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Walt Whitman: Starting from Paumanok, Part 15
Part 15With me with firm holding, yet haste, haste on. For your life adhere to me, (I may have to be persuaded many times before I consent to give myself really to you, but what of that?…Walt Whitman: Starting from Paumanok, Part 16
Part 16On my way a moment I pause, Here for you! and here for America! Still the present I raise aloft, still the future of the States I harbinge glad and sublime, And for the past I…Walt Whitman: Starting from Paumanok, Part 17
Part 17Expanding and swift, henceforth, Elements, breeds, adjustments, turbulent, quick and audacious, A world primal again, vistas of glory incessant and branching, A new race dominating…Walt Whitman: Starting from Paumanok, Part 18
Part 18See, steamers steaming through my poems, See, in my poems immigrants continually coming and landing, See, in arriere, the wigwam, the trail, the hunter's hut, the flat-boat, the…Walt Whitman: Starting from Paumanok, Part 19
Part 19O camerado close! O you and me at last, and us two only. O a word to clear one's path ahead endlessly! O something ecstatic and undemonstrable! O music wild! O now I triumph—and you…Walt Whitman: Song of Myself, Part 10
Part 10Alone far in the wilds and mountains I hunt, Wandering amazed at my own lightness and glee, In the late afternoon choosing a safe spot to pass the night, Kindling a fire and broiling…Walt Whitman: Song of Myself, Part 11
Part 11Twenty-eight young men bathe by the shore, Twenty-eight young men and all so friendly; Twenty-eight years of womanly life and all so lonesome.She owns the fine house by the rise of the…Walt Whitman: Song of Myself, Part 12
Part 12The butcher-boy puts off his killing-clothes, or sharpens his knife at the stall in the market, I loiter enjoying his repartee and his shuffle and break-down.Blacksmiths with…Walt Whitman: Song of Myself, Part 13
Part 13The negro holds firmly the reins of his four horses, the block swags underneath on its tied-over chain, The negro that drives the long dray of the stone-yard, steady and tall…Walt Whitman: Song of Myself, Part 14
Part 14The wild gander leads his flock through the cool night, Ya-honk he says, and sounds it down to me like an invitation, The pert may suppose it meaningless, but I listening close, Find…Trending
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