Poems by Walt Whitman

Poems by Walt Whitman

To a Historian, by Walt Whitman

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

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 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 Certain Civilian, by Walt Whitman

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

To a Certain Cantatrice, by Walt Whitman

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

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...

Sparkles from the Wheel, by Walt Whitman

Where the city's ceaseless crowd moves on the livelong day,
Withdrawn I join a group of childr...

Tears, by Walt Whitman

Tears! Tears! Tears!
In the night, in solitude, tears,
On the white shore dripping, dripp...

Starting from Paumanok, by Walt Whitman

1 Starting from fish-shape Paumanok where I was born,
Well-begotten, and rais'd by a perfect...

Spontaneous Me, by Walt Whitman

Spontaneous me, Nature,
The loving day, the mounting sun, the friend I am happy with,
The ...

Spirit Whose Work Is Done [Washington City, 1865], by Walt Whitman

Spirit whose work is done--spirit of dreadful hours!
Ere departing fade from my eyes your forest...

Spirit That Form'd This Scene, by Walt Whitman

[Written in Platte Canyon, Colorado]   Spirit that form'd this scene,
These tumbled rock...

Soon Shall the Winter's Foil Be Here, by Walt Whitman

Soon shall the winter's foil be here;
Soon shall these icy ligatures unbind and melt--A little ...

A Song of the Rolling Earth, by Walt Whitman

1 A song of the rolling earth, and of words according,
Were you thinking that those were the...

Song of the Universal, by Walt Whitman

1 Come said the Muse,
Sing me a song no poet yet has chanted,
Sing me the universal.  ...