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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…

Walt Whitman: To a Locomotive in Winter

To a Locomotive in WinterThee for my recitative, Thee in the driving storm even as now, the snow, the winter-day declining, Thee in thy panoply, thy measur'd dual throbbing and thy beat…

Walt Whitman: O Magnet-South

O Magnet-SouthO 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 birth-things—all moving…

Walt Whitman: All Is Truth

All Is TruthO me, man of slack faith so long, Standing aloof, denying portions so long, Only aware to-day of compact all-diffused truth, Discovering to-day there is no lie or form of lie, and…