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A Song for Occupations.

  • Date: 1881–1882
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

Neither a servant nor a master I, I take no sooner a large price than a small price, I will have my own

become so for your sake, If you remember your foolish and outlaw'd deeds, do you think I cannot remember my

are, I am this day just as much in love with them as you, Then I am in love with You, and with all my

List close my scholars dear, Doctrines, politics and civilization exurge from you, Sculpture and monuments

friendly companions, I intend to reach them my hand, and make as much of them as I do of men and women

"Song for Occupations, A" (1855)

  • Creator(s): Hatlen, Burton
Text:

section 1) But the earlier version begins on an intimate, even erotic note:Come closer to me,Push closer, my

A Song of Joys.

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

O I cruise my old cruise again!

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

long stretch of my life.

my senses and flesh, My body done with materials, my sight done with my material eyes, Proved to me

this day beyond cavil that it is not my material eyes which finally see, Nor my material body which finally

A Song of Joys.

  • Date: 1881–1882
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

O I cruise my old cruise again!

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

long stretch of my life.

my senses and flesh, My body done with materials, my sight done with my material eyes, Proved to me

this day beyond cavil that it is not my material eyes which finally see, Nor my material body which finally

Song of Myself.

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

My voice goes after what my eyes cannot reach, With the twirl of my tongue I encompass worlds and volumes

My ties and ballasts leave me, my elbows rest in sea-gaps, I skirt sierras, my palms cover continents

We closed with him, the yards entangled, the cannon touch'd, My captain lash'd fast with his own hands

Now I laugh content, for I hear the voice of my little captain, We have not struck, he composedly cries

My lovers suffocate me, Crowding my lips, thick in the pores of my skin, Jostling me through streets

Song of Myself.

  • Date: 1881–1882
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

My voice goes after what my eyes cannot reach, With the twirl of my tongue I encompass worlds and volumes

My ties and ballasts leave me, my elbows rest in sea-gaps, I skirt sierras, my palms cover continents

We closed with him, the yards entangled, the cannon touch'd, My captain lash'd fast with his own hands

Now I laugh content, for I hear the voice of my little captain, We have not struck, he composedly cries

My lovers suffocate me, Crowding my lips, thick in the pores of my skin, Jostling me through streets

'Song of Myself' [1855]

  • Creator(s): Miller, James E., Jr.
Text:

argument of the earth," a fragmentary but certain knowledge: "that the spirit of God is the brother of my

own," "that all the men ever born are also my brothers, and the women my sisters and lovers," "that

trance-like state similar to that he entered in section 5: "Wrench'd and sweaty—calm and cool then my

Song of the Answerer.

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

SONG OF THE ANSWERER. 1 NOW list to my morning's romanza, I tell the signs of the Answerer, To the cities

And I stand before the young man face to face, and take his right hand in my left hand and his left hand

in my right hand, And I answer for his brother and for men, and I answer for him that answers for all

landscape, people, animals, The profound earth and its attributes and the unquiet ocean, (so tell I my

to the President at his levee, And he says Good-day my brother, to Cudge that hoes in the sugar-field

Song of the Answerer.

  • Date: 1881–1882
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

SONG OF THE ANSWERER. 1 NOW list to my morning's romanza, I tell the signs of the Answerer, To the cities

And I stand before the young man face to face, and take his right hand in my left hand and his left hand

in my right hand, And I answer for his brother and for men, and I answer for him that answers for all

landscape, people, animals, The profound earth and its attributes and the unquiet ocean, (so tell I my

to the President at his levee, And he says Good-day my brother, to Cudge that hoes in the sugar-field

"Song of the Answerer" (1881)

  • Creator(s): Hatlen, Burton
Text:

became "Poem of the Poet" in the 1856 edition, "Leaves of Grass" number 3 in 1860, and "Now List to My

Song of the Banner at Day-Break.

  • Date: 1871
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

Song of the Banner at Day-Break

  • Date: 1867
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

Song of the Banner at Daybreak.

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

Song of the Banner at Daybreak.

  • Date: 1881–1882
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

Song of the Broad-Axe.

  • Date: 1871
  • 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!

Song of the Broad-Axe

  • Date: 1867
  • 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!

Song of the Broad-Axe.

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • 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!

Song of the Broad-Axe.

  • Date: 1881–1882
  • 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!

"Song of the Broad-Axe" (1856)

  • Creator(s): Hatlen, Burton
Text:

My Soul and I: The Inner Life of Walt Whitman. Boston: Beacon, 1985.Gregory, Dorothy M-T.

Song of the Exposition.

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

Yes, if you will allow me to say so, I, my friends, if you do not, can plainly see her, The same undying

I say I see, my friends, if you do not, the illustrious emigré, (having it is true in her day, although

4 But hold—don't I forget my manners?

Hence from my shuddering sight to never more return that show of blacken'd, mutilated corpses!

And by the spells which ye vouchsafe to those your ministers in earnest, I here personify and call my

Song of the Exposition.

