Song of Myself - Week XXIII |
23Endless unfolding of words of ages!And mine a word of the modern, the word En-Masse.A word of the faith that never balks,Here or henceforward it is all the same to me, I accept Timeabsolutely.It alo...
Posted by Walt Whitman on Tue, 03 Jun 2008 09:07:00 PST |
Song of Myself - Week XXII |
22You sea! I resign myself to you also - I guess what you mean,I behold from the beach your crooked fingers,I believe you refuse to go back without feeling of me,We must have a turn together, I undres...
Posted by Walt Whitman on Tue, 27 May 2008 09:15:00 PST |
Song of Myself - Week XXI |
21I am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of the Soul,The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are withme,The first I graft and increase upon myself, the latter I translateinto ne...
Posted by Walt Whitman on Tue, 20 May 2008 09:01:00 PST |
Song of Myself - Week XX |
20Who goes there? hankering, gross, mystical, nude;How is it I extract strength from the beef I eat?What is a man anyhow? what am I? what are you?All I mark as my own you shall offset it with your own...
Posted by Walt Whitman on Tue, 13 May 2008 01:29:00 PST |
Song of Myself - Week XIX |
19This is the meal equally set, this the meat for natural hunger,It is for the wicked just same as the righteous, I make appointmentswith all,I will not have a single person slighted or left away,The ...
Posted by Walt Whitman on Wed, 07 May 2008 03:00:00 PST |
Song of Myself - Week XVIII |
18With music strong I come, with my cornets and my drums,I play not marches for accepted victors only, I play marches forconquer'd and slain persons.Have you heard that it was good to gain the day?I a...
Posted by Walt Whitman on Tue, 29 Apr 2008 02:22:00 PST |
Song of Myself - Week XVII |
17These are really the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, theyare not original with me,If they are not yours as much as mine they are nothing, or next tonothing,If they are not the riddle and ...
Posted by Walt Whitman on Tue, 22 Apr 2008 02:23:00 PST |
Song of Myself - Week XVI |
16I am of old and young, of the foolish as much as the wise,Regardless of others, ever regardful of others,Maternal as well as paternal, a child as well as a man,Stuff'd with the stuff that is coarse ...
Posted by Walt Whitman on Tue, 15 Apr 2008 03:01:00 PST |
Song of Myself - Week XV |
15The pure contralto sings in the organ loft,The carpenter dresses his plank, the tongue of his foreplanewhistles its wild ascending lisp,The married and unmarried children ride home to their Thanksgi...
Posted by Walt Whitman on Tue, 08 Apr 2008 03:15:00 PST |
Song of Myself - Week XIV |
14The wild gander leads his flock through the cool night,Ya-honk he says, and sounds it down to me like an invitation,The pert may suppose it meaningless, but I listening close,Find its purpose and pl...
Posted by Walt Whitman on Tue, 01 Apr 2008 02:55:00 PST |
