Are you the new person drawn toward me? …
Walt Whitman
Out of the rolling ocean the crowd came a drop gently to me, …
A glimpse through an interstice caught, …
A march in the ranks hard-prest, and the road unknown, …
A noiseless patient spider, …
Passage O soul to India! …
Centre of equal daughters, equal sons, …
As I ebb’d with the ocean of life, …
Beat! beat! drums!—blow! bugles! blow! …
Come up from the fields father, here’s a letter from our Pete, …
Flood-tide below me! I see you face to face! …
Come, I will make the continent indissoluble, …
I see a beautiful gigantic swimmer swimming naked through the eddies of the sea, …
Gliding o'er all, through all, …
I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear, …
I saw in Louisiana a live-oak growing, …
I sing the body electric, …
Who includes diversity and is Nature, …
Long, too long America, …
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, …
Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring, …
O tan-faced prairie-boy, …
On the beach at night, …
On the beach at night alone, …
One’s-Self I sing, a simple separate person, …
Out of the cradle endlessly rocking, …
Wild, wild the storm, and the sea high running, …
Sometimes with one I love I fill myself with rage for fear I effuse unreturn’d love, …
I celebrate myself, and sing myself, …
Would you hear of an old-time sea-fight? …
Stretch’d and still lies the midnight, …
Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road, …
The world below the brine, …
An old man bending I come among new faces, …
O, Death! O, Death! An example of apostrophe: an address to a dead or absent person, or personification as if he or she were present; see glossary definition here). About this Poem. This poem, published in 1842, is a revision of Whitman’s first published poem “Our Future Lot,” from 1838. In that 20-line poem, similar wording includes: “With flashing hope, and gloomy fear” (line 2); “The troubled heart and wondrous form / Must both alike decay (lines 7-8); “Dull senseless limbs, and ashy face, / But where, O Nature! where will be / My mind’s abiding place? (lines 10-12); and the final line “The common doom—to die!” a black and pierceless pallpall A dark cloud or covering of smoke or dust …
Why reclining, interrogating? why myself and all drowsing? …
Vigil strange I kept on the field one night; …
When I heard at the close of the day how my name had been receiv’d with plaudits in the capitol, still it was not a happy night for me that follow’d, …
When I heard the learn’d astronomer, …
When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom’d, …
Whoever you are holding me now in hand, …