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").
Thought
OF obedience, faith, adhesiveness;As I stand aloof and look, there is to me something profoundlyaffecting in large masses of men, following the lead..
© Walt Whitman
To A Historian
YOU who celebrate bygones!Who have explored the outward, the surfaces of the races--the lifethat has exhibited itself;Who have treated of man as the..
© Walt Whitman
Voices
NOW I make a leaf of Voices--for I have found nothing mightier thanthey are,And I have found that no word spoken, but is beautiful, in its place.O..
© Walt Whitman
This Day, O Soul
THIS day, O Soul, I give you a wondrous mirror;Long in the dark, in tarnish and cloud it lay--But the cloud haspass'd, and the tarnish gone;.....
© Walt Whitman
The Singer In The Prison
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 vaults of..
© Walt Whitman
This Moment, Yearning And Thoughtful
THIS moment yearning and thoughtful, sitting alone,It seems to me there are other men in other lands, yearning andthoughtful;It seems to me I can..
© Walt Whitman
These, I, Singing In Spring
THESE, I, singing in spring, collect for lovers,(For who but I should understand lovers, and all their sorrow andjoy?And who but I should be the poet..
© Walt Whitman
What Best I See In Thee
WHAT best I see in thee,Is not that where thou mov'st down history's great highways,Ever undimm'd by time shoots warlike victory's dazzle,Or that..
© Walt Whitman
Think Of The Soul
THINK of the Soul;I swear to you that body of yours gives proportions to your Soulsomehow to live in other spheres;I do not know how, but I know it..
© Walt Whitman
To The East And To The West
TO the East and to the West;To the man of the Seaside State, and of Pennsylvania,To the Kanadian of the North--to the Southerner I love;These, with..
© Walt Whitman
This Compost
SOMETHING startles me where I thought I was safest;I withdraw from the still woods I loved;I will not go now on the pastures to walk;I will not strip..
© Walt Whitman
The Unexpressed
How dare one say it?After the cycles, poems, singers, plays,Vaunted Ionia's, India's -Homer, Shakespeare -the long, long times, thickdotted roads..
© Walt Whitman
What Am I, After All?
WHAT am I, after all, but a child, pleas'd with the sound of my ownname? repeating it over and over;I stand apart to hear--it never tires me.To you..
© Walt Whitman
To Old Age
I SEE in you the estuary that enlarges and spreads itself grandly asit pours in the great Sea.
© Walt Whitman
Thoughts
OF ownership--As if one fit to own things could not at pleasure enterupon all, and incorporate them into himself or herself.Of waters, forests..
© Walt Whitman
Song Of Myself, II
Houses and rooms are full of perfumes, the shelves are crowded with perfumes,I breathe the fragrance myself and know it and like it,The distillation..
© Walt Whitman
Unnamed Lands
NATIONS ten thousand years before These States, and many times tenthousand years before These States;Garner'd clusters of ages, that men and women..
© Walt Whitman
To One Shortly To Die
FROM all the rest I single out you, having a message for you:You are to die--Let others tell you what they please, I cannotprevaricate,I am exact and..
© Walt Whitman
Weave In, Weave In, My Hardy Life
WEAVE in! weave in, my hardy life!Weave yet a soldier strong and full, for great campaigns to come;Weave in red blood! weave sinews in, like ropes!..
© Walt Whitman
To A Common Prostitute
To a Common ProstituteBE composed--be at ease with me--I am Walt Whitman, liberal and lustyas Nature;Not till the sun excludes you, do I exclude..
© Walt Whitman
The Wound Dresser
1AN 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..
© Walt Whitman
To You
Whoever you are, I fear you are walking the walks ofdreams,I fear these supposed realities are to melt from under yourfeet and hands,Even now your..
© Walt Whitman
Warble Of Lilac-Time
WARBLE me now, for joy of Lilac-time,Sort me, O tongue and lips, for Nature's sake, and sweet life'ssake--and death's the same as life's,Souvenirs of..
© Walt Whitman
To A President
ALL you are doing and saying is to America dangled mirages,You have not learn'd of Nature--of the politics of Nature, you havenot learn'd the great..
© Walt Whitman
To Think Of Time
To think of time--of all that retrospection!To think of to-day, and the ages continued henceforward!Have you guess'd you yourself would not..
© Walt Whitman