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 Toilsome I Wander'D Virginia's Woods
As toilsome I wander'd Virginia's woods,To the music of rustling leaves kick'd by my feet, (for 'twas autumn,)I mark'd at the foot of a tree the..
© Walt Whitman
erfections
ONLY themselves understand themselves, and the like of themselves,As Souls only understand Souls.
© Walt Whitman
Facing West From California's Shores
FACING west, from California's shores,Inquiring, tireless, seeking what is yet unfound,I, a child, very old, over waves, towards the house of..
© Walt Whitman
On Journeys Through The States
ON journeys through the States we start,(Ay, through the world--urged by these songs,Sailing henceforth to every land--to every sea;)We, willing..
© Walt Whitman
Poems Of Joys
O TO make the most jubilant poem!Even to set off these, and merge with these, the carols of Death.O full of music! full of manhood, womanhood..
© Walt Whitman
Beginners
HOW they are provided for upon the earth, (appearing at intervals;)How dear and dreadful they are to the earth;How they inure to themselves as much..
© Walt Whitman
Reconciliation
WORD over all, beautiful as the sky!Beautiful that war, and all its deeds of carnage, must in time beutterly lost;That the hands of the sisters Death..
© Walt Whitman
Despairing Cries
DESPAIRING cries float ceaselessly toward me, day and night,The sad voice of Death--the call of my nearest lover, putting forth,alarmed..
© Walt Whitman
I Saw In Louisiana A Live Oak Growing
I SAW in Louisiana a live-oak growing,All alone stood it, and the moss hung down from the branches;Without any companion it grew there, uttering..
© Walt Whitman
Roots And Leaves Themselves Alone
ROOTS and leaves themselves alone are these;Scents brought to men and women from the wild woods, and from thepond-side,Breast-sorrel and pinks of..
© Walt Whitman
Mother And Babe
I SEE the sleeping babe, nestling the breast of its mother;The sleeping mother and babe- hush'd, I study them long and long.
© Walt Whitman
Poets To Come
POETS to come! orators, singers, musicians to come!Not to-day is to justify me, and answer what I am for;But you, a new brood, native, athletic..
© Walt Whitman
Of Him I Love Day And Night
OF him I love day and night, I dream'd I heard he was dead;And I dream'd I went where they had buried him I love--but he was notin that place;And I..
© Walt Whitman
Come Up From The Fields, Father
Come up from the fields, father, here's a letter from our Pete;And come to the front door, mother-here's a letter from thy dearson.Lo, 'tis..
© Walt Whitman
Camps Of Green
NOT alone those camps of white, O soldiers,When, as order'd forward, after a long march,Footsore and weary, soon as the light lessen'd, we halted for..
© Walt Whitman
One's Self I Sing
ONE'S-SELF I sing--a simple, separate Person;Yet utter the word Democratic, the word En-masse.Of Physiology from top to toe I sing;Not physiognomy..
© Walt Whitman
For Him I Sing
FOR him I sing,I raise the Present on the Past,(As some perennial tree, out of its roots, the present on the past:)With time and space I him..
© Walt Whitman
ours Continuing Long
HOURS continuing long, sore and heavy-hearted,Hours of the dusk, when I withdraw to a lonesome and unfrequentedspot, seating myself, leaning my face..
© Walt Whitman
Gliding Over All
GLIDING o'er all, through all,Through Nature, Time, and Space,As a ship on the waters advancing,The voyage of the soul--not life alone,Death, many..
© Walt Whitman
Or From That Sea Of Time
OR, from that Sea of Time,Spray, blown by the wind--a double winrow-drift of weeds and shells;(O little shells, so curious-convolute! so limpid-cold..
© Walt Whitman
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