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").
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
The Singer In The Prison
O sight of shame, and pain, and dole!O fearful thought--a convict Soul!RANG the refrain along the hall, the prison,Rose to the roof, the vaults of..
© Walt Whitman
This Moment, Yearning And Thoughtful
THIS moment yearning and thoughtful, sitting alone,It seems to me there are other men in other lands, yearning andthoughtful;It seems to me I can..
© Walt Whitman
These, I, Singing In Spring
THESE, I, singing in spring, collect for lovers,(For who but I should understand lovers, and all their sorrow andjoy?And who but I should be the poet..
© Walt Whitman
What Best I See In Thee
WHAT best I see in thee,Is not that where thou mov'st down history's great highways,Ever undimm'd by time shoots warlike victory's dazzle,Or that..
© Walt Whitman
Think Of The Soul
THINK of the Soul;I swear to you that body of yours gives proportions to your Soulsomehow to live in other spheres;I do not know how, but I know it..
© Walt Whitman
To The East And To The West
TO the East and to the West;To the man of the Seaside State, and of Pennsylvania,To the Kanadian of the North--to the Southerner I love;These, with..
© Walt Whitman
This Compost
SOMETHING startles me where I thought I was safest;I withdraw from the still woods I loved;I will not go now on the pastures to walk;I will not strip..
© Walt Whitman
The Unexpressed
How dare one say it?After the cycles, poems, singers, plays,Vaunted Ionia's, India's -Homer, Shakespeare -the long, long times, thickdotted roads..
© Walt Whitman
What Am I, After All?
WHAT am I, after all, but a child, pleas'd with the sound of my ownname? repeating it over and over;I stand apart to hear--it never tires me.To you..
© Walt Whitman
To Old Age
I SEE in you the estuary that enlarges and spreads itself grandly asit pours in the great Sea.
© Walt Whitman
Thoughts
OF ownership--As if one fit to own things could not at pleasure enterupon all, and incorporate them into himself or herself.Of waters, forests..
© Walt Whitman
Song Of Myself, II
Houses and rooms are full of perfumes, the shelves are crowded with perfumes,I breathe the fragrance myself and know it and like it,The distillation..
© Walt Whitman
Unnamed Lands
NATIONS ten thousand years before These States, and many times tenthousand years before These States;Garner'd clusters of ages, that men and women..
© Walt Whitman
To One Shortly To Die
FROM all the rest I single out you, having a message for you:You are to die--Let others tell you what they please, I cannotprevaricate,I am exact and..
© Walt Whitman
Weave In, Weave In, My Hardy Life
WEAVE in! weave in, my hardy life!Weave yet a soldier strong and full, for great campaigns to come;Weave in red blood! weave sinews in, like ropes!..
© Walt Whitman