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").
Passage To India
SINGING my days,Singing the great achievements of the present,Singing the strong, light works of engineers,Our modern wonders, (the antique ponderous..
© Walt Whitman
In Paths Untrodden
IN paths untrodden,In the growth by margins of pond-waters,Escaped from the life that exhibits itself,From all the standards hitherto publish'd--from..
© Walt Whitman
Elemental Drifts
ELEMENTAL drifts!How I wish I could impress others as you have just been impressingme!As I ebb'd with an ebb of the ocean of life,As I wended the..
© Walt Whitman
One Song, America, Before I Go
ONE song, America, before I go,I'd sing, o'er all the rest, with trumpet sound,For thee--the Future.I'd sow a seed for thee of endless..
© Walt Whitman
As Toilsome I Wander'D Virginia's Woods
As toilsome I wander'd Virginia's woods,To the music of rustling leaves kick'd by my feet, (for 'twas autumn,)I mark'd at the foot of a tree the..
© Walt Whitman
erfections
ONLY themselves understand themselves, and the like of themselves,As Souls only understand Souls.
© Walt Whitman
Facing West From California's Shores
FACING west, from California's shores,Inquiring, tireless, seeking what is yet unfound,I, a child, very old, over waves, towards the house of..
© Walt Whitman
On Journeys Through The States
ON journeys through the States we start,(Ay, through the world--urged by these songs,Sailing henceforth to every land--to every sea;)We, willing..
© Walt Whitman
Poems Of Joys
O TO make the most jubilant poem!Even to set off these, and merge with these, the carols of Death.O full of music! full of manhood, womanhood..
© Walt Whitman
Beginners
HOW they are provided for upon the earth, (appearing at intervals;)How dear and dreadful they are to the earth;How they inure to themselves as much..
© Walt Whitman
Reconciliation
WORD over all, beautiful as the sky!Beautiful that war, and all its deeds of carnage, must in time beutterly lost;That the hands of the sisters Death..
© Walt Whitman
Despairing Cries
DESPAIRING cries float ceaselessly toward me, day and night,The sad voice of Death--the call of my nearest lover, putting forth,alarmed..
© Walt Whitman
I Saw In Louisiana A Live Oak Growing
I SAW in Louisiana a live-oak growing,All alone stood it, and the moss hung down from the branches;Without any companion it grew there, uttering..
© Walt Whitman
Roots And Leaves Themselves Alone
ROOTS and leaves themselves alone are these;Scents brought to men and women from the wild woods, and from thepond-side,Breast-sorrel and pinks of..
© Walt Whitman
Mother And Babe
I SEE the sleeping babe, nestling the breast of its mother;The sleeping mother and babe- hush'd, I study them long and long.
© Walt Whitman
Poets To Come
POETS to come! orators, singers, musicians to come!Not to-day is to justify me, and answer what I am for;But you, a new brood, native, athletic..
© Walt Whitman
Of Him I Love Day And Night
OF him I love day and night, I dream'd I heard he was dead;And I dream'd I went where they had buried him I love--but he was notin that place;And I..
© Walt Whitman
Come Up From The Fields, Father
Come up from the fields, father, here's a letter from our Pete;And come to the front door, mother-here's a letter from thy dearson.Lo, 'tis..
© Walt Whitman
Camps Of Green
NOT alone those camps of white, O soldiers,When, as order'd forward, after a long march,Footsore and weary, soon as the light lessen'd, we halted for..
© Walt Whitman
One's Self I Sing
ONE'S-SELF I sing--a simple, separate Person;Yet utter the word Democratic, the word En-masse.Of Physiology from top to toe I sing;Not physiognomy..
© Walt Whitman
For Him I Sing
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 I him..
© Walt Whitman
ours Continuing Long
HOURS continuing long, sore and heavy-hearted,Hours of the dusk, when I withdraw to a lonesome and unfrequentedspot, seating myself, leaning my face..
© Walt Whitman
Gliding Over All
GLIDING o'er all, through all,Through Nature, Time, and Space,As a ship on the waters advancing,The voyage of the soul--not life alone,Death, many..
© Walt Whitman
Or From That Sea Of Time
OR, from that Sea of Time,Spray, blown by the wind--a double winrow-drift of weeds and shells;(O little shells, so curious-convolute! so limpid-cold..
© Walt Whitman
An Army Corps On The March
WITH its cloud of skirmishers in advance,With now the sound of a single shot, snapping like a whip, and now anirregular volley,The swarming ranks..
© Walt Whitman