  • Date: 1881–1882
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

Yes, if you will allow me to say so, I, my friends, if you do not, can plainly see her, The same undying

I say I see, my friends, if you do not, the illustrious emigré, (having it is true in her day, although

4 But hold—don't I forget my manners?

Hence from my shuddering sight to never more return that show of blacken'd, mutilated corpses!

And by the spells which ye vouchsafe to those your ministers in earnest, I here personify and call my

Song of the Open Road.

  • Date: 1871
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

You objects that call from diffusion my meanings, and give them shape!

Why are there men and women that while they are nigh me, the sun-light expands my blood!

Why, when they leave me, do my pennants of joy sink flat and lank?

It is safe—I have tried it—my own feet have tried it well. Allons! be not detain'd!

I give you my hand!

Song of the Open Road

  • Date: 1867
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

You objects that call from diffusion my meanings and give them shape!

Why, when they leave me, do my pennants of joy sink flat and lank?

My call is the call of battle—I nourish active re- bellion rebellion ?

It is safe—I have tried it—my own feet have tried it well. Allons! Be not detain'd!

I give you my hand!

Song of the Open Road.

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

You objects that call from diffusion my meanings and give them shape!

Why are there men and women that while they are nigh me the sunlight expands my blood?

Why when they leave me do my pennants of joy sink flat and lank?

It is safe—I have tried it—my own feet have tried it well—be not detain'd!

Camerado, I give you my hand!

Song of the Open Road.

  • Date: 1881–1882
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

You objects that call from diffusion my meanings and give them shape!

Why are there men and women that while they are nigh me the sunlight expands my blood?

Why when they leave me do my pennants of joy sink flat and lank?

It is safe—I have tried it—my own feet have tried it well—be not detain'd!

Camerado, I give you my hand!

"Song of the Open Road" (1856)

  • Creator(s): Aspiz, Harold
Text:

I ordain myself loos'd of limits and imaginary lines . . . my own master total and absolute" (section

Song of the Redwood-Tree.

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

Farewell my brethren, Farewell O earth and sky, farewell ye neighboring waters, My time has ended, my

heard not, As the wood-spirits came from their haunts of a thousand years to join the refrain, But in my

many a summer sun, And the white snows and night and the wild winds; O the great patient rugged joys, my

Song of the Redwood-Tree.

  • Date: 1881–1882
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

Farewell my brethren, Farewell O earth and sky, farewell ye neighboring waters, My time has ended, my

heard not, As the wood-spirits came from their haunts of a thousand years to join the refrain, But in my

many a summer sun, And the white snows and night and the wild winds; O the great patient rugged joys, my

A Song of the Rolling Earth.

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

Air, soil, water, fire—those are words, I myself am a word with them—my qualities interpenetrate with

theirs—my name is nothing to them, Though it were told in the three thousand languages, what would air

, soil, water, fire, know of my name?

When I undertake to tell the best I find I cannot, My tongue is ineffectual on its pivots, My breath

A Song of the Rolling Earth.

  • Date: 1881–1882
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

Air, soil, water, fire—those are words, I myself am a word with them—my qualities interpenetrate with

theirs—my name is nothing to them, Though it were told in the three thousand languages, what would air

, soil, water, fire, know of my name?

When I undertake to tell the best I find I cannot, My tongue is ineffectual on its pivots, My breath

"Song of the Rolling Earth, A" (1856)

  • Creator(s): Hatlen, Burton
Text:

when he attempts to "tell the best," he finds that he cannot:My tongue is ineffectual on its pivots,My

Songs of Parting

  • Date: about 1881
Text:

included are: As the Time Draws Nigh, Ashes of Soldiers, Years of the Modern, Thoughts, Song at Sunset, My

Sophia Williams to Walt Whitman, 16 February 1888

  • Date: February 16, 1888
  • Creator(s): Sophia Williams
Text:

Ye Painte Shoppe, 1833 Spruce Street Philadelphia My Dear Mr.

Whitman, My small colored boy is the bearer of a note to Mr.

Sophia Williams to Walt Whitman, 24 November 1890

  • Date: November 24, 1890
  • Creator(s): Sophia Williams
Text:

My dear Mr.

The sores on my shoulders

  • Date: Between 1850 and 1855
Text:

188uva.00260xxx.00264The sores on my shouldersBetween 1850 and 1855poetryhandwritten1 leaf8 x 15 cm;

on the back of this leaf (uva.00565) relate to the manuscript poem Pictures.; uva.00565 The sores on my

The sores on my shoulders

  • Date: Between 1850 and 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

11 He The sores on my neck shoulders are from his iron necklace I look on the off on the river with my

bloodshot eyes He stops the steamboat and till she will paddle off with away take my woman, and paddle

The sores on my shoulders

Annotations Text:

titled "The Sleepers": "How he laughs when I look down the bend after the steamboat that carries away my

Soul, The

  • Creator(s): Kuebrich, David
Text:

impending death as but one of his soul's many incarnations and promotions: "I receive now again of my

many translations, from my avataras ascending, while others doubtless await me" ("So Long!").

especially profound or "real" form of experience which develops or "identifies" his soul: "O the joy of my

My soul vibrated back to me from them . . .

