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Walt Whitman: A Song of the Rolling Earth, Part 1
Part 1A song of the rolling earth, and of words according, Were you thinking that those were the words, those upright lines? those curves, angles, dots? No, those are not the words, the…Walt Whitman: A Song of the Rolling Earth, Part 2
Part 2Whoever you are! motion and reflection are especially for you, The divine ship sails the divine sea for you.Whoever you are! you are he or she for whom the earth is solid and liquid,…Walt Whitman: A Song of the Rolling Earth, Part 3
Part 3I swear the earth shall surely be complete to him or her who shall be complete, The earth remains jagged and broken only to him or her who remains jagged and broken.I swear…Walt Whitman: A Song of the Rolling Earth, Part 4
Part 4These to echo the tones of souls and the phrases of souls, (If they did not echo the phrases of souls what were they then? If they had not reference to you in especial what were they…Walt Whitman: Youth, Day, Old Age and Night
Youth, Day, Old Age and NightYouth, large, lusty, loving—youth full of grace, force, fascination, Do you know that Old Age may come after you with equal grace, force, fascination?Day full…Walt Whitman: To You ("Whoever you are")
To YouWhoever you are, I fear you are walking the walks of dreams, I fear these supposed realities are to melt from under your feet and hands, Even now your features, joys, speech, house,…Walt Whitman: France [the 18th Year of these States]
France [the 18th Year of these States]A great year and place A harsh discordant natal scream out-sounding, to touch the mother's heart closer than any yet.I walk'd the shores of my…Walt Whitman: Year of Meteors [1859-60]
Year of Meteors [1859-60]Year of meteors! brooding year! I would bind in words retrospective some of your deeds and signs, I would sing your contest for the 19th Presidentiad, I would sing…Walt Whitman: Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking
Out of the Cradle Endlessly RockingOut of the cradle endlessly rocking, Out of the mocking-bird's throat, the musical shuttle, Out of the Ninth-month midnight, Over the sterile sands and the…Walt Whitman: To the Man-of-War-Bird
To the Man-of-War-BirdThou who hast slept all night upon the storm, Waking renew'd on thy prodigious pinions, (Burst the wild storm? above it thou ascended'st, And rested on the sky, thy…Trending
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