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. / And acknowledge the red yellow and white playing within me, / And consider the green and violet and

"Summer Duck" or "Wood Duck" "wood drake" very gay, including in its colors white, red, yellow, green

William White described the pages as "torn from a tall notebook" (Daybooks and Notebooks [New York: New

White noted a possible relationship between the opening words and the first poem of the 1855 edition,

William White described the pages as "torn from a tall notebook" (Daybooks and Notebooks [New York: New

White noted a possible relationship between the opening words and the first poem of the 1855 edition,

1855 edition of Leaves of Grass, eventually titled "There Was a Child Went Forth": "And grass, and white

and red morningglories, and white and red clover, and the song of the phoebe-bird, / ... / And the appletrees

cottonwood—mulberry— chickadee—large brown water-dog— —black-snake—garter snake— —vinegar-plums—persimmon— — wh white-blossom

place with a pistol and killed himself, and I came that way and stumbled upon him locust, birch with white

reckon think mind less you very are a good manure —but that I do not smell— —I smell the your beautiful white

and "And as to you corpse I think you are good manure, but that does not offend me, / I smell the white

12tex.00011xxx.00705The Ballroom was swept and the floor white…[The ball-room was swept]about 1860poetry1

leafhandwritten; Three lines of a poem beginning "The ball-room was swept, and the floor white."

The early lilacs became part of this child, And grass, and white and red morningglories, and white and

sunset . . . . the river between, Shadows . . aureola and mist . . light falling on roofs and gables of white

unearthly cry, Its veins down the neck distend . . . . its eyes roll till they show nothing but their whites

Off the word I have spoken I except not one . . . . red white or black, all are deific, In each house

soiree, I heard what the run of poets were saying so long, Heard who sprang in crimson youth from the white

She sits in an armchair under the shaded porch of the farmhouse, The sun just shines on her old white

every syllable the flounderer spoke, up to his hips in the snow, and blinded by the cutting sharp white

crystals making that made the air densely one opaque white.

life car is drawn on its slip‑noose At dinner on a dish of huckleberries, or rye bread and a round white

.— wood-duck on my distan le around. purposes, nd white playing within me the tufted crown intentional

I believe in those winged purposes, / And acknowledge the red yellow and white playing within me, / And

deliciously aching, / Limitless limpid jets of love hot and enormous . . . . quivering jelly of love . . . white

beauty of person; The shape of his head, the richness and breadth of his manners, the pale yellow and white

white- blow white-blow and delirious juice, Bridegroom-night of love working surely and softly into the

Examine these limbs, red black or white . . . . they are very cunning in tendon and nerve; They shall

woods and all the orchards—the corn, with its ear and stalk s and tassel —the buckwheat with its sweet white

western persimmon. . . . over the longleaved corn and the delicate blue-flowered flax; / Over the white

spring gushing out from under the roots of an old tree barn‑yard, pond, yellow g j agged bank with white

The wretched features of ennuyees, the white features of corpses, the livid faces of drunkards, the sick-gray

and drinking, Laps life-swelling yolks . . . . laps ear of rose-corn, milky and just ripened: The white

I see his white body . . . .

with measureless love . . . . and the son holds the father in his arms with measureless love, The white

hair of the mother shines on the white wrist of the daughter, The breath of the boy goes with the breath

White and beautiful are the faces around me…the heads are bared of their fire- caps firecaps — The kneeling

Examine these limbs, red, black, or white… they are very cunning in tendon and nerve; They shall be stript

She sits in an arm-chair, under the shaded porch of the farm house— The sun just shines on her old white

conquered, The captain on the quarter-deck coldly giving his or- ders orders through a countenance white

, Near by the corpse of the child that served in the cabin, The dead face of an old salt with long white

All architecture is what you do to it when you look upon it; Did you think it was in the white or gray

ly unearthly cry, Its veins down the neck distend…its eyes roll till they show nothing but their whites

the "tooth of delight" and "tooth prong") may relate to the following passage in the same poem: "The white

Are you not from the white blanched heads of the old mothers of mothers?

shall see how I stump clergymen, and confound them, / You shall see me showing a scarlet tomato, and a white

Bring down those tossed arms, and let your white hair be; Here gape your smart grandsons . . . . their

shall see how I stump clergymen, and confound them, / You shall see me showing a scarlet tomato, and a white

sum of all known value and respect I add up in you whoever you are; The President is up there in the White

All architecture is what you do to it when you look upon it; Did you think it was in the white or gray

fruitstand . . . . the beef on the butcher's stall, The bread and cakes in the bakery . . . . the white

shall see how I stump clergymen, and confound them, / You shall see me showing a scarlet tomato, and a white

The young men float on their backs, their white bellies swell to the sun . . . . they do not ask who

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

I see his white body . . . .

white- blow white-blow and delirious juice, Bridegroom-night of love working surely and softly into the

The early lilacs became part of this child, And grass, and white and red morningglories, and white and

sleeps at my side all night and close on the peep of the day, And leaves for me baskets covered with white

And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow zones, Growing among black folks as among white

This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old mothers, Darker than the colorless beards of

The young men float on their backs, their white bellies swell to the sun . . . . they do not ask who

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

shall see how I stump clergymen, and confound them, / You shall see me showing a scarlet tomato, and a white

shirt-collar flat and broad, countenance of swarthy transparent red, beard short and well mottled with white

/ My children and grand-children, my white hair and beard, / My largeness, calmness, majesty, out of

gave him not one inch, but held on and night near the helpless fogged wreck, over leaf How the lank white

He does not separate the learned from the unlearned, the Northerner from the Southerner, the white from

wildpigeon and highhold and orchard-oriole and coot and surf-duck and redshouldered-hawk and fish-hawk and white-ibis

Little or big, learned or unlearned, white or black, legal or illegal, sick or well, from the first inspiration