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Work title : Song Of The Broadaxe
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Walt Whitman's Works

  • Date: 3 March 1867
  • Creator(s): Anonymous
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I cannot tell how my ankles bend, nor whence the causes of my faintest wish, Nor the cause of the friendship

That I walk up my stoop, I pause to consider if it really be.

A morning glory at my window satisfies me more than the meta- physics metaphysics of books."

I blow through my embouchures my loudest and gayest music to them. Vivas to those who have failed.

In the faces of men and women I see God, and in my own face in the glass.

Walt Whitman

  • Date: 4 July 1868
  • Creator(s): Anonymous
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; Or rude in my home in Dakotah's woods, my diet meat, my drink from the spring; Or withdrawn to muse

He even dates from the United States era; in 1856, he writes: In the Year 80 of the States, My tongue

place, with my own day, here.

List close, my scholars dear!

I approached him, gave my name and reason for searching him out, and asked him if he did not find the

Walt Whitman's Poems

  • Date: December 1875
  • Creator(s): Bayne, Peter
Text:

I beat and pound for the dead; I blow through my embouchures my loudest and gayest for them.

white locks at the runaway sun; I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags."

It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life."

"Between my knees my forehead was,— My lips, drawn in, said not, Alas!

My hair was over in the grass, My naked ears heard the day pass."

Walt Whitman

  • Date: 2 December 1866
  • Creator(s): O'Connor, William Douglas
Text:

Phantoms welcome, divine and tender, Invisible to the rest, henceforth become my companions; Follow me

Perfume therefore my chant, O Love! immortal Love!

For that we live, my brethren—that is the mission of Poets.

the sisters Death and Might, incessantly softly wash again, and ever again, this soil'd world. … For my

where he lies, white-faced and still in the coffin—I draw near; I bend down and touch lightly with my

Walt Whitman's Poems

  • Date: 17 April 1868
  • Creator(s): Kent, William Charles Mark
Text:

single line or verse picked out here and there from the midst of his descriptions:— "Evening—me in my

room—the setting sun, The setting summer sun shining in my open windows window , showing the swarm of

take one breath from my tremulous lips; Take one tear, dropped aside as I go, for thought of you, Dead

I meant that you should discover me so, by my faint indirections; And I, when I meet you, mean to discover

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