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").
Song Of Myself, III
I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of thebeginning and the endBut I do not talk of the beginning or the end.There was never any..
© Walt Whitman
Thick-Sprinkled Bunting
THICK-SPRINKLED bunting! Flag of stars!Long yet your road, fateful flag!--long yet your road, and lined withbloody death!For the prize I see at..
© Walt Whitman
Turn, O Libertad
TURN, O Libertad, for the war is over,(From it and all henceforth expanding, doubting no more, resolute,sweeping the world,)Turn from lands..
© Walt Whitman
We Two-How Long We Were Fool'D
WE two--how long we were fool'd!Now transmuted, we swiftly escape, as Nature escapes;We are Nature--long have we been absent, but now we return;We..
© Walt Whitman
Two Rivulets
TWO Rivulets side by side,Two blended, parallel, strolling tides,Companions, travelers, gossiping as they journey.For the Eternal Ocean bound,These..
© Walt Whitman
To A Certain Cantatrice
HERE, take this gift!I was reserving it for some hero, speaker, or General,One who should serve the good old cause, the great Idea, the progressand..
© Walt Whitman
What Place Is Besieged?
WHAT place is besieged, and vainly tries to raise the siege?Lo! I send to that place a commander, swift, brave, immortal;And with him horse and..
© Walt Whitman
To Rich Givers
WHAT you give me, I cheerfully accept,A little sustenance, a hut and garden, a little money--these, as Irendezvous with my poems;A traveler's lodging..
© Walt Whitman
To A Foil'D European Revolutionaire
COURAGE yet! my brother or my sister!Keep on! Liberty is to be subserv'd, whatever occurs;That is nothing, that is quell'd by one or two failures, or..
© Walt Whitman
Thou Reader
THOU reader throbbest life and pride and love the same as I,Therefore for thee the following chants.
© Walt Whitman
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