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 Foreign Lands
I HEARD that you ask'd for something to prove this puzzle, the NewWorld,And to define America, her athletic Democracy;Therefore I send you my poems..
© Walt Whitman
Unfolded Out Of The Folds
UNFOLDED out of the folds of the woman, man comes unfolded, and isalways to come unfolded;Unfolded only out of the superbest woman of the earth, is..
© Walt Whitman
To The Reader At Parting
NOW, dearest comrade, lift me to your face,We must separate awhile--Here! take from my lips this kiss.Whoever you are, I give it especially to you;So..
© Walt Whitman
What General Has A Good Army
WHAT General has a good army in himself, has a good army;He happy in himself, or she happy in herself, is happy,But I tell you you cannot be happy by..
© Walt Whitman
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