Poetry

Shut Not Your Doors By  Walter Whitman Shut not your doors to me proud libraries, For that which was lacking on all your well-fill’d shelves, yet nee…

When I Read the Book By  Walter Whitman When I read the book, the biography famous, And is this then (said I) what the author calls a man’s life? And…

America By  Walter Whitman Centre of equal daughters, equal sons, All, all alike endear’d, grown, ungrown, young or old, Strong, ample, fair, endurin…

Faces (1) By  Walter Whitman Sauntering the pavement or riding the country by-road, faces! Faces of friendship, precision, caution, suavity, ideality…

To the Garden the World By  Walter Whitman To the garden the world anew ascending, Potent mates, daughters, sons, preluding, The love, the life of th…

As Adam Early in the Morning By  Walter Whitman As Adam early in the morning, Walking forth from the bower refresh'd with sleep, Behold me where …

O Me! O Life! By  Walter Whitman O me! O life! of the questions of these recurring, Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the…

Life By  Walter Whitman Ever the undiscouraged, resolute, struggling soul of man; (Have former armies fail’d? then we send fresh armies — and fresh a…

A Boston Ballad (1854) By  Walter Whitman To get betimes in Boston town I rose this morning early, Here’s a good place at the corner, I must stand an…

Election Day (November, 1884) By  Walter Whitman If I should need to name, O Western World, your powerfulest scene and show, ’Twould not be you, Niag…

Now Precedent Songs, Farewell By  Walter Whitman Now precedent songs, farewell — by every name farewell, (Trains of a staggering line in many a stran…