From my last years, last thoughts I here bequeath,Scatter’d and dropt, in seeds, and wafted to the West,Through moisture of Ohio, prairie soil of Illinois–through Colorado, California air,For Time to germinate fully.
From Far Dakota’s Canons By Walt Whitman
From far Dakota’s ca�ons,Lands of the wild ravine, the dusky Sioux, the lonesome stretch, the silence,Haply to-day a mournful wail, haply a trumpet-note for heroes….
France, The 18th Year Of These States By Walt Whitman
A great year and place;A harsh, discordant, natal scream out-sounding, to touch the mother’s heart closer than any yet. I walk’d the shores of my…
For Him I Sing By Walt Whitman
For him I sing,I raise the Present on the Past,(As some perennial tree, out of its roots, the present on the past:)With time and space…
Fast Anchor’d, Eternal, O Love By Walt Whitman
Fast-anchor’d, eternal, O love! O woman I love!O bride! O wife! more resistless than I can tell, the thought of you!Then separate, as disembodied, or…
Facing West From California’s Shores By Walt Whitman
Facing west, from California’s shores,Inquiring, tireless, seeking what is yet unfound,I, a child, very old, over waves, towards the house of maternity, the land of…
Faces By Walt Whitman
Sauntering the pavement, or riding the country by-road–lo! such faces!Faces of friendship, precision, caution, suavity, ideality;The spiritual, prescient face–the always welcome, common, benevolent face,The face…
Excelsior By Walt Whitman
Who has gone farthest? For lo! have not I gone farther?And who has been just? For I would be the most just person of the…
Europe, The 72nd And 73rd Years Of These States By Walt Whitman
Suddenly out of its stale and drowsy lair, the lair of slaves,Like lightning it le’pt forth half startled at itself,Its feet upon the ashes and…
Ethiopia Saluting The Colors By Walt Whitman
Who are you, dusky woman, so ancient, hardly human,With your woolly-white and turban’d head, and bare bony feet?Why, rising by the roadside here, do you…