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…
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To The Man-Of-War-Bird By Walt Whitman
Thou who hast slept all night upon the storm,Waking renew’d on thy prodigious pinions,(Burst the wild storm? above it thou ascended’st,And rested on the sky,…
To The Leaven’d Soil They Trod By Walt Whitman
To the leaven’d soil they trod, calling, I sing, for the last;(Not cities, nor man alone, nor war, nor the dead,But forth from my tent…
To The Garden The World By Walt Whitman
To the garden, the world, anew ascending,Potent mates, daughters, sons, preluding,The love, the life of their bodies, meaning and being,Curious, here behold my resurrection, after…
To The East And To The West By Walt Whitman
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…
To Rich Givers By Walt Whitman
What you give me, I cheerfully accept,A little sustenance, a hut and garden, a little money these, as I rendezvous with my poems;A traveler’s lodging…
To Oratists By Walt Whitman
To Oratists, to male or female,Vocalism, measure, concentration, determination, and the divine power to use words.Are you full-lung’d and limber-lipp’d from long trial? from vigorous…
To One Shortly To Die By Walt Whitman
From all the rest I single out you, having a message for you:You are to die Let others tell you what they please, I cannot…
To Old Age By Walt Whitman
I see in you the estuary that enlarges and spreads itself grandly as it pours in the great Sea.
To Him That Was Crucified By Walt Whitman
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…