Poems by Walt Whitman

Poems by Walt Whitman

To Him That Was Crucified, 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, by Walt Whitman

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

To a Certain Cantatrice, by Walt Whitman

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

To a Certain Civilian, by Walt Whitman

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

To a Common Prostitute, by Walt Whitman

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

To a Foil'd European Revolutionaire, by Walt Whitman

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

To a Historian, by Walt Whitman

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

To a Locomotive in Winter, by Walt Whitman

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

To a Pupil, by Walt Whitman

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

To a Stranger, by Walt Whitman

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, by Walt Whitman

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

To Think of Time, by Walt Whitman

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

To the Man-of-War-Bird, by Walt Whitman

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

To the Sun-Set Breeze, by Walt Whitman

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

To the Leaven'd Soil They Trod, by Walt Whitman

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