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").
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
As The Time Draws Nigh
AS the time draws nigh, glooming, a cloud,A dread beyond, of I know not what, darkens me.I shall go forth,I shall traverse The States awhile--but I..
© Walt Whitman
As If A Phantom Caress'D Me
AS if a phantom caress'd me,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..
© Walt Whitman
The Imprisoned Soul
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-closeddoors,Let..
© Walt Whitman
As Adam, Early In The Morning
AS Adam, early in the morning,Walking forth from the bower, refresh'd with sleep;Behold me where I pass--hear my voice--approach,Touch me--touch the..
© Walt Whitman
That Music Always Round Me
THAT music always round me, unceasing, unbeginning--yet long untaughtI did not hear;But now the chorus I hear, and am elated;A tenor, strong..
© Walt Whitman
Here, Sailor
WHAT ship, puzzled at sea, cons for the true reckoning?Or, coming in, to avoid the bars, and follow the channel, a perfectpilot needs?Here, sailor!..
© Walt Whitman
Ashes Of Soldiers
Again a verse for sake of you,You soldiers in the ranks- you Volunteers,Who bravely fighting, silent fell,To fill unmention'd graves.ASHES of..
© Walt Whitman
Tears
Tears! tears! tears!In the night, in solitude, tears;On the white shore dripping, dripping, suck'd in by the sand;Tears--not a star shining--all dark..
© Walt Whitman