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").
The World Below The Brine
THE world below the brine;Forests at the bottom of the sea--the branches and leaves,Sea-lettuce, vast lichens, strange flowers and seeds--the..
© Walt Whitman
To A Western Boy
O BOY of the West!To you many things to absorb, I teach, to help you become eleve ofmine:Yet if blood like mine circle not in your veins;If you be..
© Walt Whitman
To The Man-Of-War-Bird
THOU who hast slept all night upon the storm,Waking renew'd on thy prodigious pinions,(Burst the wild storm? above it thou ascended'st,And rested on..
© Walt Whitman
To The Leaven'D Soil They Trod
TO the leaven'd soil they trod, calling, I sing, for the last;(Not cities, nor man alone, nor war, nor the dead,But forth from my tent emerging for..
© Walt Whitman
To A Certain Civilian
DID YOU ask dulcet rhymes from me?Did you seek the civilian's peaceful and languishing rhymes?Did you find what I sang erewhile so hard to follow?Why..
© Walt Whitman
Wandering At Morn
WANDERING at morn,Emerging from the night, from gloomy thoughts--thee in my thoughts,Yearning for thee, harmonious Union! thee, Singing Bird..
© Walt Whitman
Virginia--The West
THE noble Sire, fallen on evil days,I saw, with hand uplifted, menacing, brandishing,(Memories of old in abeyance--love and faith in abeyance,)The..
© Walt Whitman
Thou Orb Aloft Full-Dazzling
THOU orb aloft full-dazzling! thou hot October noon!Flooding with sheeny light the gray beach sand,The sibilant near sea with vistas far and foam,And..
© Walt Whitman
To The States
WHY reclining, interrogating? Why myself and all drowsing?What deepening twilight! scum floating atop of the waters!Who are they, as bats and..
© Walt Whitman
The Voice Of The Rain
And who art thou? said I to the soft-falling shower,Which, strange to tell, gave me an answer, as here translated:I am the Poem of Earth, said the..
© Walt Whitman
Vigil Strange I Kept On The Field One Night
Vigil strange I kept on the field one night;When you my son and my comrade dropt at my side that day,One look I but gave which your dear eyes..
© Walt Whitman
To Foreign Lands
I HEARD that you ask'd for something to prove this puzzle, the NewWorld,And to define America, her athletic Democracy;Therefore I send you my poems..
© Walt Whitman
Unfolded Out Of The Folds
UNFOLDED out of the folds of the woman, man comes unfolded, and isalways to come unfolded;Unfolded only out of the superbest woman of the earth, is..
© Walt Whitman
To The Reader At Parting
NOW, dearest comrade, lift me to your face,We must separate awhile--Here! take from my lips this kiss.Whoever you are, I give it especially to you;So..
© Walt Whitman
What General Has A Good Army
WHAT General has a good army in himself, has a good army;He happy in himself, or she happy in herself, is happy,But I tell you you cannot be happy by..
© Walt Whitman
To The Garden The World
TO THE garden, the world, anew ascending,Potent mates, daughters, sons, preluding,The love, the life of their bodies, meaning and being,Curious, here..
© Walt Whitman
To A Pupil
IS reform needed? Is it through you?The greater the reform needed, the greater the personality you needto accomplish it.You! do you not see how it..
© Walt Whitman
The Sobbing Of The Bells
THE sobbing of the bells, the sudden death-news everywhere,The slumberers rouse, the rapport of the People,(Full well they know that message in the..
© Walt Whitman
To Thee, Old Cause!
TO thee, old Cause!Thou peerless, passionate, good cause!Thou stern, remorseless, sweet Idea!Deathless throughout the ages, races, lands!After a..
© Walt Whitman
To Him That Was Crucified
MY spirit to yours, dear brother;Do not mind because many, sounding your name, do not understand you;I do not sound your name, but I understand you..
© Walt Whitman
Song Of Myself, LII
The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains of my gab and my loitering.I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable,I sound my..
© Walt Whitman
Thought
OF obedience, faith, adhesiveness;As I stand aloof and look, there is to me something profoundlyaffecting in large masses of men, following the lead..
© Walt Whitman
To A Historian
YOU who celebrate bygones!Who have explored the outward, the surfaces of the races--the lifethat has exhibited itself;Who have treated of man as the..
© Walt Whitman
Voices
NOW I make a leaf of Voices--for I have found nothing mightier thanthey are,And I have found that no word spoken, but is beautiful, in its place.O..
© Walt Whitman
This Day, O Soul
THIS day, O Soul, I give you a wondrous mirror;Long in the dark, in tarnish and cloud it lay--But the cloud haspass'd, and the tarnish gone;.....
© Walt Whitman