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Year : 1856
Work title : This Compost

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Leaves of Grass (1856)

  • Date: 1856
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

We closed with him, the yards entangled, the can- non cannon touched, My captain lashed fast with his

I laughed content when I heard the voice of my little captain, We have not struck, he composedly cried

Only three guns were in use, One was directed by the captain himself against the enemy's main-mast, Two

Serene stood the little captain, He was not hurried, his voice was neither high nor low, His eyes gave

riddled and slowly sinking, prepara- tions preparations to pass to the one we had conquered, The captain

Poem of Wonder at the Resurrection of the Wheat.

  • Date: 1856
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

withdraw from the still woods I loved, I will not go now on the pastures to walk, I will not strip my

clothes from my body to meet my lover the sea, I will not touch my flesh to the earth, as to other flesh

I do not see any of it upon you today—or per- haps perhaps I am deceived, I will run a furrow with my

plough—I will press my spade through the sod, and turn it up underneath, I am sure I shall expose some

That it is safe to allow it to lick my naked body all over with its tongues!

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