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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

To Other Lands

I HEAR you have been asking for something to repre–
        sent the new race, our self-poised Democracy,
Therefore I send you my poems, that you behold in
        them what you wanted.

Leaves of Grass

#Americans #XIXCentury

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Autres oeuvres par Walt Whitman...
Book XXIV. Autumn Rivulets: The City Dead-House

By the city dead-house by the gate… As idly sauntering wending my way… I curious pause, for lo, an outcas… Her corpse they deposit unclaim’d,… The divine woman, her body, I see…
Book XXXV. Good-Bye My Fancy: The Pallid Wreath

Somehow I cannot let it go yet, f… Let it remain back there on its na… With pink, blue, yellow, all blanc… One wither’d rose put years ago fo… But I do not forget thee. Hast th…
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Book XXI. Drum-Taps: Not Youth Pertains to Me

Not youth pertains to me, Nor delicatesse, I cannot beguile… Awkward in the parlor, neither a d… In the learn’d coterie sitting con… to me,
Book V. Calamus: A Leaf for Hand in Hand

A Leaf for hand in hand! You natural persons old and young! You on the Mississippi, and on al… Mississippi! You friendly boatmen and mechanics…
Book XXXIV. Sands At Seventy: The Dead Tenor

As down the stage again, With Spanish hat and plumes, and… Back from the fading lessons of th… How much from thee! the revelation… (So firm—so liquid-soft—again that…
Book XXI. Drum-Taps: Race of Veterans

Race of veterans—race of victors! Race of the soil, ready for confli… (No more credulity’s race, abiding… Race henceforth owning no law but… Race of passion and the storm.
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Book XXIV. Autumn Rivulets: Tests

All submit to them, where they sit… analysis, in the Soul; Not traditions—not the outer autho… the judges of outer authorities, a… They corroborate as they go, only…
Book XXIV. Autumn Rivulets: Wandering at Morn

Wandering at morn, Emerging from the night from gloom… Yearning for thee harmonious Unio… Thee coil’d in evil times my count… every meanness, treason thrust upo…
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Book IX: Song of the Answerer

Now list to my morning’s romanza,… To the cities and farms I sing as… A young man comes to me bearing a… How shall the young man know the w… Tell him to send me the signs. An…
A Leaf of Faces

SAUNTERING the pavement, or r… road—lo! such faces! Faces of friendship, precision, ca… ideality; The spiritual prescient face—the a…
Book XXI. Drum-Taps: Come Up From the Fields Father

Come up from the fields father, he… And come to the front door mother,… Lo, ’tis autumn, Lo, where the trees, deeper green,… Cool and sweeten Ohio’s villages…
As Nearing Departure

1 AS nearing departure, As the time draws nigh, glooming,… A dread beyond, of I know not wha… 2 I shall go forth, I shall traverse The States—but…
Book XXXIV. Sands At Seventy: The Wallabout Martyrs

Greater than memory of Achilles o… More, more by far to thee than tom… Those cart loads of old charnel as… Once living men—once resolute cour… The stepping stones to thee to-day…
Book XVI: A Song Of The Rolling Earth

A song of the rolling earth, and o… Were you thinking that those were… curves, angles, dots? No, those are not the words, the s… and sea,
Book XXXIV. Sands At Seventy: Election Day, November, 1884

If I should need to name, O West… and show, ’Twould not be you, Niagara—nor y… huge rifts of canyons, Colorado, Nor you, Yosemite—nor Yellowstone…



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