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Leaves of Grass (1855) "I Celebrate Myself," "Come Closer to Me," "To Think of Time . . . . To Think Through". "I Wander All Night in My Vision," "The Bodies of Men and Women Engirth". "Sauntering the Pavement or Riding the Country". "A Young Man Came to Me With".
Once I Pass'd Through a Populous City. I Heard You Solemn-Sweet Pipes of the Organ. Facing West From California's Shores. As Adam Early in the Morning. Calamus.
Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. Come, said my soul, Such verses for my Body let us write, (for we are one,) That should I after return, Or, long, long hence, in other spheres, There to some group of mates the chants resuming, (Tallying Earth’s soil, trees, winds, tumultuous waves,) Ever with pleas’d smile I may keep on, Ever and ever.
Leaves of Grass is a poetry collection by American poet Walt Whitman. Though it was first published in 1855, Whitman spent most of his professional life writing, rewriting, and expanding Leaves of Grass [1] until his death in 1892.
Leaves of Grass (1871-72) Inscriptions. One's-Self I Sing. As I Ponder'd in Silence. In Cabin'd Ships at Sea. To Foreign Lands. To a Historian. For Him I Sing.
By some fortunate conversion of mysticism, talent, and singular vision of humanity, in 1855, Walt Whitman published his first edition of Leaves of Grass, a slim volume consisting of twelve untitled poems and a preface. He designed the cover, and typeset and paid for the printing of the book himself.
Leaves of Grass (1891-92) ONCE I PASS'D THROUGH A POPULOUS CITY. I see her close beside me with silent lips sad and tremulous.
Oct 10, 2020 · I will make the true poem of riches, To earn for the body and the mind whatever adheres and goes forward and is not dropt by death; I will effuse egotism and show it underlying all, and I will be the bard of personality, And I will show of male and female that either is but the equal of the other, And sexual organs and acts! do you concentrate ...
1. I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass. My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from this soil, this air,
Leaves of Grass (1881-82) contents | previous | next. GIVE ME THE SPLENDID SILENT SUN. G IVE me the splendid silent sun with all his beams full-dazzling, Give me juicy autumnal fruit ripe and red from the orchard, Give me a field where the unmow'd grass grows, Give me an arbor, give me the trellis'd grape, Give me fresh corn and wheat, give me ...
