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Walt Whitman: In Paths Untrodden

In Paths UntroddenIn 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 the pleasures,…

Walt Whitman: For You, O Democracy

For You, O DemocracyCome, I will make the continent indissoluble, I will make the most splendid race the sun ever shone upon, I will make divine magnetic lands, With the love of comrades…

Walt Whitman: These I Singing in Spring

These I Singing in SpringThese I singing in spring collect for lovers, (For who but I should understand lovers and all their sorrow and joy? And who but I should be the poet of comrades?)…

Walt Whitman: Trickle Drops

Trickle DropsTrickle drops! my blue veins leaving! O drops of me! trickle, slow drops, Candid from me falling, drip, bleeding drops, From wounds made to free you whence you were prison'd,…

Walt Whitman: City of Orgies

City of OrgiesCity of orgies, walks and joys, City whom that I have lived and sung in your midst will one day make Not the pageants of you, not your shifting tableaus, your spectacles,…

Walt Whitman: A Promise to California

A Promise to CaliforniaA promise to California, Or inland to the great pastoral Plains, and on to Puget sound and Oregon; Sojourning east a while longer, soon I travel toward you, to remain…

Walt Whitman: I Dream'd in a Dream

I Dream'd in a DreamI dream'd in a dream I saw a city invincible to the attacks of the whole of the rest of the earth, I dream'd that was the new city of Friends, Nothing was greater…

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…