Tag Archives: Walt Whitman

Tests

…from the quills of the dead white poets Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892)   All submit to them where they sit, inner, secure, unapproachable to analysis in the soul, Not traditions, not the outer authorities are the judges, They are … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , | Leave a comment

Year that Trembled and Reel’d beneath Me

  …from the quills of the dead white poets Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892)   Year that Trembled and Reel’d beneath Me! Your summer wind was warm enough, yet the air I breathed froze me, A thick gloom fell through … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , | Leave a comment

To Him That was Crucified

…from the quills of the dead white poets Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892)   My spirits to yours dear brother, Do not mind because many sounding your name do not understand you, I do not sound your name, but I … Continue reading

Posted in Christianity, Poetry | Tagged , | Leave a comment

To Rich Givers

…from the quills of the dead white poets Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892)   What you give me I cheerfully accept, A little sustenance, a hut and garden, a little money, as I rendezvous with my poems, A traveler’s lodging … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , | Leave a comment

Youth, Day, Old Age and Night

…from the quills of the dead white poets Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892)   Youth, large, lusty, loving – youth full of grace, force, fascination, Do you know that Old Age may come after you with equal grace, force, fascination? … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , , | 1 Comment

When I heard the Learn’d Astronomer

…from the quills of the dead white poets Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892) When I heard the learn’d astronomer, When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me, When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry, Science | Tagged , | 1 Comment

To a President

…from the quills of the dead white poets Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892)   All you are doing and saying is to America dangled mirages, You have not learn’d of Nature – of the politics of Nature You have not … Continue reading

Posted in America, Poetry | Tagged , | 2 Comments

That Shadow of My Likeness

…from the quills of the dead white poets Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892)   That shadow my likeness that goes to and fro seeking a livelihood, chattering, chaffering, How often I find myself standing and looking at it where it … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , | Leave a comment

Quicksand Years

…from the quills of the dead white poets Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892)   Quicksand years that whirl me I know not whither, Your schemes, politics, fail, lines give way, substances mock and elude me, Only the scheme I sing, … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , | Leave a comment

Tears

…from the quills of the dead white poets Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892)   Tears! tears! tears! In the night, in solitude, tears, On the white shore dripping, dripping, suck’d in by the sand Tears, not a star shining, all … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , | Leave a comment

Grand is the Seen

…from the quills of the dead white poets Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892)   Grand is the seen, the light, to me – grand are the sky and stars, Grand is the earth, and grand are lasting time and space, … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , | Leave a comment

An Old Man’s Thought of School

…from the quills of the dead white poets Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892)   An old man’s thought of school, An old man gathering youthful memories and blooms that youth itself cannot. Now only do I know you, O fair … Continue reading

Posted in Education, Poetry | Tagged , | Leave a comment

A Christmas Greeting

…from the quills of the dead white poets Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892) Welcome, Brazilian brother – thy ample place is ready; A loving hand – a smile from the north – a sunny instant hail! (Let the future care … Continue reading

Posted in Christianity, Poetry | Tagged , | 1 Comment

Savantism

…from the quills of the dead white poets Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892)   Thither as I look I see each result and glory retracing itself and nestling close, always obligated, Thither hours, months, years – thither trades, compacts, establishments, … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , | Leave a comment

Me impertube

…from the quills of the dead white poets Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892) Me impertube, standing at ease in Nature, Master of all or mistress of all, aplomb in the midst of irrational things, Imbued as they, passive, receptive, silent … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , | Leave a comment

I hear It was Charged against Me

…from the quills of the dead white poets Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892)   I hear it was charged against me that I sought to destroy institutions, But really I am neither for nor against institutions, (What indeed have I … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , | Leave a comment

To a Common Prostitute

…from the quills of the dead white poets Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892)   Be composed – be at ease with me – I am Walt Whitman, liberal and lusty as Nature, Not till the sun excludes you do I … Continue reading

Posted in Culture, Health, Poetry | Tagged , | Leave a comment

Not the pilot

…from the quills of the dead white poets Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892) Not the pilot has charged himself to bring his ship into port, though beaten back and many time baffled; Not the pathfinder penetrating inland weary and long, … Continue reading

Posted in America, Civil War, Poetry | Tagged , | Leave a comment

City of Orgies

…from the quills of the dead white poets Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892)   City of orgies, walks and joys, City whom that I have lived and sung in your midst will one day make you illustrious, Not the pageants … Continue reading

Posted in America, Poetry | Tagged , | Leave a comment

The Voice of the Rain

…from the quills of the dead white poets Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892) And who art thou? said I to the soft-falling shower, Which, strange to tell, gave me an answer, as here translated: I am the Poem of Earth, … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , | Leave a comment