Poems by Walt Whitman

1 I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom ...

1 Now list to my morning's romanza, I tell the signs of the Answerer,
To the cities and farm...

1 Weapon shapely, naked, wan,
Head from the mother's bowels drawn,
Wooded flesh and metal...

1 (Ah little recks the laborer,
How near his work is holding him to God,
The loving Laborer...

1 Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
Th...

1 A California song,
A prophecy and indirection, a thought impalpable to breathe as air,
A...

Manhattan's streets I saunter'd pondering,
On Time, Space, Reality--on such as these, and ab...

Pensive and faltering,
The words the Dead I write,
For living are the Dead,
(Haply the only...

A batter'd, wreck'd old man,
Thrown on this savage shore, far, far from home,
Pent by the ...

Pensive on her dead gazing I heard the Mother of All,
Desperate on the torn bodies, on the for...

For his o'erarching and last lesson the greybeard sufi,
In the fresh scent of the morning in th...

Come my tan-faced children,
Follow well in order, get your weapons ready,
Have you your pist...

Shot gold, maroon and violet, dazzling silver, emerald, fawn,
The earth's whole amplitude a...

[For the Inauguration of a Public School, Camden, New Jersey, 1874] An old man's thoug...

Poets to come! Orators, singers, musicians to come!
Not to-day is to justify me and answer wha...