Ah Poverties, Wincings, and Sulky Retreats, by Walt Whitman
Ah poverties, wincings, and sulky retreats,
Ah you foes that in conflict have overcome me,
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Ah poverties, wincings, and sulky retreats,
Ah you foes that in conflict have overcome me,
...
O me, man of slack faith so long,
Standing aloof, denying portions so long,
Only aware to-d...
Among the men and women the multitude,
I perceive one picking me out by secret and divine signs...
Are you the new person drawn toward me?
To begin with take warning, I am surely far different f...
With its cloud of skirmishers in advance,
With now the sound of a single shot snapping like a w...
While my wife at my side lies slumbering, and the wars are over long,
And my head on the pillo...
As at thy portals also death,
Entering thy sovereign, dim, illimitable grounds,
To memories...
As consequent from store of summer rains,
Or wayward rivulets in autumn flowing,
Or many a he...
Ashes of soldiers South or North,
As I muse retrospective murmuring a chant in thought,
The w...
1 As I ebb'd with the ocean of life,
As I wended the shores I know,
As I walk'd where the r...
As if a phantom caress'd me,
I thought I was not alone walking here by the shore;
But the one...
As I lay with my head in your lap camerado,
The confession I made I resume, what I said to you...
As I ponder'd in silence,
Returning upon my poems, considering, lingering long,
A Phantom a...
As I walk these broad majestic days of peace,
(For the war, the struggle of blood finish'd, w...
As I watch'd the ploughman ploughing,
Or the sower sowing in the fields, or the harvester harv...