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O my soldiers twain! O my veterans passing to burial! What I have I also give you.
The moon gives you light, And the bugles and the drums give you music, And my heart, O my soldiers, my
veterans, My heart gives you love.
O my soldiers twain! O my veterans passing to burial! What I have I also give you.
The moon gives you light, And the bugles and the drums give you music, And my heart, O my soldiers, my
veterans, My heart gives you love.
O my soldiers twain! O my veterans, passing to burial!
have I also give you. 9 The moon gives you light, And the bugles and the drums give you music; And my
heart, O my soldiers, my veterans, My heart gives you love.
O my soldiers twain! O my veterans, passing to burial!
have I also give you. 9 The moon gives you light, And the bugles and the drums give you music; And my
heart, O my soldiers, my veterans, My heart gives you love.
Nothing my babe you see in the sky, And nothing at all to you it says—but look you my babe, Look at these
now the hal- yards halyards have rais'd it, Side of my banner broad and blue, side of my starry banner
Eastern shore, and my Western shore the same, And all between those shores, and my ever running Mississippi
with bends and chutes, And my Illinois fields, and my Kansas fields, and my fields of Missouri, The
My limbs, my veins dilate, my theme is clear at last, Banner so broad advancing out of the night, I sing
Nothing my babe you see in the sky, And nothing at all to you it says—but look you my babe, Look at these
now the hal- yards halyards have rais'd it, Side of my banner broad and blue, side of my starry banner
Eastern shore, and my Western shore the same, And all between those shores, and my ever running Mississippi
with bends and chutes, And my Illinois fields, and my Kansas fields, and my fields of Missouri, The
My limbs, my veins dilate, my theme is clear at last, Banner so broad advancing out of the night, I sing
Give me the drench of my passions! Give me life coarse and rank!
with the dancers, and drink with the drinkers; The echoes ring with our indecent calls; I take for my
love some prostitute—I pick out some low person for my dearest friend, He shall be lawless, rude, illiterate—he
shall be one condemn'd by others for deeds done; I will play a part no longer—Why should I exile my-
self myself from my companions?
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
My 71st Year. MY 71ST YEAR.
AFTER surmounting three-score and ten, With all their chances, changes, losses, sorrows, My parents'
deaths, the vagaries of my life, the many tearing passions of me, the war of '63 and '4, As some old
Bear forth to them, folded, my love —(Dear mariners!
for you I fold it here, in every leaf;) Speed on, my Book!
And so will some one, when I am dead and gone, write my life?
, I seek, for my own use, to trace out here.)
BEGINNING MY STUDIES.
WHILE my wife at my side lies slumbering, and the wars are over long, And my head on the pillow rests
night midnight passes, And through the stillness, through the dark, I hear, just hear, the breath of my
with eager calls and orders of officers, While from some distant part of the field the wind wafts to my
far or near, (rousing even in dreams a devilish exultation and all the old mad joy in the depths of my
galloping by or on a full run, With the patter of small arms, the warning s-s-t of the rifles, (these in my
WHILE my wife at my side lies slumbering, and the wars are over long, And my head on the pillow rests
night midnight passes, And through the stillness, through the dark, I hear, just hear, the breath of my
with eager calls and orders of officers, While from some distant part of the field the wind wafts to my
far or near, (rousing even in dreams a devilish exultation and all the old mad joy in the depths of my
galloping by or on a full run, With the patter of small arms, the warning s-s-t of the rifles, (these in my
WHILE my wife at my side lies slumbering, and the wars are over long, And my head on the pillow rests
vacant midnight passes, And through the stillness, through the dark, I hear, just hear, the breath of my
with eager calls, and orders of officers; While from some distant part of the field the wind wafts to my
or near, (rousing, even in dreams, a devilish exultation, and all the old mad joy, in the depths of my
galloping by, or on a full run; With the patter of small arms, the warning s-s-t of the rifles, (these in my
you suppose, And you that shall cross from shore to shore years hence, are more to me, and more in my
walks home late at night, or as I lay in my bed, they came upon me.
, That I was, I knew was of my body—and what I should be, I knew I should be of my body.
Manhatta , My river and sun-set, and my scallop-edged waves of flood-tide, The sea-gulls oscillating
loudly and musically call me by my nighest name! Live, old life!
walks home late at night, or as I lay in my bed, they came upon me.
