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").
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
A Child's Amaze
SILENT and amazed, even when a little boy,I remember I heard the preacher every Sunday put God in hisstatements,As contending against some being or..
© Walt Whitman
A Glimpse
A GLIMPSE, through an interstice caught,Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room, around the stove,late of a winter night--And I unremark'd..
© Walt Whitman
A Woman Waits For Me
A woman waits for me- she contains all, nothing is lacking,Yet all were lacking, if sex were lacking, or if the moisture of theright man were..
© Walt Whitman