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Walter Whitman was an American poet, essayist, journalist, and humanist. He was a part of the transition between Transcendentalism and realism, incorporating both views in his works.
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Walt Whitman's poems
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NOW I make a leaf of Voices--for I have found nothing mightier than
they are,
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WHAT weeping face is that looking from the window?
Why does it stream those sorrowful tears?
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BEHOLD this swarthy face--these gray eyes,
This beard--the white wool, unclipt upon my neck,
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TO the leaven'd soil they trod, calling, I sing, for the last;
(Not cities, nor man alone, nor war, nor the dead,
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BEAT! beat! drums!--Blow! bugles! blow!
Through the windows--through doors--burst like a ruthless force,
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A LINE in long array, where they wind betwixt green islands;
They take a serpentine course--their arms flash in the sun--Hark to
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YEARS of the modern! years of the unperform'd!
Your horizon rises--I see it parting away for more august dramas;
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ON the beach, at night,
Stands a child, with her father,
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RESPONDEZ! Respondez!
(The war is completed--the price is paid--the title is settled beyond
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FULL of life, now, compact, visible,
I, forty years old the Eighty-third Year of The States,
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O TAN-FACED prairie-boy!
Before you came to camp, came many a welcome gift;
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A LEAF for hand in hand!
You natural persons old and young!
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THROUGH the ample open door of the peaceful country barn,
A sun-lit pasture field, with cattle and horses feeding;
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WEAPON, shapely, naked, wan!
Head from the mother's bowels drawn!
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MYSELF and mine gymnastic ever,
To stand the cold or heat--to take good aim with a gun--to sail a
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TWO Rivulets side by side,
Two blended, parallel, strolling tides,
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SMALL is the theme of the following Chant, yet the greatest--namely,
One's-Self--that wondrous thing a simple, separate person.
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I MET a Seer,
Passing the hues and objects of the world,
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RECORDERS ages hence!
Come, I will take you down underneath this impassive exterior--I will
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IN paths untrodden,
In the growth by margins of pond-waters,
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THE last sunbeam
Lightly falls from the finish'd Sabbath,
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BROTHER of all, with generous hand,
Of thee, pondering on thee, as o'er thy tomb, I and my Soul,
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TO THE garden, the world, anew ascending,
Potent mates, daughters, sons, preluding,
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TO the East and to the West;
To the man of the Seaside State, and of Pennsylvania,
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TURN, O Libertad, for the war is over,
(From it and all henceforth expanding, doubting no more, resolute,
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AFTER all, not to create only, or found only,
But to bring, perhaps from afar, what is already founded,
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