A thousand perfect men and women appear,Around each gathers a cluster of friends, and gay children and youths, with offerings.
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Of The Visage Of Things By Walt Whitman
Of the visages of things – And of piercing through to the accepted hells beneath;Of ugliness – To me there is just as much in…
Of The Terrible Doubt Of Apperarances By Walt Whitman
Of the terrible doubt of appearances,Of the uncertainty after all – that we may be deluded,That may-be reliance and hope are but speculations after all,That…
Of Him I Love Day And Night By Walt Whitman
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…
O You Whom I Often And Silently Come By Walt Whitman
O you whom I often and silently come where you are, that I may be with you;As I walk by your side, or sit near,…
O Tan-Faced Prairie Boy By Walt Whitman
O tan-faced prairie-boy!Before you came to camp, came many a welcome gift;Praises and presents came, and nourishing food – till at last, among the recruits,You…
O Sun Of Real Peace By Walt Whitman
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,…
O Star Of France By Walt Whitman
O star of France!The brightness of thy hope and strength and fame,Like some proud ship that led the fleet so long,Beseems to-day a wreck, driven…
O Me! O Life! By Walt Whitman
O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring;Of the endless trains of the faithless – of cities fill’d with the foolish;Of myself forever…
O Living Always – Always Dying By Walt Whitman
O living always – always dying!O the burials of me, past and present!O me, while I stride ahead, material, visible, imperious as ever!O me, what…