Poems by Walt Whitman
Song Of The Redwood-Tree
... In Woman more, far more, than all your gold, or vines, or even vital ...
To The Leaven'd Soil They Trod
... The average earth, the witness of war and peace, acknowledges mutely ...
Tears
... O shade, so sedate and decorous by day, with calm countenance and ...
Elemental Drifts
... In the rim, the sediment, that stands for all the water and all the ...
The Prairie States
... The crown and teeming paradise, so far, of time's accumulations, ...
Had I the Choice
... Meter or wit the best, or choice conceit to wield in perfect rhyme, delight of singers ...
Lessons
... THERE are who teach only the sweet lessons of peace and safety ...
Spirit Whose Work Is Done
... drum; -Now, as the sound of the drum, hollow and harsh to the last, ...
To A Certain Cantatrice
... -But I see that what I was reserving, belongs to you just as much as ...
The Sleepers
... long, I know not how I came of you, and I know not where I go with you-but ...
That Shadow, My Likeness
... THAT shadow, my likeness, that goes to and fro, seeking a livelihood, ...
Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking
... sp;And already a thousand singers, a thousand songs, clearer, louder and more sorrowful than yours, ...
Manhattan Streets I Saunter'd, Pondering
... All self-denial that stood steady and aloof on wrecks, and saw others ...
Earth! my Likeness!
... But toward him there is something fierce and terrible in me, eligible ...
By The Bivouac's Fitful Flame
... I note, The tents of the sleeping army, the fields' and woods' dim outline, ...
