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").
dieu To A Soldier
ADIEU, O soldier!You of the rude campaigning, (which we shared,)The rapid march, the life of the camp,The hot contention of opposing fronts- the long..
© Walt Whitman
After The Sea-Ship
AFTER the Sea-Ship--after the whistling winds;After the white-gray sails, taut to their spars and ropes,Below, a myriad, myriad waves, hastening..
© Walt Whitman
When Lilacs Last In The Dooryard Bloom'D
from Memories of President Lincoln1When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd,And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night,I..
© Walt Whitman
As I Sat Alone By Blue Ontario's Shores
AS I sat alone, by blue Ontario's shore,As I mused of these mighty days, and of peace return'd, and the deadthat return no more,A Phantom, gigantic..
© Walt Whitman
Are You The New Person, Drawn Toward Me?
ARE you the new person drawn toward me?To begin with, take warning--I am surely far different from what yousuppose;Do you suppose you will find in me..
© Walt Whitman
Ages And Ages, Returning At Intervals
AGES and ages, returning at intervals,Undestroy'd, wandering immortal,Lusty, phallic, with the potent original loins, perfectly sweet,I, chanter of..
© Walt Whitman
I Sit And Look Out
I SIT and look out upon all the sorrows of the world, and upon alloppression and shame;I hear secret convulsive sobs from young men, at anguish..
© Walt Whitman
Miracles
WHY! who makes much of a miracle?As to me, I know of nothing else but miracles,Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,Or dart my sight over the..
© Walt Whitman
Leaves Of Grass. A Carol Of Harvest For 1867
A SONG of the good green grass!A song no more of the city streets;A song of farms--a song of the soil of fields.A song with the smell of sun-dried..
© Walt Whitman
When I Heard The Learned Astronomer
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..
© Walt Whitman
A Paumanok Picture
TWO boats with nets lying off the sea-beach, quite still,Ten fishermen waiting- they discover a thick school of mossbonkers-they drop the join'd..
© Walt Whitman
A Boston Ballad, 1854
TO get betimes in Boston town, I rose this morning early;Here's a good place at the corner--I must stand and see the show.Clear the way there..
© Walt Whitman
A Promise To California
A PROMISE to California,Also to the great Pastoral Plains, and for Oregon:Sojourning east a while longer, soon I travel toward you, to remain,to..
© Walt Whitman
A Sight In Camp
A SIGHT in camp in the day-break grey and dim,As from my tent I emerge so early, sleepless,As slow I walk in the cool fresh air, the path near by the..
© Walt Whitman
To A Stranger
PASSING stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you,You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me,as of a dream,)I..
© Walt Whitman
Beautiful Women
Women sit, or move to and fro- some old,some young;The young are beautiful- but the old are more beautiful than theyoung.
© Walt Whitman
A March In The Ranks, Hard-Prest
A march in the ranks hard-prest, and the road unknown;A route through a heavy wood, with muffled steps in the darkness;Our army foil'd with loss..
© Walt Whitman
Song Of Myself, I
I Celebrate myself, and sing myself,And what I assume you shall assume,For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.I loafe and invite my..
© Walt Whitman
I Hear America Singing
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..
© Walt Whitman
O Me! O Life!
O ME! O life!... of the questions of these recurring;Of the endless trains of the faithless--of cities fill'd with thefoolish;Of myself forever..
© Walt Whitman
All Is Truth
O ME, man of slack faith so long!Standing aloof--denying portions so long;Only aware to-day of compact, all-diffused truth;Discovering to-day there..
© Walt Whitman
A Farm-Picture
THROUGH the ample open door of the peaceful country barn,A sun-lit pasture field, with cattle and horses feeding;And haze, and vista, and the far..
© Walt Whitman
1861
ARM’D year! year of the struggle!No dainty rhymes or sentimental love verses for you, terrible year!Not you as some pale poetling, seated at a desk..
© Walt Whitman
A Hand-Mirror
HOLD it up sternly! See this it sends back! (Who is it? Is it you?)Outside fair costume--within ashes and filth,No more a flashing eye--no more a..
© Walt Whitman
A Song
Come, I will make the continent indissoluble;I will make the most splendid race the sun ever yet shone upon;I will make divine magnetic lands,With..
© Walt Whitman