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Then my realities; What else is so real as mine?
Then my realities; What else is so real as mine?
done and gone, we remain; There is no final reliance but upon us; Democracy rests finally upon us, (I, my
The States—but I cannot tell whither or how long; Perhaps soon, some day or night while I am singing, my
States awhile, but I cannot tell whither or how long, Perhaps soon some day or night while I am singing my
States awhile, but I cannot tell whither or how long, Perhaps soon some day or night while I am singing my
States awhile—but I cannot tell whither or how long; Perhaps soon, some day or night while I am singing, my
AS they draw to a close, Of what underlies the precedent songs—of my aims in them, Of the seed I have
in them, Of joy, sweet joy, through many a year, in them, (For them, for them have I lived, in them my
AS they draw to a close, Of what underlies the precedent songs—of my aims in them, Of the seed I have
in them, Of joy, sweet joy, through many a year, in them, (For them, for them have I lived, in them my
AS toilsome I wander'd Virginia's woods, To the music of rustling leaves kick'd by my feet, (for 'twas
this sign left, On a tablet scrawl'd and nail'd on the tree by the grave, Bold, cautious, true, and my
Long, long I muse, then on my way go wandering, Many a changeful season to follow, and many a scene of
soldier's grave, comes the inscrip- tion inscription rude in Virginia's woods, Bold, cautious, true, and my
AS toilsome I wander'd Virginia's woods, To the music of rustling leaves kick'd by my feet, (for 'twas
this sign left, On a tablet scrawl'd and nail'd on the tree by the grave, Bold, cautious, true, and my
Long, long I muse, then on my way go wandering, Many a changeful season to follow, and many a scene of
soldier's grave, comes the inscrip- tion inscription rude in Virginia's woods, Bold, cautious, true, and my
AS TOILSOME I wander'd Virginia's woods, To the music of rustling leaves, kick'd by my feet, (for 'twas
this sign left, On a tablet scrawl'd and nail'd on the tree by the grave, Bold, cautious, true, and my
Long, long I muse, then on my way go wandering; Many a changeful season to follow, and many a scene of
the unknown soldier's grave—comes the inscription rude in Virginia's woods, Bold, cautious, true, and my
AS TOILSOME I wander'd Virginia's woods, To the music of rustling leaves, kick'd by my feet, (for 'twas
this sign left, On a tablet scrawl'd and nail'd on the tree by the grave, Bold, cautious, true, and my
Long, long I muse, then on my way go wandering; Many a changeful season to follow, and many a scene of
the unknown soldier's grave—comes the inscription rude in Virginia's woods, Bold, cautious, true, and my
soldiers South or North, As I muse retrospective murmuring a chant in thought, The war resumes, again to my
Now sound no note O trumpeters, Not at the head of my cavalry parading on spirited horses, With sabres
drawn and glistening, and carbines by their thighs, (ah my brave horsemen!
My handsome tan-faced horsemen! what life, what joy and pride, With all the perils were yours.)
Perfume therefore my chant, O love, immortal love, Give me to bathe the memories of all dead soldiers
soldiers South or North, As I muse retrospective murmuring a chant in thought, The war resumes, again to my
Now sound no note O trumpeters, Not at the head of my cavalry parading on spirited horses, With sabres
drawn and glistening, and carbines by their thighs, (ah my brave horsemen!
My handsome tan-faced horsemen! what life, what joy and pride, With all the perils were yours.)
Perfume therefore my chant, O love, immortal love, Give me to bathe the memories of all dead soldiers
Beginning My Studies. BEGINNING MY STUDIES.
BEGINNING my studies the first step pleas'd me so much, The mere fact consciousness, these forms, the
Beginning My Studies. BEGINNING MY STUDIES.
BEGINNING my studies the first step pleas'd me so much, The mere fact consciousness, these forms, the
Beginning My Studies. BEGINNING MY STUDIES.
BEGINNING my studies, the first step pleas'd me so much, The mere fact, consciousness—these forms—the
Beginning My Studies BEGINNING MY STUDIES.
BEGINNING my studies, the first step pleas'd me so much, The mere fact, consciousness—these forms—the
pleas'd me so much, I have never gone, and never wish'd to go, any farther, But stop and loiter all my
Beginning My Studies
BEHOLD this swarthy face, these gray eyes, This beard, the white wool unclipt upon my neck, My brown
BEHOLD this swarthy face, these gray eyes, This beard, the white wool unclipt upon my neck, My brown
BEHOLD this swarthy face—these gray eyes, This beard—the white wool, unclipt upon my neck, My brown hands
BEHOLD this swarthy face, this unrefined face—these gray eyes, This beard—the white wool, unclipt upon my
neck, My brown hands, and the silent manner of me, with- out without charm; Yet comes one, a Manhattanese
The circumstances of my family were easy; I received a good education, was intended by my father for
The eldest was my favorite.
I kept a box of my own, and frequently attended, often giving my family permission also to be present
My blood curdled as I saw there an image of the form of my son—my cruelly treated Luke—but oh, how ghastly
I clapped my hands to my ears, to keep out the appalling sounds that seemed to freeze my very blood.
I was at that time studying law, the profession my father followed.
brother, and two other students who were in my father's office.
my fingers quiver yet as I write the word!) young Ninon, the daughter of the widow.
My brother was the only one who preserved his usual tenor of temper and conduct.
My sight seemed to waver, my head felt dizzy, and a feeling of deadly sickness came over me.
