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").
Sing Of The Banner At Day-Break
POET.O A new song, a free song,Flapping, flapping, flapping, flapping, by sounds, by voices clearer,By the wind's voice and that of the drum,By the..
© Walt Whitman
States!
STATES!Were you looking to be held together by the lawyers?By an agreement on a paper? Or by arms?Away!I arrive, bringing these, beyond all the..
© Walt Whitman
Long, Too Long, O Land!
LONG, too long, O land,Traveling roads all even and peaceful, you learn'd from joys andprosperity only;But now, ah now, to learn from crises of..
© Walt Whitman
Locations And Times
LOCATIONS and times--what is it in me that meets them all, wheneverand wherever, and makes me at home?Forms, colors, densities, odors--what is it in..
© Walt Whitman
The Indications
THE indications, and tally of time;Perfect sanity shows the master among philosophs;Time, always without flaw, indicates itself in parts;What always..
© Walt Whitman
The Base Of All Metaphysics
AND now, gentlemen,A word I give to remain in your memories and minds,As base, and finale too, for all metaphysics.(So, to the students, the old..
© Walt Whitman
Scented Herbage Of My Breast
SCENTED herbage of my breast,Leaves from you I yield, I write, to be perused best afterwards,Tomb-leaves, body-leaves, growing up above me, above..
© Walt Whitman
Inscription
SMALL is the theme of the following Chant, yet the greatest--namely,One's-Self--that wondrous thing a simple, separate person.That, for the use of..
© Walt Whitman
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