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 Walt Whitman: Selected Poems |
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I Hear America Singing Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong. The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam, The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work, The boatman singing what he belongs to him in his boat, the deck-hand singing on the steamboat deck, The Shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as he stands. The wood-cutter's song, the ploughboy's on his way in the morning, or at noon intermission or at sundown, The delicious singing of a mother, or the young wife at work, or of the girl sewing or washing, Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else, The day what belongs to the day-at night the party of young fellows,robust,friendly, Singing with open mouths their melodious songs. 1860 |
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Song of The Redwood-Tree A prophecy and indirection, a thought impalpable to breathe as air, A chorus of dryads, fading, departing, or hamadryads departing, A murmuring, fateful, giant voice, out of the earth and sky, Voice of a mighty dying tree in the redwood forest dense. |
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A Song to The Rolling Earth The teaching is to the teacher,and comes back most to him, The murder is to the murderer, and comes back most to him, |
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Song of the Open Road You objects that call from diffusion my meanings and give them shape ! |
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Leaves of Grass Such verses for my Body let us write, (for we are one ) That should I after return. |
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Song of the Redwood- Tree |
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I sing the Body Electric The armies of those I love engirth me, and engirth them |
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Beat! Beat ! Drums ! |
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Song of the Broad Axe |
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Song of Myself is all that is not my soul. |
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Leaves of Grass And I am the poet of the soul. |
