Leaves of Grass E-Book

Walt Whitman

• Herausgeber: Digital Deen Publications
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Leaves of Grass is a poetry collection by the American poet Walt Whitman (1819–1892). Though the first edition was published in 1855, Whitman spent most of his professional life writing and re-writing Leaves of Grass, revising it multiple times until his death. This resulted in vastly different editions over four decades—the first a small book of twelve poems and the last a compilation of over 400.

Leseprobe

LEAVES OF GRASS

By Walt Whitman

     Come, said my soul,      Such verses for my Body let us write, (for we are one,)      That should I after return,      Or, long, long hence, in other spheres,      There to some group of mates the chants resuming,      (Tallying Earth's soil, trees, winds, tumultuous waves,)      Ever with pleas'd smile I may keep on,      Ever and ever yet the verses owning—as, first, I here and now      Signing for Soul and Body, set to them my name,      Walt Whitman

CONTENTS

BOOK I. INSCRIPTIONS

One's-Self I Sing

As I Ponder'd in Silence

In Cabin'd Ships at Sea

To Foreign Lands

To a Historian

To Thee Old Cause

Eidolons

For Him I Sing

When I Read the Book

Beginning My Studies

Beginners

To the States

On Journeys Through the States

To a Certain Cantatrice

Me Imperturbe

Savantism

The Ship Starting

I Hear America Singing

What Place Is Besieged?

Still Though the One I Sing

Shut Not Your Doors

Poets to Come

To You

Thou Reader

BOOK II.

BOOK III.

BOOK IV. CHILDREN OF ADAM

From Pent-Up Aching Rivers

I Sing the Body Electric

A Woman Waits for Me

Spontaneous Me

One Hour to Madness and Joy

Out of the Rolling Ocean the Crowd

Ages and Ages Returning at Intervals

We Two, How Long We Were Fool'd

O Hymen! O Hymenee!

I Am He That Aches with Love

Native Moments

Once I Pass'd Through a Populous City

I Heard You Solemn-Sweet Pipes of the Organ

Facing West from California's Shores

As Adam Early in the Morning

BOOK V. CALAMUS

Scented Herbage of My Breast

Whoever You Are Holding Me Now in Hand

For You, O Democracy

These I Singing in Spring

Not Heaving from My Ribb'd Breast Only

Of the Terrible Doubt of Appearances

The Base of All Metaphysics

Recorders Ages Hence

When I Heard at the Close of the Day

Are You the New Person Drawn Toward Me?

Roots and Leaves Themselves Alone

Not Heat Flames Up and Consumes

Trickle Drops

City of Orgies

Behold This Swarthy Face

I Saw in Louisiana a Live-Oak Growing

To a Stranger

This Moment Yearning and Thoughtful

I Hear It Was Charged Against Me

The Prairie-Grass Dividing

When I Peruse the Conquer'd Fame

We Two Boys Together Clinging

A Promise to California

Here the Frailest Leaves of Me

No Labor-Saving Machine

A Glimpse

A Leaf for Hand in Hand

Earth, My Likeness

I Dream'd in a Dream

What Think You I Take My Pen in Hand?

To the East and to the West

Sometimes with One I Love

To a Western Boy

Fast Anchor'd Eternal O Love!

Among the Multitude

O You Whom I Often and Silently Come

That Shadow My Likeness

Full of Life Now

BOOK VI.

BOOK VII.

BOOK VIII.

BOOK IX.

BOOK X.

BOOK XI.

BOOK XII.

BOOK XIII.

BOOK XIV.

BOOK XV.

BOOK XVI.

Youth, Day, Old Age and Night

BOOK XVII. BIRDS OF PASSAGE

Pioneers! O Pioneers!

To You

France [the 18th Year of these States

Myself and Mine

Year of Meteors [1859-60

With Antecedents

BOOK XVIII

BOOK XIX. SEA-DRIFT

As I Ebb'd with the Ocean of Life

Tears

To the Man-of-War-Bird

Aboard at a Ship's Helm

On the Beach at Night

The World below the Brine

On the Beach at Night Alone

Song for All Seas, All Ships

Patroling Barnegat

After the Sea-Ship

BOOK XX. BY THE ROADSIDE

Europe [The 72d and 73d Years of These States]

A Hand-Mirror

Gods

Germs

Thoughts

Perfections

O Me! O Life!

