Walt Whitman

1819-1892 / Male / American
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Song Of Myself1 / I celebrate myself, and sing myself, / And what I assume you shall assume,
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O Captain! My Captain!O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, / The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won, / The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
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When Lilacs Last In The Door-Yard Bloom’d1 / When lilacs last in the door-yard bloom’d, / And the great star early droop’d in the western sky in the night,
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I Sing The Body Electric1 / I sing the body electric, / The armies of those I love engirth me and I engirth them,
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O Me! O Life!O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; / Of the endless trains of the faithless—of cities fill’d with the foolish; / Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
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Beautiful WomenWomen sit, or move to and fro—some old, some young; / The young are beautiful—but the old are more beautiful than the young.
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Had I The ChoiceHad I the choice to tally greatest bards, / To limn their portraits, stately, beautiful, and emulate at will, / Homer with all his wars and warriors—Hector, Achilles, Ajax,
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I Sit And Look OutI sit and look out upon all the sorrows of the world, and upon all / oppression and shame; / I hear secret convulsive sobs from young men, at anguish with
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To A Common **********Be composed—be at ease with me—I am Walt Whitman, liberal and ***** as Nature; / Not till the sun excludes you, do I exclude you; / Not till the waters refuse to glisten for you, and the leaves to rustle for you,
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To YouWhoever you are, I fear you are walking the walks of dreams, / I fear these supposed realities are to melt from under your feet and hands; / Even now, your features, joys, speech, house, trade, manners, troubles, follies,
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