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Walt Whitman
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The 1855 edition of Leaves of Grass, in order, little by little, over and over.
The earth is swiftly shovelled in .... a minute .. no one moves or speaks .... it is done,
November 10, 2025 at 4:49 PM
The coffin is lowered and settled .... the whip is laid on the coffin,
November 10, 2025 at 2:49 PM
Duly rattles the deathbell .... the gate is passed .... the grave is halted at .... the living alight .... the hearse uncloses,
November 10, 2025 at 12:49 PM
Rapid the trot to the cemetery,
November 10, 2025 at 10:49 AM
The funeral of an old stagedriver .... the cortege mostly drivers.
November 10, 2025 at 8:49 AM
A hearse and stages .... other vehicles give place,
November 10, 2025 at 6:49 AM
A gray discouraged sky overhead .... the short last daylight of December,
November 10, 2025 at 4:49 AM
Posh and ice in the river .... half-frozen mud in the streets,
November 10, 2025 at 2:49 AM
Cold dash of waves at the ferrywharf,
November 10, 2025 at 12:49 AM
He that was President was buried, and he that is now President shall surely be buried.
November 9, 2025 at 10:49 PM
Slowmoving and black lines creep over the whole earth .... they never cease ..... they are the burial lines,
November 9, 2025 at 8:49 PM
I see one building the house that serves him longer than that.
November 9, 2025 at 6:49 PM
I see one building the house that serves him a few years .... or seventy or eighty years at most;
November 9, 2025 at 4:49 PM
To think others shall be just as eager .. and we quite indifferent.
November 9, 2025 at 2:49 PM
To think how eager we are in building our houses,
November 9, 2025 at 12:49 PM
To think of all these wonders of city and country .. and others taking great interest in them .. and we taking small interest in them.
November 9, 2025 at 10:49 AM
To think that the rivers will come to flow, and the snow fall, and fruits ripen .. and act upon others as upon us now .... yet not act upon us;
November 9, 2025 at 8:49 AM
But without eyesight lingers a different living and looks curiously on the corpse.
November 9, 2025 at 6:49 AM
The living look upon the corpse with their eyesight,
November 9, 2025 at 4:49 AM
They are palpable as the living are palpable.
November 9, 2025 at 2:49 AM
Then the corpse-limbs stretch on the bed, and the living look upon them,
November 9, 2025 at 12:49 AM
When the breath ceases and the pulse of the heart ceases,
November 8, 2025 at 10:49 PM
When the twitching lips press lightly on the forehead of the dying,
November 8, 2025 at 8:49 PM
When the faithful hand of the living does not desert the hand of the dying,
November 8, 2025 at 6:49 PM
When medicines stand unused on the shelf, and the camphor-smell has pervaded the rooms,
November 8, 2025 at 4:49 PM