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").
Not Heaving From My Ribb'D Breast Only
NOT heaving from my ribb'd breast only;Not in sighs at night, in rage, dissatisfied with myself;Not in those long-drawn, ill-supprest sighs;Not in..
© Walt Whitman
When I Peruse The Conquer'D Fame
WHEN I peruse the conquer'd fame of heroes, and the victories ofmighty generals, I do not envy the generals,Nor the President in his Presidency, nor..
© Walt Whitman
Savantism
THITHER, as I look, I see each result and glory retracing itself andnestling close, always obligated;Thither hours, months, years--thither trades..
© Walt Whitman
Other May Praise What They Like
OTHERS may praise what they like;But I, from the banks of the running Missouri, praise nothing, inart, or aught else,Till it has well inhaled the..
© Walt Whitman
No Labor-Saving Machine
NO labor-saving machine,Nor discovery have I made;Nor will I be able to leave behind me any wealthy bequest to found ahospital or library,Nor..
© Walt Whitman
Recorders Ages Hence
RECORDERS ages hence!Come, I will take you down underneath this impassive exterior--I willtell you what to say of me;Publish my name and hang up my..
© Walt Whitman
Over The Carnage
OVER the carnage rose prophetic a voice,Be not dishearten'd--Affection shall solve the problems of Freedomyet;Those who love each other shall become..
© Walt Whitman
Tests
ALL submit to them, where they sit, inner, secure, unapproachable toanalysis, in the Soul;Not traditions--not the outer authorities are the..
© Walt Whitman
Now List To My Morning's Romanza
NOW list to my morning's romanza--I tell the signs of the Answerer;To the cities and farms I sing, as they spread in the sunshine beforeme.A young..
© Walt Whitman
With Antecedents
WITH antecedents;With my fathers and mothers, and the accumulations of past ages;With all which, had it not been, I would not now be here, as I..
© Walt Whitman
The Mystic Trumpeter
HARK! some wild trumpeter--some strange musician,Hovering unseen in air, vibrates capricious tunes to-night.I hear thee, trumpeter--listening, alert..
© Walt Whitman
One Sweeps By
ONE sweeps by, attended by an immense train,All emblematic of peace--not a soldier or menial among them.One sweeps by, old, with black eyes, and..
© Walt Whitman
France, The 18th Year Of These States
A GREAT year and place;A harsh, discordant, natal scream out-sounding, to touch the mother'sheart closer than any yet.I walk'd the shores of my..
© Walt Whitman
Pensive On Her Dead Gazing, I Heard The Mother Of All
PENSIVE, on her dead gazing, I heard the Mother of All,Desperate, on the torn bodies, on the forms covering the battle-fields gazing;(As the last gun..
© Walt Whitman
Says
I SAY whatever tastes sweet to the most perfect person, that isfinally right.I say nourish a great intellect, a great brain;If I have said anything..
© Walt Whitman
Race Of Veterans
RACE of veterans! Race of victors!Race of the soil, ready for conflict! race of the conquering march!(No more credulity's race, abiding-temper'd..
© Walt Whitman
Not Youth Pertains To Me
NOT youth pertains to me,Nor delicatesse--I cannot beguile the time with talk;Awkward in the parlor, neither a dancer nor elegant;In the learn'd..
© Walt Whitman
Offerings
A THOUSAND perfect men and women appear,Around each gathers a cluster of friends, and gay children andyouths, with offerings.
© Walt Whitman
Prayer Of Columbus
IT was near the close of his indomitable and pious life--on his last voyagewhen nearly 70 years of age--that Columbus, to save his two remaining..
© Walt Whitman
Still, Though The One I Sing
STILL, though the one I sing,(One, yet of contradictions made,) I dedicate to Nationality,I leave in him Revolt, (O latent right of insurrection! O..
© Walt Whitman
What Weeping Face
WHAT weeping face is that looking from the window?Why does it stream those sorrowful tears?Is it for some burial place, vast and dry?Is it to wet the..
© Walt Whitman
Shut Not Your Doors, &C.
SHUT not your doors to me, proud libraries,For that which was lacking on all your well-fill'd shelves, yetneeded most, I bring;Forth from the army..
© Walt Whitman
Patroling Barnegat
WILD, wild the storm, and the sea high running,Steady the roar of the gale, with incessant undertone muttering,Shouts of demoniac laughter fitfully..
© Walt Whitman
Song Of The Broad-Axe
WEAPON, shapely, naked, wan!Head from the mother's bowels drawn!Wooded flesh and metal bone! limb only one, and lip only one!Gray-blue leaf by..
© Walt Whitman
From Paumanok Starting
FROM Paumanock starting, I fly like a bird,Around and around to soar, to sing the idea of all;To the north betaking myself, to sing there arctic..
© Walt Whitman