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").
Pensive And Faltering
PENSIVE and faltering,The words, the dead, I write;For living are the Dead;(Haply the only living, only real,And I the apparition--I the spectre.)
© Walt Whitman
My Picture-Callery
IN a little house keep I pictures suspended, it is not a fix'd house,It is round, it is only a few inches from one side to the other;Yet behold, it..
© Walt Whitman
World, Take Good Notice
WORLD, take good notice, silver stars fading,Milky hue ript, weft of white detaching,Coals thirty-eight, baleful and burning,Scarlet, significant..
© Walt Whitman
Excelsior
WHO has gone farthest? For lo! have not I gone farther?And who has been just? For I would be the most just person of theearth;And who most cautious?..
© Walt Whitman
When I Heard At The Close Of The Day
WHEN I heard at the close of the day how my name had been receiv'dwith plaudits in the capitol, still it was not a happy nightfor me that..
© Walt Whitman
Song At Sunset
SPLENDOR of ended day, floating and filling me!Hour prophetic--hour resuming the past!Inflating my throat--you, divine average!You, Earth and Life..
© Walt Whitman
Passage To India
SINGING my days,Singing the great achievements of the present,Singing the strong, light works of engineers,Our modern wonders, (the antique ponderous..
© Walt Whitman
In Paths Untrodden
IN paths untrodden,In the growth by margins of pond-waters,Escaped from the life that exhibits itself,From all the standards hitherto publish'd--from..
© Walt Whitman
Elemental Drifts
ELEMENTAL drifts!How I wish I could impress others as you have just been impressingme!As I ebb'd with an ebb of the ocean of life,As I wended the..
© Walt Whitman
One Song, America, Before I Go
ONE song, America, before I go,I'd sing, o'er all the rest, with trumpet sound,For thee--the Future.I'd sow a seed for thee of endless..
© Walt Whitman
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