Skirting the river road, (my forenoon walk, my rest,)Skyward in air a sudden muffled sound, the dalliance of the eagles,The rushing amorous contact high in…
Author: Samantha Evans
The City Dead-House By Walt Whitman
By the City Dead-House, by the gate,As idly sauntering, wending my way from the clangor,I curious pause for lo! an outcast form, a poor dead…
The Centenarian’s Story By Walt Whitman
Give me your hand, old Revolutionary;The hill-top is nigh but a few steps, (make room, gentlemen;)Up the path you have follow’d me well, spite of…
The Base Of All Metaphysics By Walt Whitman
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…
The Artilleryman’s Vision By Walt Whitman
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…
That Shadow, My Likeness By Walt Whitman
That shadow, my likeness, that goes to and fro, seeking a livelihood, chattering, chaffering;How often I find myself standing and looking at it where it…
That Music Always Round Me By Walt Whitman
That music always round me, unceasing, unbeginning yet long untaught I did not hear;But now the chorus I hear, and am elated;A tenor, strong, ascending,…
That Last Invocation By Walt Whitman
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 me…
Tests By Walt Whitman
All submit to them, where they sit, inner, secure, unapproachable to analysis, in the Soul;Not traditions not the outer authorities are the judges they are…
Tears By Walt Whitman
Tears! tears! tears!In the night, in solitude, tears;On the white shore dripping, dripping, suck’d in by the sand;Tears not a star shining all dark and…