; That I was, I knew was of my body—and what I should be, I knew I should be of my body. 7 It is not
mast- hemm'd mast-hemm'd Manhattan, My river and sun-set, and my scallop-edg'd waves of flood-tide,
face, Which fuses me into you now, and pours my meaning into you.
loudly and musically call me by my nighest name! Live, old life!
walks home late at night, or as I lay in my bed, they came upon me.
; That I was, I knew was of my body—and what I should be, I knew I should be of my body.
, My river and sun-set, and my scallop-edg'd waves of flood-tide, The sea-gulls oscillating their bodies
face, Which fuses me into you now, and pours my meaning into you.
loudly and musically call me by my nighest name! Live, old life!
O my father, It is so broad, it covers the whole sky! FATHER.
now the halyards have rais'd it, Side of my banner broad and blue—side of my starry banner, Discarding
eastern shore, and my western shore the same; And all between those shores, and my ever-running Mississippi
, with bends and chutes; And my Illinois fields, and my Kansas fields, and my fields of Missouri; The
My limbs, my veins dilate; The blood of the world has fill'd me full—my theme is clear at last: —Banner
O my father, It is so broad, it covers the whole sky! FATHER.
now the halyards have rais'd it, Side of my banner broad and blue—side of my starry banner, Discarding
eastern shore, and my western shore the same; And all between those shores, and my ever running Mississippi
, with bends and chutes; And my Illinois fields, and my Kansas fields, and my fields of Missouri; The
My limbs, my veins dilate; The blood of the world has fill'd me full—my theme is clear at last : —Banner
My life and recitative, containing birth, youth, mid-age years, Fitful as motley-tongues of flame, inseparably
twined and merged in one—combining all, My single soul—aims, confirmations, failures, joys—Nor single
soul alone, I chant my nation's crucial stage, (America's, haply humanity's) —the trial great, the victory
common bulk, the general average horde, (the best no sooner than the worst)—And now I chant old age, (My
snow-white hairs the same, and give to pulses winter- cool'd the same;) As here in careless trill, I and my
And so will some one when I am dead and gone write my life?
(As if any man really knew aught of my life, Why even I myself I often think know little or nothing of
my real life, Only a few hints, a few diffused faint clews and indirections I seek for my own use to
And so will some one when I am dead and gone write my life?
(As if any man really knew aught of my life, Why even I myself I often think know little or nothing of
my real life, Only a few hints, a few diffused faint clews and indirections I seek for my own use to
my South! O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse and love! good and evil! O all dear to me!
O dear to me my birth-things—all moving things and the trees where I was born—the grains, plants, rivers
, Dear to me my own slow sluggish rivers where they flow, distant, over flats of silvery sands or through
, the Tombigbee, the Santee, the Coosa and the Sabine, O pensive, far away wandering, I return with my
parrots in the woods, I see the papaw-tree and the blos- soming blossoming titi; Again, sailing in my
my South! O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse and love! good and evil! O all dear to me!
O dear to me my birth-things—all moving things and the trees where I was born—the grains, plants, rivers
, Dear to me my own slow sluggish rivers where they flow, distant, over flats of silvery sands or through
, the Tombigbee, the Santee, the Coosa and the Sabine, O pensive, far away wandering, I return with my
parrots in the woods, I see the papaw-tree and the blos- soming blossoming titi; Again, sailing in my
My South! O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse, and love! Good and evil! O all dear to me!
O dear to me my birth-things—All moving things, and the trees where I was born—the grains, plants, rivers
; Dear to me my own slow sluggish rivers where they flow, distant, over flats of silvery sands, or through
the Tombigbee, the Santee, the Coosa, and the Sabine; O pensive, far away wandering, I return with my
the graceful palmetto; I pass rude sea-headlands and enter Pamlico Sound through an inlet, and dart my
My South! O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse, and love! Good and evil! O all dear to me!
O dear to me my birth-things—All moving things, and the trees where I was born—the grains, plants, rivers
; Dear to me my own slow sluggish rivers where they flow, distant, over flats of silvery sands, or through
the Tombigbee, the Santee, the Coosa, and the Sabine; O pensive, far away wandering, I return with my
the graceful palmetto; I pass rude sea-headlands and enter Pamlico Sound through an inlet, and dart my
My South! O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse, and love! Good and evil! O all dear to me!
