Poems by Walt Whitman

Poems by Walt Whitman

When I Peruse the Conquer'd Fame, by Walt Whitman

When I peruse the conquer'd fame of heroes and the victories of
mighty generals, I do not envy ...

When I Read the Book, by Walt Whitman

When I read the book, the biography famous,
And is this then (said I) what the author calls a ...

When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd, by Walt Whitman

1 When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd,
And the great star early droop'd in the western s...

When the Full-Grown Poet Came, by Walt Whitman

When the full-grown poet came,
Out spake pleased Nature (the round impassive globe, with all i...

Whispers of Heavenly Death, by Walt Whitman

Whispers of heavenly death murmur'd I hear,
Labial gossip of night, sibilant chorals,

Whoever You Are Holding Me Now in Hand, by Walt Whitman

Whoever you are holding me now in hand,
Without one thing all will be useless,
I give you fai...

Who Learns My Lesson Complete?, by Walt Whitman

Who learns my lesson complete?
Boss, journeyman, apprentice, churchman and atheist,
The stu...

With Antecedents, by Walt Whitman

1 With antecedents,
With my fathers and mothers and the accumulations of past ages,
With al...

Years of the Modern, by Walt Whitman

Years of the modern! Years of the unperform'd!
Your horizon rises, I see it parting away for mo...

To You, by Walt Whitman

Whoever you are, I fear you are walking the walks of dreams,
I fear these supposed realities a...

You Felons on Trial in Courts, by Walt Whitman

You felons on trial in courts,
You convicts in prison-cells, you sentenced assassins chain'd a...

Yonnondio, by Walt Whitman

A song, a poem of itself--the word itself a dirge,
Amid the wilds, the rocks, the storm and ...

Yet, Yet Ye Downcast Hours, by Walt Whitman

Yet, yet, ye downcast hours, I know ye also,
Weights of lead, how ye clog and cling at my a...

The Wound-Dresser, by Walt Whitman

1 An old man bending I come among new faces,
Years looking backward resuming in answer to chi...

A Woman Waits for Me, by Walt Whitman

A woman waits for me, she contains all, nothing is lacking,
Yet all were lacking if sex were ...