Walt Whitman
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The 1855 edition of Leaves of Grass, in order, little by little, over and over.
Never before had she seen such wonderful beauty and purity;
November 28, 2025 at 10:49 AM
Never before had she seen such wonderful beauty and purity;
The more she looked upon her she loved her,
November 28, 2025 at 8:49 AM
The more she looked upon her she loved her,
She looked at the beauty of her tallborne face and full and pliant limbs,
November 28, 2025 at 6:49 AM
She looked at the beauty of her tallborne face and full and pliant limbs,
My mother looked in delight and amazement at the stranger,
November 28, 2025 at 4:49 AM
My mother looked in delight and amazement at the stranger,
Her step was free and elastic .... her voice sounded exquisitely as she spoke.
November 28, 2025 at 2:49 AM
Her step was free and elastic .... her voice sounded exquisitely as she spoke.
Her hair straight shiny coarse black and profuse halfenveloped her face,
November 28, 2025 at 12:49 AM
Her hair straight shiny coarse black and profuse halfenveloped her face,
On her back she carried a bundle of rushes for rushbottoming chairs;
November 27, 2025 at 10:49 PM
On her back she carried a bundle of rushes for rushbottoming chairs;
A red squaw came one breakfasttime to the old homestead,
November 27, 2025 at 8:49 PM
A red squaw came one breakfasttime to the old homestead,
Of when she was a nearly grown girl living home with her parents on the old homestead.
November 27, 2025 at 6:49 PM
Of when she was a nearly grown girl living home with her parents on the old homestead.
Now I tell what my mother told me today as we sat at dinner together,
November 27, 2025 at 4:49 PM
Now I tell what my mother told me today as we sat at dinner together,
He kisses lightly the wet cheeks one after another .... he shakes hands and bids goodbye to the army.
November 27, 2025 at 2:49 PM
He kisses lightly the wet cheeks one after another .... he shakes hands and bids goodbye to the army.
The chief encircles their necks with his arm and kisses them on the cheek,
November 27, 2025 at 12:49 PM
The chief encircles their necks with his arm and kisses them on the cheek,
The officers speechless and slow draw near in their turns,
November 27, 2025 at 10:49 AM
The officers speechless and slow draw near in their turns,
He stands in the room of the old tavern .... the wellbeloved soldiers all pass through,
November 27, 2025 at 8:49 AM
He stands in the room of the old tavern .... the wellbeloved soldiers all pass through,
The same at last and at last when peace is declared,
November 27, 2025 at 6:49 AM
The same at last and at last when peace is declared,
He sees the slaughter of the southern braves confided to him by their parents.
November 27, 2025 at 4:49 AM
He sees the slaughter of the southern braves confided to him by their parents.
His face is cold and damp .... he cannot repress the weeping drops .... he lifts the glass perpetually to his eyes .... the color is blanched from his cheeks,
November 27, 2025 at 2:49 AM
His face is cold and damp .... he cannot repress the weeping drops .... he lifts the glass perpetually to his eyes .... the color is blanched from his cheeks,
Washington stands inside the lines .. he stands on the entrenched hills amid a crowd of officers,
November 27, 2025 at 12:49 AM
Washington stands inside the lines .. he stands on the entrenched hills amid a crowd of officers,
Now of the old war-days .. the defeat at Brooklyn;
November 26, 2025 at 10:49 PM
Now of the old war-days .. the defeat at Brooklyn;
In the morning I help pick up the dead and lay them in rows in a barn.
November 26, 2025 at 8:49 PM
In the morning I help pick up the dead and lay them in rows in a barn.
I search with the crowd .... not one of the company is washed to us alive;
November 26, 2025 at 6:49 PM
I search with the crowd .... not one of the company is washed to us alive;
I can but rush to the surf and let it drench me and freeze upon me.
November 26, 2025 at 4:49 PM
I can but rush to the surf and let it drench me and freeze upon me.
I cannot aid with my wringing fingers;
November 26, 2025 at 2:49 PM
I cannot aid with my wringing fingers;
I look where the ship helplessly heads end on .... I hear the burst as she strikes .. I hear the howls of dismay .... they grow fainter and fainter.
November 26, 2025 at 12:49 PM
I look where the ship helplessly heads end on .... I hear the burst as she strikes .. I hear the howls of dismay .... they grow fainter and fainter.
The tempest lulls and the moon comes floundering through the drifts.
November 26, 2025 at 10:49 AM
The tempest lulls and the moon comes floundering through the drifts.