O dear to me my birth-things—All moving things, and the trees where I was born—the grains, plants, rivers
; Dear to me my own slow sluggish rivers where they flow, distant, over flats of silvery sands, or through
the Tombigbee, the Santee, the Coosa, and the Sabine; O pensive, far away wandering, I return with my
the graceful palmetto; I pass rude sea-headlands and enter Pamlico Sound through an inlet, and dart my
And so will some one, when I am dead and gone, write my life?
(As if any man really knew aught of my life; Why, even I myself, I often think, know little or noth-
ing nothing of my real life; Only a few hints—a few diffused, faint clues and indi- rections indirections
, I seek, for my own use, to trace out here.)
home in Kanuck woods, Or wandering and hunting, my drink water, my diet meat, Or withdrawn to muse and
In the Year 80 of The States, My tongue, every atom of my blood, formed from this soil, this air, Born
Take my leaves, America!
My comrade!
steamers steaming through my poems!
miner in California; Or rude in my home in Dakota's woods, my diet meat, my drink from the spring; Or
place, with my own day, here.
My comrade!
my intrepid nations! O I at any rate include you all with perfect love!
steamers steaming through my poems!
; Or rude in my home in Dakotah's woods, my diet meat, my drink from the spring; Or withdrawn to muse
place, with my own day, here.
My comrade!
my intrepid nations! O I at any rate include you all with perfect love!
steamers steaming through my poems!
with bends and chutes, And my Illinois fields, and my Kansas fields, and my fields of Missouri, The
My limbs, my veins dilate, my theme is clear at last, Banner so broad advancing out of the night, I sing
VIGIL strange I kept on the field one night; When you my son and my comrade dropt at my side that day
WHILE my wife at my side lies slumbering, and the wars are over long, And my head on the pillow rests
Ah my silvery beauty—ah my woolly white and crimson! Ah to sing the song of you, my matron mighty!
with bends and chutes, And my Illinois fields, and my Kansas fields, and my fields of Missouri, The
My limbs, my veins dilate, my theme is clear at last, Banner so broad advancing out of the night, I sing
VIGIL strange I kept on the field one night; When you my son and my comrade dropt at my side that day
WHILE my wife at my side lies slumbering, and the wars are over long, And my head on the pillow rests
Ah my silvery beauty—ah my woolly white and crimson! Ah to sing the song of you, my matron mighty!
than you suppose, And you that shall cross from shore to shore years hence are more to me, and more in my
forever held in solution, I too had receiv'd identity by my body, That I was I knew was of my body,
What is more subtle than this which ties me to the woman or man that looks in my face?
Which fuses me into you now, and pours my meaning into you? We understand then do we not?
loudly and musically call me by my nighest name! Live, old life!
than you suppose, And you that shall cross from shore to shore years hence are more to me, and more in my
forever held in solution, I too had receiv'd identity by my body, That I was I knew was of my body,
What is more subtle than this which ties me to the woman or man that looks in my face?
Which fuses me into you now, and pours my meaning into you? We understand then do we not?
loudly and musically call me by my nighest name! Live, old life!
A carol closing sixty-nine—a résumé—a repetition, My lines in joy and hope continuing on the same, Of
ye, O God, Life, Nature, Freedom, Poetry; Of you, my Land—your rivers, prairies, States—you, mottled
entire—Of north, south, east and west, your items all; Of me myself—the jocund heart yet beating in my
, old, poor and paralyzed—the strange inertia falling pall-like round me, The burning fires down in my
SPLENDOR of ended day floating and filling me, Hour prophetic, hour resuming the past, Inflating my throat
Open mouth of my soul uttering gladness, Eyes of my soul seeing perfection, Natural life of me faithfully
To prepare for sleep, for bed, to look on my rose-color'd flesh!
To be conscious of my body, so satisfied, so large! To be this incredible God I am!
How my thoughts play subtly at the spectacles around! How the clouds pass silently overhead!
Scented Herbage of My Breast. SCENTED HERBAGE OF MY BREAST.
SCENTED herbage of my breast, Leaves from you I glean, I write, to be perused best afterwards, Tomb-leaves
O blossoms of my blood!
grow up out of my breast! Spring away from the conceal'd heart there!
Do not remain down there so ashamed, herbage of my breast!
SPLENDOR of ended day floating and filling me, Hour prophetic, hour resuming the past, Inflating my throat
Open mouth of my soul uttering gladness, Eyes of my soul seeing perfection, Natural life of me faithfully
To prepare for sleep, for bed, to look on my rose-color'd flesh!
To be conscious of my body, so satisfied, so large! To be this incredible God I am!
