Poems by Walt Whitman

My spirit to yours dear brother,
Do not mind because many sounding your name do not understand ...

Thou orb aloft full-dazzling! Thou hot October noon!
Flooding with sheeny light the gray beach s...

Here, take this gift,
I was reserving it for some hero, speaker, or general,
One who shoul...

Did you ask dulcet rhymes from me?
Did you seek the civilian's peaceful and languishing rhymes?
...

Be composed--be at ease with me--I am Walt Whitman, liberal and
lusty as Nature,
Not till the...

Courage yet, my brother or my sister!
Keep on--Liberty is to be subserv'd whatever occurs;
Th...

You who celebrate bygones,
Who have explored the outward, the surfaces of the races, the life...

Thee for my recitative,
Thee in the driving storm even as now, the snow, the winter-day decli...

Is reform needed? Is it through you?
The greater the reform needed, the greater the Personality...

Passing stranger! You do not know how longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking, ...

To get the final lilt of songs,
To penetrate the inmost lore of poets--to know the mighty ones,...

1 To think of time--of all that retrospection,
To think of to-day, and the ages continued he...

Thou who hast slept all night upon the storm,
Waking renew'd on thy prodigious pinions,
(Burs...

Ah, whispering, something again, unseen,
Where late this heated day thou enterest at my wind...

To the leaven'd soil they trod calling I sing for the last,
(Forth from my tent emerging for go...