Walt Whitman Poems

  • 351.  
    One's-Self I sing, a simple separate person,
    Yet utter the word Democratic, the word En-Masse.Of physiology from top to toe I sing,
  • 352.  
    On the beach at night alone,
    As the old mother sways her to and fro, singing her husky song, As I watch the bright stars shining-I think a thought of the clef of the universes, and of the future.
  • 353.  
    O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring;
    Of the endless trains of the faithless-of cities fill'd with the foolish; Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
  • 354.  
    O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
    The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won,The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
  • 355.  
    I was asking for something specific and perfect for my city,
    Whereupon, lo! upsprang the aboriginal name!
  • 356.  
    I sit and look out upon all the sorrows of the world, and upon all
    oppression and shame;I hear secret convulsive sobs from young men, at anguish with
  • 357.  
    I sing the body electric,The armies of those I love engirth me and I engirth them,
  • 358.  
    I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear;
    Those of mechanics-each one singing his, as it should be, blithe and strong; The carpenter singing his, as he measures his plank or beam,
  • 359.  
    I am he that aches with amorous love;
    Does the earth gravitate? Does not all matter, aching, attract all matter?So the Body of me, to all I meet, or know.
  • 360.  
    What ship, puzzled at sea, cons for the true reckoning?
    Or, coming in, to avoid the bars, and follow the channel, a perfect pilot needs?Here, sailor! Here, ship! take aboard the most perfect pilot,
  • 361.  
    Had I the choice to tally greatest bards,
    To limn their portraits, stately, beautiful, and emulate at will,Homer with all his wars and warriors-Hector, Achilles, Ajax,
  • 362.  
    From pent-up aching rivers,
    From that of myself without which I were nothing,From what I am determin'd to make illustrious, even if I stand sole
  • 363.  

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  • 365.  
    Aroused and angry,
    I thought to beat the alarum, and urge relentless war; But soon my fingers fail'd me, my face droop'd, and I resign'd myself,
  • 366.  
    Flood-Tide below me! I see you face to face!Clouds of the west-sun there half an hour high-I see you also face
  • 367.  
    City of ships!
    (O the black ships! O the fierce ships! O the beautiful, sharp-bow'd steam-ships and sail-ships!)
  • 368.  
    Women sit, or move to and fro-some old, some young;
    The young are beautiful-but the old are more beautiful than the young.
  • 369.  

  • 370.  
    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:
  • 371.  
    A woman waits for me, she contains all, nothing is lacking,
    Yet all were lacking if sex were lacking, or if the moisture of the right man were lacking.
  • 372.  
    A noiseless patient spider,
    I marked where on a promontory it stood isolated,Marked how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,
Total 372 poems written by Walt Whitman

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