To a President

I Sit and Look Out

To Rich Givers

The Dalliance of the Eagles

Roaming in Thought [After reading Hegel]

A Farm Picture

A Child's Amaze

The Runner

Beautiful Women

Mother and Babe

Thought

Visor'd

Thought

Gliding O'er all

Hast Never Come to Thee an Hour

Thought

To Old Age

Locations and Times

Offerings

To The States [To Identify the 16th, 17th, or 18th Presidentiad]

BOOK XXI. DRUM-TAPS

Eighteen Sixty-One

Beat! Beat! Drums!

From Paumanok Starting I Fly Like a Bird

Song of the Banner at Daybreak

Rise O Days from Your Fathomless Deeps

Virginia—The West

City of Ships

The Centenarian's Story

Cavalry Crossing a Ford

Bivouac on a Mountain Side

An Army Corps on the March

By the Bivouac's Fitful Flame

Come Up from the Fields Father

Vigil Strange I Kept on the Field One Night

A March in the Ranks Hard-Prest, and the Road Unknown

A Sight in Camp in the Daybreak Gray and Dim

As Toilsome I Wander'd Virginia's Woods

Not the Pilot

Year That Trembled and Reel'd Beneath Me

The Wound-Dresser

Long, Too Long America

Give Me the Splendid Silent Sun

Dirge for Two Veterans

Over the Carnage Rose Prophetic a Voice

I Saw Old General at Bay

The Artilleryman's Vision

Ethiopia Saluting the Colors

Not Youth Pertains to Me

Race of Veterans

World Take Good Notice

O Tan-Faced Prairie-Boy

Look Down Fair Moon

Reconciliation

How Solemn As One by One [Washington City, 1865]

As I Lay with My Head in Your Lap Camerado

Delicate Cluster

To a Certain Civilian

Lo, Victress on the Peaks

Spirit Whose Work Is Done [Washington City, 1865]

Adieu to a Soldier

Turn O Libertad

To the Leaven'd Soil They Trod

BOOK XXII. MEMORIES OF PRESIDENT LINCOLN

O Captain! My Captain!

Hush'd Be the Camps To-Day [May 4, 1865

This Dust Was Once the Man

BOOK XXIII.

Reversals

BOOK XXIV. AUTUMN RIVULETS

The Return of the Heroes

There Was a Child Went Forth

Old Ireland

The City Dead-House

This Compost

To a Foil'd European Revolutionaire

Unnamed Land

Song of Prudence

The Singer in the Prison

Warble for Lilac-Time

Outlines for a Tomb [G. P., Buried 1870]

Out from Behind This Mask [To Confront a Portrait]

Vocalism

To Him That Was Crucified

You Felons on Trial in Courts

Laws for Creations

To a Common Prostitute

I Was Looking a Long While

Thought

Miracles

Sparkles from the Wheel

To a Pupil

Unfolded out of the Folds

What Am I After All

Kosmos

Others May Praise What They Like

Who Learns My Lesson Complete?

Tests

The Torch

O Star of France [1870-71]

The Ox-Tamer

Wandering at Morn

With All Thy Gifts

My Picture-Gallery

The Prairie States

BOOK XXV.

BOOK XXVI.

BOOK XXVII.

BOOK XXVIII.

Transpositions

BOOK XXIX.

BOOK XXX. WHISPERS OF HEAVENLY DEATH

Whispers of Heavenly Death

Chanting the Square Deific

Of Him I Love Day and Night

Yet, Yet, Ye Downcast Hours

As If a Phantom Caress'd Me

Assurances

Quicksand Years

That Music Always Round Me

What Ship Puzzled at Sea

A Noiseless Patient Spider

O Living Always, Always Dying

To One Shortly to Die

Night on the Prairies

Thought

The Last Invocation

As I Watch the Ploughman Ploughing

Pensive and Faltering

BOOK XXXI.

