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  • 1856 59
Search : of captain, my captain!
Year : 1856

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Clef Poem.

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

distinctly I comprehend no better sphere than this earth, I comprehend no better life than the life of my

I do not know what follows the death of my body, But I know well that whatever it is, it is best for

I am not uneasy but I shall have good housing to myself, 11* But this is my first—how can I like the

, I suppose the pink nipples of the breasts of women with whom I shall sleep will taste the same to my

lips, But this is the nipple of a breast of my mother, always near and always divine to me, her true

Charles S. Keyser to Walt Whitman, 16 September 1856

  • Date: September 16, 1856
  • Creator(s): Charles S. Keyser
Text:

read your Poem "Leaves of Grass"—I have read nothing hitherto in which in a large sense I recognized my

Burial Poem.

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

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.

Bunch Poem.

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

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

Broad-Axe Poem.

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

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

Autobiographical Data

  • Date: Between 1848 and 1856
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

The oppression of my heart is not fitful and has no pangs; but a torpor like that of some stagnant pool

Around me are my brother men, merry and jovial.

—Ah, if the flesh could but act what my rational mind, in its moments of clear inspiration aspires to

Asia

  • Date: About 1855 or 1856
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

am a Russ, An arctic sailor traversing I traverse the sea of Kara A Kamskatkan Kamchatkan drawn on my

are you and me

  • Date: 1855 or 1856
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

swear I will am can not to evade any part of myself, Not America, nor any attribute of America, Not my

body—not friendship, hospitality, procreation, Not my soul—not the last explanation of prudence, Not

(Of the great poet)

  • Date: About 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

.— (He could say) I know well enough the perpetual myself in my poems—but it is because the universe

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