near sea with vistas far and foam,
  • 319.  
    TURN, O Libertad, for the war is over,
    (From it and all henceforth expanding, doubting no more, resolute, sweeping the world,)
  • 320.  
    THE untold want, by life and land ne'er granted,
    Now, Voyager, sail thou forth, to seek and find.
  • 321.  
    COME closer to me;
    Push close, my lovers, and take the best I possess; Yield closer and closer, and give me the best you possess.
  • 322.  
    Alone far in the wilds and mountains I hunt,
    Wandering amazed at my own lightness and glee,In the late afternoon choosing a safe spot to pass the night,
  • 323.  
    At the last, tenderly,

  • 324.  
    A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full
    hands;How could I answer the child?. . . .I do not know what it
  • 325.  
    RACE of veterans! Race of victors!
    Race of the soil, ready for conflict! race of the conquering march! (No more credulity's race, abiding-temper'd race;)
  • 326.  
    I HEARD that you ask'd for something to prove this puzzle, the New
    World, And to define America, her athletic Democracy;
  • 327.  
    VIGIL strange I kept on the field one night:
    When you, my son and my comrade, dropt at my side that day, One look I but gave, which your dear eyes return'd, with a look I
  • 328.  
    WHEN I read the book, the biography famous,
    And is this, then, (said I,) what the author calls a man's life? And so will some one, when I am dead and gone, write my life?
  • 329.  
    Tears! tears! tears!
    In the night, in solitude, tears; On the white shore dripping, dripping, suck'd in by the sand;
  • 330.  
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  • 331.  
    This dust was once the Man,
    Gentle, plain, just and resolute-under whose cautious hand,Against the foulest crime in history known in any land or age,
  • 332.  
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  • 333.  
    To-day, from each and all, a breath of prayer-a pulse of thought,
    To memory of Him-to birth of Him.
  • 334.  
    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 doors,
  • 335.  
    Who is now reading this?

  • 336.  
    Whispers of heavenly death, murmur'd I hear;
    Labial gossip of night-sibilant chorals; Footsteps gently ascending-mystical breezes, wafted soft and low;
  • 337.  
    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, and measure them,
  • 338.  
    When I heard at the close of the day how my name
    had been receiv'd with plaudits in the capitol, still it was not a happy night for me that follow'd;
  • 339.  
    We two boys together clinging,
    One the other never leaving, Up and down the roads going-North and South excursions making,
  • 340.  
    Whoever you are, I fear you are walking the walks of dreams,
    I fear these supposed realities are to melt from under your feet and hands; Even now, your features, joys, speech, house, trade, manners, troubles, follies,
  • 341.  
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  • 342.  
    Be composed-be at ease with me-I am Walt Whitman, liberal and lusty as Nature;
    Not till the sun excludes you, do I exclude you; Not till the waters refuse to glisten for you, and the leaves to rustle for you,
  • 343.  
    These, I, singing in spring, collect for lovers,
    (For who but I should understand lovers, and all their sorrow and joy?And who but I should be the poet of comrades?)
  • 344.  
    Skirting the river road, (my forenoon walk, my rest)
    Skyward in air a sudden muffled sound, the dalliance of the eagles,The rushing amorous contact high in space together,
  • 345.  
    The business man, the acquirer vast,
    After assiduous years, surveying results, preparing for departure, Devises houses and lands to his children-bequeaths stocks, goods-funds for a school or hospital,
  • 346.  
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    I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume,
  • 347.  
    Splendor of ended day, floating and filling me!
    Hour prophetic-hour resuming the past! Inflating my throat-you, divine average!
  • 348.  
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  • 349.  
    Pensive, on her dead gazing, I heard the Mother of All,
    Desperate, on the torn bodies, on the forms covering the battle-fields gazing; (As the last gun ceased-but the scent of the powder-smoke linger'd;)
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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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