A Paumanok Picture

BOOK XXXII. FROM NOON TO STARRY NIGHT

Faces

The Mystic Trumpeter

To a Locomotive in Winter

O Magnet-South

Mannahatta

All Is Truth

A Riddle Song

Excelsior

Ah Poverties, Wincings, and Sulky Retreats

Thoughts

Mediums

Weave in, My Hardy Life

Spain, 1873-74

By Broad Potomac's Shore

From Far Dakota's Canyons [June 25, 1876]

Old War-Dreams

Thick-Sprinkled Bunting

As I Walk These Broad Majestic Days

A Clear Midnight

BOOK XXXIII. SONGS OF PARTING

Years of the Modern

Ashes of Soldiers

Thoughts

Song at Sunset

As at Thy Portals Also Death

My Legacy

Pensive on Her Dead Gazing

Camps of Green

The Sobbing of the Bells [Midnight, Sept. 19-20, 1881]

As They Draw to a Close

Joy, Shipmate, Joy!

The Untold Want

Portals

These Carols

Now Finale to the Shore

So Long!

BOOK XXXIV. SANDS AT SEVENTY

Paumanok

From Montauk Point

To Those Who've Fail'd

A Carol Closing Sixty-Nine

The Bravest Soldiers

A Font of Type

As I Sit Writing Here

My Canary Bird

Queries to My Seventieth Year

The Wallabout Martyrs

The First Dandelion

America

Memories

To-Day and Thee

After the Dazzle of Day

Abraham Lincoln, Born Feb. 12, 1809

Out of May's Shows Selected

Halcyon Days

Election Day, November, 1884

With Husky-Haughty Lips, O Sea!

Death of General Grant

Red Jacket (From Aloft)

Washington's Monument February, 1885

Of That Blithe Throat of Thine

Broadway

To Get the Final Lilt of Songs

Old Salt Kossabone

The Dead Tenor

Continuities

Yonnondio

Life

"Going Somewhere"

Small the Theme of My Chant

True Conquerors

The United States to Old World Critics

The Calming Thought of All

Thanks in Old Age

Life and Death

The Voice of the Rain

Soon Shall the Winter's Foil Be Here

While Not the Past Forgetting

The Dying Veteran

Stronger Lessons

A Prairie Sunset

Twenty Years

Orange Buds by Mail from Florida

Twilight

You Lingering Sparse Leaves of Me

Not Meagre, Latent Boughs Alone

The Dead Emperor

As the Greek's Signal Flame

The Dismantled Ship

Now Precedent Songs, Farewell

An Evening Lull

Old Age's Lambent Peaks

After the Supper and Talk

BOOKXXXV. GOOD-BYE MY FANCY

Lingering Last Drops

Good-Bye My Fancy

On, on the Same, Ye Jocund Twain!

MY 71st Year

Apparitions

The Pallid Wreath

An Ended Day

Old Age's Ship & Crafty Death's

To the Pending Year

Shakspere-Bacon's Cipher

Long, Long Hence

Bravo, Paris Exposition!

Interpolation Sounds

To the Sun-Set Breeze

Old Chants

A Christmas Greeting

Sounds of the Winter

A Twilight Song

When the Full-Grown Poet Came

Osceola

A Voice from Death

A Persian Lesson

The Commonplace

"The Rounded Catalogue Divine Complete"

Mirages

L. of G.'s Purport

The Unexpress'd

Grand Is the Seen

Unseen Buds

Good-Bye My Fancy!

BOOK I. INSCRIPTIONS

One's-Self I Sing

One's-self I sing, a simple separate person, Yet utter the word Democratic, the word En-Masse. Of physiology from top to toe I sing, Not physiognomy alone nor brain alone is worthy for the Muse, I say the Form complete is worthier far, The Female equally with the Male I sing. Of Life immense in passion, pulse, and power, Cheerful, for freest action form'd under the laws divine, The Modern Man I sing.

As I Ponder'd in Silence

As I ponder'd in silence, Returning upon my poems, considering, lingering long, A Phantom arose before me with distrustful aspect, Terrible in beauty, age, and power, The genius of poets of old lands, As to me directing like flame its eyes, With finger pointing to many immortal songs, And menacing voice, What singest thou? it said, Know'st thou not there is but one theme for ever-enduring bards? And that is the theme of War, the fortune of battles, The making of perfect soldiers. Be it so, then I answer'd, I too haughty Shade also sing war, and a longer and greater one than any, Waged in my book with varying fortune, with flight, advance and retreat, victory deferr'd and wavering, (Yet methinks certain, or as good as certain, at the last,) the field the world, For life and death, for the Body and for the eternal Soul, Lo, I too am come, chanting the chant of battles, I above all promote brave soldiers.