I wander all night in my vision,Stepping with light feet, swiftly and noiselessly stepping and stopping,Bending with open eyes over the shut eyes of sleepers,Wandering and confused, lost to myself, ill-assorted, contradictory,Pausing, gazing, bending, and stopping. How solemn they look there, stretch’d and still!How quiet they breathe, the little children in their cradles! The wretched…
The Singer In The Prison By Walt Whitman
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…
The Ship Starting By Walt Whitman
Lo! The unbounded sea!On its breast a Ship starting, spreading all her sails an ample Ship, carrying even her moonsails;The pennant is flying aloft, as…
The Runner By Walt Whitman
On a flat road runs the well-train’d runner;He is lean and sinewy, with muscular legs;He is thinly clothed he leans forward as he runs,With lightly…
The Prairie-Grass Dividing By Walt Whitman
The prairie-grass dividing its special odor breathing,I demand of it the spiritual corresponding,Demand the most copious and close companionship of men,Demand the blades to rise…
The Prairie States By Walt Whitman
A newer garden of creation, no primal solitude,Dense, joyous, modern, populous millions, cities and farms,With iron interlaced, composite, tied, many in one,By all the world…
The Ox Tamer By Walt Whitman
In a faraway northern county, in the placid, pastoral region,Lives my farmer friend, the theme of my recitative, a famous Tamer of Oxen:There they bring…
The Mystic Trumpeter By Walt Whitman
Hark! some wild trumpeter some strange musician,Hovering unseen in air, vibrates capricious tunes to-night. I hear thee, trumpeter listening, alert, I catch thy notes,Now pouring,…
The Indications By Walt Whitman
The indications, and tally of time;Perfect sanity shows the master among philosophs;Time, always without flaw, indicates itself in parts;What always indicates the poet, is the…
The Dresser By Walt Whitman
An old man bending, I come, among new faces,Years looking backward, resuming, in answer to children,Come tell us, old man, as from young men and…