Poems by Walt Whitman

Poems by Walt Whitman

By That Long Scan of Waves, by Walt Whitman

By that long scan of waves, myself call'd back, resumed upon myself,
In every crest some undu...

By the Bivouac's Fitful Flame, by Walt Whitman

By the bivouac's fitful flame,
A procession winding around me, solemn and sweet and slow--but
...

Camps of Green, by Walt Whitman

Nor alone those camps of white, old comrades of the wars,
When as order'd forward, after a lo...

A Carol Closing Sixty-Nine, by Walt Whitman

A carol closing sixty-nine--a resume--a repetition,
My lines in joy and hope continuing on the ...

Cavalry Crossing a Ford, by Walt Whitman

A line in long array where they wind betwixt green islands,
They take a serpentine course, the...

The Centenarian's Story, by Walt Whitman

[Volunteer of 1861-2, at Washington Park, Brooklyn, assisting
the Centenarian.]
Give me you...

Chanting the Square Deific, by Walt Whitman

1 Chanting the square deific, out of the One advancing, out of the sides,
Out of the old an...

The City Dead-House, by Walt Whitman

By the city dead-house by the gate,
As idly sauntering wending my way from the clangor,
I cur...

City of Orgies, by Walt Whitman

City of orgies, walks and joys,
City whom that I have lived and sung in your midst will one da...

City of Ships, by Walt Whitman

City of ships!
(O the black ships! O the fierce ships!
O the beautiful sharp-bow'd steam-ships ...

Come Up from the Fields Father, by Walt Whitman

Come up from the fields father, here's a letter from our Pete,
And come to the front door moth...

The Commonplace, by Walt Whitman

The commonplace I sing;
How cheap is health! How cheap nobility!
Abstinence, no falsehood, n...

Continuities, by Walt Whitman

Nothing is ever really lost, or can be lost,
No birth, identity, form--no object of the worl...

Crossing Brooklyn Ferry, by Walt Whitman

1 Flood-tide below me! I see you face to face!
Clouds of the west--sun there half an hour high...

The Dalliance of Eagles, by Walt Whitman

Skirting the river road, (my forenoon walk, my rest, )
Skyward in air a sudden muffled sound, ...