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").
From My Last Years
FROM my last years, last thoughts I here bequeath,Scatter'd and dropt, in seeds, and wafted to the West,Through moisture of Ohio, prairie soil of..
© Walt Whitman
Earth! My Likeness!
EARTH! my likeness!Though you look so impassive, ample and spheric there,I now suspect that is not all;I now suspect there is something fierce in..
© Walt Whitman
Kosmos
WHO includes diversity, and is Nature,Who is the amplitude of the earth, and the coarseness and sexualityof the earth, and the great charity of the..
© Walt Whitman
Song Of The Universal
COME, said the Muse,Sing me a song no poet yet has chanted,Sing me the Universal.In this broad Earth of ours,Amid the measureless grossness and the..
© Walt Whitman
O Sun Of Real Peace
O SUN of real peace! O hastening light!O free and extatic! O what I here, preparing, warble for!O the sun of the world will ascend, dazzling, and..
© Walt Whitman
City Of Orgies
CITY of orgies, walks and joys!City whom that I have lived and sung in your midst will one day makeyou illustrious,Not the pageants of you--not your..
© Walt Whitman
Assurances
I NEED no assurances--I am a man who is preoccupied, of his own Soul;I do not doubt that from under the feet, and beside the hands andface I am..
© Walt Whitman
Darest Thou Now, O Soul
DAREST thou now, O Soul,Walk out with me toward the Unknown Region,Where neither ground is for the feet, nor any path to follow?No map, there, nor..
© Walt Whitman
Here The Frailest Leaves Of Me
HERE the frailest leaves of me, and yet my strongest-lasting:Here I shade and hide my thoughts--I myself do not expose them,And yet they expose me..
© Walt Whitman
Yet, Yet, Ye Downcast Hours
YET, yet, ye downcast hours, I know ye also;Weights of lead, how ye clog and cling at my ankles!Earth to a chamber of mourning turns--I hear the..
© 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
One's Self I Sing
ONE'S-SELF I sing--a simple, separate Person;Yet utter the word Democratic, the word En-masse.Of Physiology from top to toe I sing;Not physiognomy..
© Walt Whitman
For Him I Sing
FOR him I sing,I raise the Present on the Past,(As some perennial tree, out of its roots, the present on the past:)With time and space I him..
© Walt Whitman
ours Continuing Long
HOURS continuing long, sore and heavy-hearted,Hours of the dusk, when I withdraw to a lonesome and unfrequentedspot, seating myself, leaning my face..
© Walt Whitman
Gliding Over All
GLIDING o'er all, through all,Through Nature, Time, and Space,As a ship on the waters advancing,The voyage of the soul--not life alone,Death, many..
© Walt Whitman
Or From That Sea Of Time
OR, from that Sea of Time,Spray, blown by the wind--a double winrow-drift of weeds and shells;(O little shells, so curious-convolute! so limpid-cold..
© Walt Whitman
An Army Corps On The March
WITH its cloud of skirmishers in advance,With now the sound of a single shot, snapping like a whip, and now anirregular volley,The swarming ranks..
© Walt Whitman
Spontaneous Me
SPONTANEOUS me, Nature,The loving day, the mounting sun, the friend I am happy with,The arm of my friend hanging idly over my shoulder,The hill-side..
© Walt Whitman
Out Of The Rolling Ocean, The Crowd
OUT of the rolling ocean, the crowd, came a drop gently to me,Whispering, I love you, before long I die,I have travel'd a long way, merely to look on..
© Walt Whitman
Portals
WHAT are those of the known, but to ascend and enter the Unknown?And what are those of life, but for Death?
© Walt Whitman
Look Down, Fair Moon
LOOK down, fair moon, and bathe this scene;Pour softly down night's nimbus floods, on faces ghastly, swollen,purple;On the dead, on their backs, with..
© Walt Whitman
Whoever You Are, Holding Me Now In Hand
Whoever you are, holding me now in hand,Without one thing, all will be useless,I give you fair warning, before you attempt me further,I am not what..
© Walt Whitman