I SEE in you the estuary that en
itself grandly as it pours in the
SOMETHING startles me where I
I withdraw from the still woods I
I will not go now on the pastures
I will not strip the clothes from
I will not touch my flesh to the e
OF the terrible doubt of appearan
Of the uncertainty after all—that
That may-be reliance and hope are
That may-be identity beyond the gr
May-be the things I perceive—the
I am of old and young, of the fool
Regardless of others, ever regardf
Maternal as well as paternal, a ch
Stuff’d with the stuff that is coa
One of the Nation of many nations
A Glimpse, through an interstice
Of a crowd of workmen and drivers
late of a winter night—And I unre
Of a youth who loves me, and whom
seating himself near, that he may
Walt Whitman, a kosmos, of Manhat
Turbulent, fleshy, sensual, eating
No sentimentalist, no stander abov
No more modest than immodest.
Unscrew the locks from the doors!
TO get betimes in Boston town, I
Here’s a good place at the corner—
Clear the way there, Jonathan!
Way for the President’s marshal!
Way for the Federal foot and drag
All truths wait in all things,
They neither hasten their own deli
They do not need the obstetric for
The insignificant is as big to me
(What is less or more than a touch
A CALIFORNIA song!
A prophecy and indirection—a thoug
A chorus of dryads, fading, depart
A murmuring, fateful, giant voice,
Voice of a mighty dying tree in th
I MET a Seer,
Passing the hues and objects of th
The fields of art and learning, pl
To glean Eidólons.
Put in thy chants, said he,