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 Last Invocation
At the last, tenderly,From the walls of the powerful fortress'd house,From the clasp of the knitted locks, from the keep of the well-closed doors,Let..
© Walt Whitman
Behold This Swarthy Face
BEHOLD this swarthy face--these gray eyes,This beard--the white wool, unclipt upon my neck,My brown hands, and the silent manner of me, without..
© Walt Whitman
Joy, Shipmate, Joy!
Joy! shipmate--joy!(Pleas'd to my Soul at death I cry;)Our life is closed--our life begins;The long, long anchorage we leave,The ship is clear at..
© Walt Whitman
Sparkles From The Wheel
WHERE the city's ceaseless crowd moves on, the live-long day,Withdrawn, I join a group of children watching--I pause aside withthem.By the curb..
© Walt Whitman
Native Moments
NATIVE moments! when you come upon me--Ah you are here now! Give me nowlibidinous joys only! Give me the drench of my passions! Give me lifecoarse..
© Walt Whitman
Chanting The Square Deific
CHANTING the square deific, out of the One advancing, out of thesides;Out of the old and new--out of the square entirely divine,Solid, four-sided..
© Walt Whitman
Starting From Paumanok
STARTING from fish-shape Paumanok, where I was born,Well-begotten, and rais'd by a perfect mother;After roaming many lands--lover of populous..
© Walt Whitman
Hush'D Be The Camps Today
Hush'd be the camps today,And soldiers let us drape our war-worn weapons,And each with musing soul retire to celebrate,Our dear commander's death.No..
© Walt Whitman
Once I Pass'D Through A Populous City
ONCE I pass'd through a populous city, imprinting my brain, forfuture use, with its shows, architecture, customs, andtraditions;Yet now, of all that..
© Walt Whitman
In The New Garden In All The Parts
IN the new garden, in all the parts,In cities now, modern, I wander,Though the second or third result, or still further, primitive yet,Days, places..
© Walt Whitman
Spirit Whose Work Is Done
SPIRIT whose work is done! spirit of dreadful hours!Ere, departing, fade from my eyes your forests of bayonets;Spirit of gloomiest fears and doubts..
© Walt Whitman
O Star Of France
O STAR of France!The brightness of thy hope and strength and fame,Like some proud ship that led the fleet so long,Beseems to-day a wreck, driven by..
© Walt Whitman
As Toilsome I Wander'D
AS TOILSOME I wander'd Virginia's woods,To the music of rustling leaves, kick'd by my feet, (for 'twasautumn,)I mark'd at the foot of a tree the..
© Walt Whitman
Me Imperturbe
ME imperturbe, standing at ease in Nature,Master of all, or mistress of all--aplomb in the midst of irrationalthings,Imbued as they--passive..
© Walt Whitman
In Former Songs
IN former songs Pride have I sung, and Love, and passionate, joyfulLife,But here I twine the strands of Patriotism and Death.And now, Life, Pride..
© Walt Whitman
Roaming In Thought
ROAMING in thought over the Universe, I saw the little that is Goodsteadily hastening towards immortality,And the vast all that is call'd Evil I saw..
© Walt Whitman
Long I Thought That Knowledge
LONG I thought that knowledge alone would suffice me--O if I couldbut obtain knowledge!Then my lands engrossed me--Lands of the prairies, Ohio's..
© Walt Whitman
Ethiopia Saluting The Colors
WHO are you, dusky woman, so ancient, hardly human,With your woolly-white and turban'd head, and bare bony feet?Why, rising by the roadside here, do..
© Walt Whitman
Of The Visage Of Things
OF the visages of things--And of piercing through to the acceptedhells beneath;Of ugliness--To me there is just as much in it as there is..
© Walt Whitman
Poem Of Remembrance For A Girl Or A Boy
YOU just maturing youth! You male or female!Remember the organic compact of These States,Remember the pledge of the Old Thirteen thenceforward to the..
© Walt Whitman
The Runner
ON a flat road runs the well-train'd runner;He is lean and sinewy, with muscular legs;He is thinly clothed--he leans forward as he runs,With lightly..
© Walt Whitman
The Artilleryman's Vision
WHILE my wife at my side lies slumbering, and the wars are over long,And my head on the pillow rests at home, and the vacant midnightpasses,And..
© Walt Whitman
Italian Music In Dakota
THROUGH the soft evening air enwrinding all,Rocks, woods, fort, cannon, pacing sentries, endless wilds,In dulcet streams, in flutes' and cornets'..
© Walt Whitman
Out From Behind His Mask
OUT from behind this bending, rough-cut Mask,(All straighter, liker Masks rejected--this preferr'd,)This common curtain of the face, contain'd in me..
© Walt Whitman
Hast Never Come To Thee An Hour
HAST never come to thee an hour,A sudden gleam divine, precipitating, bursting all these bubbles,fashions, wealth?These eager business aims--books..
© Walt Whitman