Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
Song Of Myself, XXVIII
Is this then a touch? quivering me to a new identity,Flames and ether making a rush for my veins,Treacherous tip of me reaching and crowding to help..
© Walt Whitman
Song Of Myself, XXVII
To be in any form, what is that?(Round and round we go, all of us, and ever come back thither,)If nothing lay more develop'd the quahaug in its..
© Walt Whitman
Song Of Myself, XXVI
Now I will do nothing but listen,To accrue what I hear into this song, to let sounds contribute toward it.I hear bravuras of birds, bustle of growing..
© Walt Whitman
Song Of Myself, XXV
Dazzling and tremendous how quick the sun-rise would kill me,If I could not now and always send sun-rise out of me.We also ascend dazzling and..
© Walt Whitman
Song Of Myself, XXIV
Walt Whitman, a kosmos, of Manhattan the son,Turbulent, fleshy, sensual, eating, drinking and breeding,No sentimentalist, no stander above men and..
© Walt Whitman
Song Of Myself, XXIII
Endless unfolding of words of ages!And mine a word of the modern, the word En-Masse.A word of the faith that never balks,Here or henceforward it is..
© Walt Whitman
Song Of Myself, XXII
You sea! I resign myself to you also—I guess what you mean,I behold from the beach your crooked inviting fingers,I believe you refuse to go back..
© Walt Whitman
Song Of Myself, XXI
I am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of the Soul,The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me,The first I graft and..
© Walt Whitman
Song Of Myself, XX
Who goes there? hankering, gross, mystical, nude;How is it I extract strength from the beef I eat?What is a man anyhow? what am I? what are you?All I..
© Walt Whitman
Song Of Myself, IV
Trippers and askers surround me,People I meet, the effect upon me of my early life or the ward and city I live in, or the nation,The latest dates..
© Walt Whitman
Song Of Myself, IX
The big doors of the country barn stand open and ready,The dried grass of the harvest-time loads the slow-drawn wagon,The clear light plays on the..
© Walt Whitman
The Great City
The place where a great city stands is not the place of stretch'd wharves, docks, manufactures, deposits of produce merely,Nor the place of ceaseless..
© Walt Whitman
Song Of Myself, LI
The past and present wilt—I have fill'd them, emptied them.And proceed to fill my next fold of the future.Listener up there! what have you to confide..
© Walt Whitman
The Return Of The Heroes
For the lands, and for these passionate days, and for myself,Now I awhile return to thee, O soil of autumn fields,Reclining on thy breast, giving..
© Walt Whitman
Longings For Home
O MAGNET-SOUTH! O glistening, perfumed South! My South!O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse, and love! Good and evil! O all dear to me!O dear to me my..
© Walt Whitman
Red Jacket (From Aloft)
Upon this scene, this show,Yielded to-day by fashion, learning, wealth,(Nor in caprice alone- some grains of deepest meaning,)Haply, aloft, (who..
© Walt Whitman
Virgil Strange I Kept On The Field
VIGIL strange I kept on the field one night:When you, my son and my comrade, dropt at my side that day,One look I but gave, which your dear eyes..
© Walt Whitman
These Carols
THESE Carols, sung to cheer my passage through the world I see,For completion, I dedicate to the Invisible World.
© Walt Whitman
Visor'D
A MASK--a perpetual natural disguiser of herself,Concealing her face, concealing her form,Changes and transformations every hour, every..
© Walt Whitman
To Oratists
TO ORATISTS--to male or female,Vocalism, measure, concentration, determination, and the divine powerto use words.Are you full-lung'd and..
© Walt Whitman
Song Of Myself, III
I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of thebeginning and the endBut I do not talk of the beginning or the end.There was never any..
© Walt Whitman
Thick-Sprinkled Bunting
THICK-SPRINKLED bunting! Flag of stars!Long yet your road, fateful flag!--long yet your road, and lined withbloody death!For the prize I see at..
© Walt Whitman
Turn, O Libertad
TURN, O Libertad, for the war is over,(From it and all henceforth expanding, doubting no more, resolute,sweeping the world,)Turn from lands..
© Walt Whitman
We Two-How Long We Were Fool'D
WE two--how long we were fool'd!Now transmuted, we swiftly escape, as Nature escapes;We are Nature--long have we been absent, but now we return;We..
© Walt Whitman
Two Rivulets
TWO Rivulets side by side,Two blended, parallel, strolling tides,Companions, travelers, gossiping as they journey.For the Eternal Ocean bound,These..
© Walt Whitman