Category Archives: Walt Whitman

Poem – To Foreign Lands

I HEARD that you ask’d for something to prove this puzzle, the New World, And to define America, her athletic Democracy; Therefore I send you my poems, that you behold in them what you wanted. Advertisements

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Poem – Kosmos

WHO includes diversity, and is Nature, Who is the amplitude of the earth, and the coarseness and sexuality of the earth, and the great charity of the earth, and the equilibrium also, Who has not look’d forth from the windows, … Continue reading

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Poem – Behavior

BEHAVIOR–fresh, native, copious, each one for himself or herself, Nature and the Soul expressed–America and freedom expressed–In it the finest art, In it pride, cleanliness, sympathy, to have their chance, In it physique, intellect, faith–in it just as much as … Continue reading

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Poem – Lessons

THERE are who teach only the sweet lessons of peace and safety; But I teach lessons of war and death to those I love, That they readily meet invasions, when they come.

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Poem – Debris

HE is wisest who has the most caution, He only wins who goes far enough. Any thing is as good as established, when that is established that will produce it and continue it.

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Poem – Faces

SAUNTERING the pavement, or riding the country by-road–lo! such faces! Faces of friendship, precision, caution, suavity, ideality; The spiritual, prescient face–the always welcome, common, benevolent face, The face of the singing of music–the grand faces of natural lawyers and judges, … Continue reading

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Night on the Prairies – Walt Whitman 

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 the stars, which I think now I never realized before. Now I absorb immortality … Continue reading

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