Poems by Walt Whitman

Poems by Walt Whitman

Thick-Sprinkled Bunting, by Walt Whitman

Thick-sprinkled bunting! Flag of stars!
Long yet your road, fateful flag--long yet your road, ...

This Compost, by Walt Whitman

1 Something startles me where I thought I was safest,
I withdraw from the still woods I loved...

This Moment Yearning and Thoughtful, by Walt Whitman

This moment yearning and thoughtful sitting alone,
It seems to me there are other men in other ...

Thought, by Walt Whitman

Of persons arrived at high positions, ceremonies, wealth,
scholarships, and the like;
(To ...

Thoughts, by Walt Whitman

Of ownership--as if one fit to own things could not at pleasure enter
upon all, and incorporate...

Thou Mother with Thy Equal Brood, by Walt Whitman

1 Thou Mother with thy equal brood,
Thou varied chain of different States, yet one identity ...

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;
Th...

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, ...