Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
Whispers Of Heavenly Death
WHISPERS of heavenly death, murmur'd I hear;Labial gossip of night--sibilant chorals;Footsteps gently ascending--mystical breezes, wafted soft and..
© Walt Whitman
Year That Trembled
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..
© Walt Whitman
Brother Of All, With Genesrous Hand
BROTHER of all, with generous hand,Of thee, pondering on thee, as o'er thy tomb, I and my Soul,A thought to launch in memory of thee,A burial verse..
© Walt Whitman
With All Thy Gifts
WITH all thy gifts, America,(Standing secure, rapidly tending, overlooking the world,)Power, wealth, extent, vouchsafed to thee--With these, and like..
© Walt Whitman
As Consequent, Etc.
AS consequent from store of summer rains,Or wayward rivulets in autumn flowing,Or many a herb-lined brook's reticulations,Or subterranean sea-rills..
© Walt Whitman
From My Last Years
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..
© Walt Whitman
Earth! My Likeness!
EARTH! my likeness!Though you look so impassive, ample and spheric there,I now suspect that is not all;I now suspect there is something fierce in..
© Walt Whitman
Kosmos
WHO includes diversity, and is Nature,Who is the amplitude of the earth, and the coarseness and sexualityof the earth, and the great charity of the..
© Walt Whitman
Song Of The Universal
COME, said the Muse,Sing me a song no poet yet has chanted,Sing me the Universal.In this broad Earth of ours,Amid the measureless grossness and the..
© Walt Whitman
O Sun Of Real Peace
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..
© Walt Whitman
City Of Orgies
CITY of orgies, walks and joys!City whom that I have lived and sung in your midst will one day makeyou illustrious,Not the pageants of you--not your..
© Walt Whitman
Assurances
I NEED no assurances--I am a man who is preoccupied, of his own Soul;I do not doubt that from under the feet, and beside the hands andface I am..
© Walt Whitman
Darest Thou Now, O Soul
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?No map, there, nor..
© Walt Whitman
Here The Frailest Leaves Of Me
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..
© Walt Whitman
Yet, Yet, Ye Downcast Hours
YET, yet, ye downcast hours, I know ye also;Weights of lead, how ye clog and cling at my ankles!Earth to a chamber of mourning turns--I hear the..
© Walt Whitman
Poets To Come
POETS to come! orators, singers, musicians to come!Not to-day is to justify me, and answer what I am for;But you, a new brood, native, athletic..
© Walt Whitman
Of Him I Love Day And Night
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 notin that place;And I..
© Walt Whitman
Come Up From The Fields, Father
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 dearson.Lo, 'tis..
© Walt Whitman
Camps Of Green
NOT alone those camps of white, O soldiers,When, as order'd forward, after a long march,Footsore and weary, soon as the light lessen'd, we halted for..
© Walt Whitman
One's Self I Sing
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;Not physiognomy..
© Walt Whitman
For Him I Sing
FOR him I sing,I raise the Present on the Past,(As some perennial tree, out of its roots, the present on the past:)With time and space I him..
© Walt Whitman
ours Continuing Long
HOURS continuing long, sore and heavy-hearted,Hours of the dusk, when I withdraw to a lonesome and unfrequentedspot, seating myself, leaning my face..
© Walt Whitman
Gliding Over All
GLIDING o'er all, through all,Through Nature, Time, and Space,As a ship on the waters advancing,The voyage of the soul--not life alone,Death, many..
© Walt Whitman
Or From That Sea Of Time
OR, from that Sea of Time,Spray, blown by the wind--a double winrow-drift of weeds and shells;(O little shells, so curious-convolute! so limpid-cold..
© Walt Whitman
An Army Corps On The March
WITH its cloud of skirmishers in advance,With now the sound of a single shot, snapping like a whip, and now anirregular volley,The swarming ranks..
© Walt Whitman