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").

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

Spontaneous Me

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,The hill-side..

© Walt Whitman

Out Of The Rolling Ocean, The Crowd

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..

© Walt Whitman

Portals

WHAT are those of the known, but to ascend and enter the Unknown?And what are those of life, but for Death?

© Walt Whitman

Look Down, Fair Moon

LOOK down, fair moon, and bathe this scene;Pour softly down night's nimbus floods, on faces ghastly, swollen,purple;On the dead, on their backs, with..

© Walt Whitman

Whoever You Are, Holding Me Now In Hand

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,I am not what..

© Walt Whitman

I Am He That Aches With Love

I AM he that aches with amorous love;Does the earth gravitate? Does not all matter, aching, attract allmatter?So the Body of me, to all I meet, or..

© Walt Whitman

Laws For Creations

LAWS for Creations,For strong artists and leaders--for fresh broods of teachers, andperfect literats for America,For noble savans, and coming..

© Walt Whitman

I Thought I Was Not Alone

I THOUGHT I was not alone, walking here by the shore,But the one I thought was with me, as now I walk by the shore,As I lean and look through the..

© Walt Whitman

s I Walk These Broad, Majestic Days

AS I walk these broad, majestic days of peace,(For the war, the struggle of blood finish'd, wherein, O terrificIdeal!Against vast odds, having..

© Walt Whitman

By The Bivouac's Fitful Flame

BY the bivouac's fitful flame,A procession winding around me, solemn and sweet and slow;--but firstI note,The tents of the sleeping army, the fields'..

© Walt Whitman

Old Ireland

FAR hence, amid an isle of wondrous beauty,Crouching over a grave, an ancient, sorrowful mother,Once a queen--now lean and tatter'd, seated on the..

© Walt Whitman

How Solemn As One By One

HOW solemn, as one by one,As the ranks returning, all worn and sweaty--as the men file by whereI stand;As the faces, the masks appear--as I glance at..

© Walt Whitman

American Feuillage

AMERICA always!Always our own feuillage!Always Florida's green peninsula! Always the priceless delta ofLouisiana! Always the cotton-fields of Alabama..

© Walt Whitman

Great Are The Myths

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..

© Walt Whitman

Ah Poverties, Wincings Sulky Retreats

AH poverties, wincings, and sulky retreats!Ah you foes that in conflict have overcome me!(For what is my life, or any man's life, but a conflict with..

© Walt Whitman

Come, Said My Soul

Come, said my soul,Such verses for my body let us write, (For we are One),That should I after death invisibly return,Or, long, long hence, in other..

© Walt Whitman