POET. O A new song, a free song,Flapping, flapping, flapping, flapping, by sounds, by voices clearer,By the wind’s voice and that of the drum,By the…

Shut not your doors to me, proud libraries,For that which was lacking on all your well-fill’d shelves, yet needed most, I bring;Forth from the army,…

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking,Out of the mocking-bird’s throat, the musical shuttle,Out of the Ninth-month midnight,Over the sterile sands, and the fields beyond, where…

Scented herbage of my breast,Leaves from you I yield, I write, to be perused best afterwards,Tomb-leaves, body-leaves, growing up above me, above death,Perennial roots, tall…

I say whatever tastes sweet to the most perfect person, that is finally right. I say nourish a great intellect, a great brain;If I have…

Thither, as I look, I see each result and glory retracing itself and nestling close, always obligated;Thither hours, months, years thither trades, compacts, establishments, even…

O take my hand, Walt Whitman!Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds!Such join’d unended links, each hook’d to the next!Each answering all each sharing the…

Roots and leaves themselves alone are these;Scents brought to men and women from the wild woods, and from the pond-side,Breast-sorrel and pinks of love–fingers that…

Roaming in thought over the Universe, I saw the little that is Good steadily hastening towards immortality,And the vast all that is call’d Evil I…

Rise, O days, from your fathomless deeps, till you loftier, fiercer sweep!Long for my soul, hungering gymnastic, I devour’d what the earth gave me;Long I…