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Walt Whitman: To the East and to the West

To the East and to the WestTo 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 perfect trust…

Walt Whitman: To a Western Boy

To a Western BoyMany things to absorb I teach to help you become eleve of mine; Yet if blood like mine circle not in your veins, If you be not silently selected by lovers and do not silently…

Walt Whitman: Among the Multitude

Among the MultitudeAmong the men and women the multitude, I perceive one picking me out by secret and divine signs, Acknowledging none else, not parent, wife, husband, brother, child, any…

Walt Whitman: Prayer of Columbus

Prayer of ColumbusA batter'd, wreck'd old man, Thrown on this savage shore, far, far from home, Pent by the sea and dark rebellious brows, twelve dreary months, Sore, stiff with many toils,…

Walt Whitman: Quicksand Years

Quicksand YearsQuicksand years that whirl me I know not whither, Your schemes, politics, fail, lines give way, substances mock and elude me, Only the theme I sing, the great and strong-…

Walt Whitman: Night on the Prairies

Night on the PrairiesNight on the prairies, The supper is over, the fire on the ground burns low, The wearied emigrants sleep, wrapt in their blankets; I walk by myself—I stand and look at…

Walt Whitman: The Last Invocation

The Last InvocationAt the last, tenderly, From the walls of the powerful fortress'd house, From the clasp of the knitted locks, from the keep of the well-closed doors, Let me be wafted.Let me…

Walt Whitman: Pensive and Faltering

Pensive and FalteringPensive and faltering, The words the Dead I write, For living are the Dead, (Haply the only living, only real, And I the apparition, I the spectre.)

Walt Whitman: A Paumanok Picture

A Paumanok PictureTwo boats with nets lying off the sea-beach, quite still, Ten fishermen waiting—they discover a thick school of mossbonkers —they drop the join'd seine-ends in the water…

Walt Whitman: The Mystic Trumpeter

The Mystic TrumpeterPart 1Hark, some wild trumpeter, some strange musician, Hovering unseen in air, vibrates capricious tunes to-night.I hear thee trumpeter, listening alert I catch thy notes…