How my thoughts play subtly at the spectacles around! How the clouds pass silently overhead!
SPLENDOR of falling day, floating and filling me, Hour prophetic—hour resuming the past, Inflating my
Open mouth of my Soul, uttering gladness, Eyes of my Soul, seeing perfection, Natural life of me, faithfully
To prepare for sleep, for bed—to look on my rose- colored flesh, To be conscious of my body, so amorous
How my thoughts play subtly at the spectacles around! How the clouds pass silently overhead!
sailed down the Mississippi, As I wandered over the prairies, As I have lived—As I have looked through my
Scented Herbage of My Breast. SCENTED HERBAGE OF MY BREAST.
SCENTED herbage of my breast, Leaves from you I glean, I write, to be perused best afterwards, Tomb-leaves
O blossoms of my blood!
grow up out of my breast! Spring away from the conceal'd heart there!
Do not remain down there so ashamed, herbage of my breast!
Inflating my throat—you, divine average! You, Earth and Life, till the last ray gleams, I sing.
Open mouth of my Soul, uttering gladness, Eyes of my Soul, seeing perfection, Natural life of me, faithfully
To prepare for sleep, for bed—to look on my rose- color'd rose-color'd flesh; To be conscious of my body
How my thoughts play subtly at the spectacles around! How the clouds pass silently overhead!
sail'd down the Mississippi, As I wander'd over the prairies, As I have lived—As I have look'd through my
Inflating my throat—you, divine average! You, Earth and Life, till the last ray gleams, I sing.
Open mouth of my Soul, uttering gladness, Eyes of my Soul, seeing perfection, Natural life of me, faithfully
To prepare for sleep, for bed—to look on my rose- color'd rose-color'd flesh, To be conscious of my body
How my thoughts play subtly at the spectacles around! How the clouds pass silently overhead!
win- dows windows , my eyes, As I went forth in the morning—As I beheld the light breaking in the east
- ward southward , Alone, held by this eternal self of me, out of the pride of which I have utter'd my
Fascinated, my eyes, reverting from the south, drop't, to follow those slender winrows, Chaff, straw,
I take what is underfoot; What is yours is mine, my father.
I throw myself upon your breast, my father, I cling to you so that you cannot unloose me, I hold you
from my dead lips the ooze exuding at last! See—the prismatic colors, glistening and rolling!)
O Manhattan, my own, my peerless! O strongest you in the hour of danger, in crisis!
VIGIL strange I kept on the field one night: When you, my son and my comrade, dropt at my side that day
O my soldiers twain! O my veterans, passing to burial!
heart, O my soldiers, my veterans, My heart gives you love.
WHILE my wife at my side lies slumbering, and the wars are over long, And my head on the pillow rests
Leaves of Grass, "I Wander All Night in My Vision," Leaves of Grass.
My hands are spread forth . .
I descend my western course . . . . my sinews are flaccid, Perfume and youth course through me, and I
darn my grandson's stockings.
though I lie so sleepy and sluggish, my tap is death.
Who Learns My Lesson Complete? WHO LEARNS MY LESSON COMPLETE? WHO learns my lesson complete?
as every one is im- mortal immortal ; I know it is wonderful, but my eyesight is equally wonderful, and
how I was conceived in my mother's womb is equally wonderful, And pass'd from a babe in the creeping
And that my soul embraces you this hour, and we affect each other without ever seeing each other, and
Who Learns My Lesson Complete? WHO LEARNS MY LESSON COMPLETE? WHO learns my lesson complete?
as every one is im- mortal immortal ; I know it is wonderful, but my eyesight is equally wonderful, and
how I was conceived in my mother's womb is equally wonderful, And pass'd from a babe in the creeping
And that my soul embraces you this hour, and we affect each other without ever seeing each other, and
my blue veins leaving! O drops of me!
from me falling, drip, bleeding drops, From wounds made to free you whence you were prison'd, From my
face, from my forehead and lips, From my breast, from within where I was conceal'd, press forth red
my blue veins leaving! O drops of me!
from me falling, drip, bleeding drops, From wounds made to free you whence you were prison'd, From my
face, from my forehead and lips, From my breast, from within where I was conceal'd, press forth red
my blue veins leaving! O drops of me!
, from me falling—drip, bleeding drops, From wounds made to free you whence you were prison'd, From my
face—from my forehead and lips, From my breast—from within where I was conceal'd— press forth, red drops—confession