Reprinted in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891).; Our transcription is based on a digital image of an original
untrodden and mouldy, I see no longer any axe upon it, I see the mighty and friendly emblem of the power of my
I do not vaunt my love for you, I have what I have. The axe leaps!
response, Take what I have then, (saying fain,) take the pay you approached for, Take the white tears of my
salutes, When the fire-flashing guns have fully alerted me, and heaven- clouds heaven-clouds canopy my
To us, my city, Where our tall-topt marble and iron beauties range on opposite sides, to walk in the
See my cantabile!
, I chant the world on my Western sea, I chant copious the islands beyond, thick as stars in the sky,
sail-ships and steam-ships threading the archipelagoes, My stars and stripes fluttering in the wind,
salutes, When the fire-flashing guns have fully alerted me, and heaven- clouds heaven-clouds canopy my
To us, my city, Where our tall-topt marble and iron beauties range on opposite sides, to walk in the
See my cantabile!
, I chant the world on my Western sea, I chant copious the islands beyond, thick as stars in the sky,
sail-ships and steam-ships threading the archipelagoes, My stars and stripes fluttering in the wind,
love, spit their salutes; When the fire-flashing guns have fully alerted me— when heaven-clouds canopy my
To us, my city, Where our tall-topt marble and iron beauties range on opposite sides—to walk in the space
4 See, my cantabile!
chant, projected, a thousand blooming cities yet, in time, on those groups of sea-islands; I chant my
sail-ships and steam-ships threading the archipelagoes; I chant my stars and stripes fluttering in the
love, spit their salutes; When the fire-flashing guns have fully alerted me— when heaven-clouds canopy my
See, my cantabile!
For I too, raising my voice, join the ranks of this pageant; I am the chanter—I chant aloud over the
pageant; I chant the world on my Western Sea; I chant, copious, the islands beyond, thick as stars in
chant, projected, a thousand blooming cities yet, in time, on those groups of sea-islands; I chant my
.; An earlier version of this poem entitled "My Departure" appeared in the Long Island Democrat, 23 October
THE friend I am happy with, The arm of my friend hanging idly over my shoulder, The hill-side whitened
pressed and glued together with love, Earth of chaste love—life that is only life after love, The body of my
and trembling encirling fingers—the young man all colored, red, ashamed, angry; The souse upon me of my
eats in me day and night with hungry gnaw, till I saturate what shall pro- duce produce boys to fill my
How perfect is my Soul! How perfect the earth, and the minutest thing upon it!
My Soul! if I realize you, I have satisfaction, Animals and vegetables!
I cannot define my satisfaction, yet it is so, I cannot define my life, yet it is so.
How perfect is my Soul! How perfect the earth, and the minutest thing upon it!
My Soul! if I realize you, I have satisfaction, Animals and vegetables!
I cannot define my satisfaction, yet it is so, I cannot define my life, yet it is so. 11 It comes to
How perfect is my soul! How perfect the earth, and the minutest thing upon it!
My soul! if I realize you, I have satisfaction, Animals and vegetables!
I cannot define my satisfaction, yet it is so, I cannot define my life, yet it is so.
make the only growth by which I can be appreciated, I reject none, accept all, then reproduce all in my
What is this you bring my America? Is it uniform with my country?
Will it absorb into me as I absorb food, air, to appear again in my strength, gait, face?
rapt verse, my call, mock me not!
You by my charm I invoke.
make the only growth by which I can be appreciated, I reject none, accept all, then reproduce all in my
What is this you bring my America? Is it uniform with my country?
Will it absorb into me as I absorb food, air, to appear again in my strength, gait, face?
rapt verse, my call, mock me not!
You by my charm I invoke.
past war, the battles, hospital sights, the wounded and the dead, Myself through every by-gone phase—my
idle youth—old age at hand, My three-score years of life summ'd up, and more, and past, By any grand
the silence, Like a phantom far or near an occasional figure moving, The shrubs and trees, (as I lift my
the silence, Like a phantom far or near an occasional figure moving, The shrubs and trees, (as I lift my
fire—the silence; Like a phantom far or near an occasional figure moving; The shrubs and trees, (as I left my
fire—the silence; Like a phantom far or near an occasional figure moving; The shrubs and trees, (as I left my
hitherto published—from the pleasures, profits, conformities, Which too long I was offering to feed to my
Soul Clear to me now, standards not yet published— clear to me that my Soul, That the Soul of the man
substantial life, Bequeathing, hence, types of athletic love, 29* Afternoon, this delicious Ninth Month, in my
forty- first year, I proceed, for all who are, or have been, young men, To tell the secret of my nights
when you refer to me, mind not so much my poems, Nor speak of me that I prophesied of The States, and
I will take you down underneath this impassive exterior—I will tell you what to say of me: Publish my
name and hang up my picture as that of the tenderest lover, The friend, the lover's portrait, of whom
WHEN I heard at the close of the day how my name had been received with plaudits in the capitol, still
it was not a happy night for me that fol- lowed followed ; And else, when I caroused, or when my plans
ing undressing , bathed, laughing with the cool waters, and saw the sun rise, And when I thought how my
all that day my food nourished me more—And the beautiful day passed well, And the next came with equal
joy—And with the next, at evening, came my friend; And that night, while all was still, I heard the
down-balls, nor perfumes, nor the high rain-emitting clouds, are borne through the open air, Any more than my
, from me falling—drip, bleeding drops, From wounds made to free you whence you were prisoned, From my
face—from my forehead and lips, From my breast—from within where I was con- cealed concealed —Press
May-be one is now reading this who knows some wrong-doing of my past life, Or may-be a stranger is reading
this who has secretly loved me, Or may-be one who meets all my grand assumptions and egotisms with derision
in the room where I eat or sleep, I should be satisfied, And if the corpse of any one I love, or if my