The real life of my senses and flesh transcending my senses and flesh" ("Song of Joys").This sense of

Spain and Spanish America, Whitman in

  • Creator(s): Zapata-Whelan, Carol M.
Text:

1904–1973), telluric and epic poet of America and of the people, declares, "I hold [Whitman] to be my

Spirit That Form'd This Scene.

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

have communed together, Mine too such wild arrays, for reasons of their own; Was't charged against my

Spirit That Form'd This Scene.

  • Date: 1881–1882
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

have communed together, Mine too such wild arrays, for reasons of their own; Was't charged against my

"Spirit That Form'd This Scene" (1881)

  • Creator(s): Oates, David
Text:

In Specimen Days Whitman summed up the impact of the West: "I have found the law of my own poems" (Specimen

Spirit Whose Work Is Done.

  • Date: 1871
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

Ere, departing, fade from my eyes your forests of bayo- nets bayonets ; Spirit of gloomiest fears and

steps keep time: —Spirit of hours I knew, all hectic red one day, but pale as death next day; Touch my

mouth, ere you depart—press my lips close!

Let them scorch and blister out of my chants, when you are gone; Let them identify you to the future,

Spirit Whose Work Is Done

  • Date: 1867
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

Ere, departing, fade from my eyes your forests of bayonets; Spirit of gloomiest fears and doubts, (yet

steps keep time: —Spirit of hours I knew, all hectic red one day, but pale as death next day; Touch my

mouth, ere you depart—press my lips close!

Let them scorch and blister out of my chants, when you are gone; Let them identify you to the future

Spirit Whose Work Is Done.

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

Ere departing fade from my eyes your forests of bayonets; Spirit of gloomiest fears and doubts, (yet

steps keep time; Spirit of hours I knew, all hectic red one day, but pale as death next day, Touch my

mouth ere you depart, press my lips close, Leave me your pulses of rage—bequeath them to me—fill me

with currents convulsive, Let them scorch and blister out of my chants when you are gone, Let them identify

Spirit Whose Work Is Done.

  • Date: 1881–1882
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

Ere departing fade from my eyes your forests of bayonets; Spirit of gloomiest fears and doubts, (yet

steps keep time; Spirit of hours I knew, all hectic red one day, but pale as death next day, Touch my

mouth ere you depart, press my lips close, Leave me your pulses of rage—bequeath them to me—fill me

with currents convulsive, Let them scorch and blister out of my chants when you are gone, Let them identify

Spontaneous Me.

  • Date: 1871
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

SPONTANEOUS me, Nature, The loving day, the mounting sun, the friend I am happy with, The arm of my friend

hanging idly over my shoulder, The hill-side whiten'd with blossoms of the mountain ash, The same, late

en- circling encircling fingers—the young man all color'd, red, ashamed, angry; The souse upon me of my

chastity of paternity, to match the great chastity of maternity, The oath of procreation I have sworn—my

greed that eats me day and night with hungry gnaw, till I saturate what shall produce boys to fill my

Spontaneous Me

  • Date: 1867
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

ME SPONTANEOUS me, Nature, The loving day, the mounting sun, the friend I am happy with, The arm of my

friend hanging idly over my shoulder, The hill-side whiten'd with blossoms of the mountain ash, The

press'd and glued together with love, Earth of chaste love—life that is only life after love, The body of my

and trembling encircling fingers—the young man all color'd, red, ashamed, angry; The souse upon me of my

greed that eats me day and night with hungry gnaw, till I saturate what shall produce boys to fill my

Spontaneous Me.

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

SPONTANEOUS me, Nature, The loving day, the mounting sun, the friend I am happy with, The arm of my friend

hanging idly over my shoulder, The hillside whiten'd with blossoms of the mountain ash, The same late

and glued together with love, Earth of chaste love, life that is only life after love, The body of my

trembling encircling fingers, the young man all color'd, red, ashamed, angry; The souse upon me of my

greed that eats me day and night with hungry gnaw, till I saturate what shall produce boys to fill my

Spontaneous Me.

  • Date: 1881–1882
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

SPONTANEOUS me, Nature, The loving day, the mounting sun, the friend I am happy with, The arm of my friend

hanging idly over my shoulder, The hillside whiten'd with blossoms of the mountain ash, The same late

and glued together with love, Earth of chaste love, life that is only life after love, The body of my

trembling encircling fingers, the young man all color'd, red, ashamed, angry; The souse upon me of my

greed that eats me day and night with hungry gnaw, till I saturate what shall produce boys to fill my

"Spontaneous Me" (1856)

  • Creator(s): Mullins, Maire
Text:

in contrast to the frustration of the preceding section: the speaker accepting the "souse upon me of my

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