The Portable Walt Whitman
Penguin, 30 դեկ, 2003 թ. - 608 էջ
A comprehensive collection of Whitman's most beloved works of poetry, prose, and short stories
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Doyle later said that something about Whitman, the last passenger in the car on a stormy night, drew him unaccountably. “We were familiar at once—I put my hand on his knee—we understood.” The two were close for several years.
I am satisfied—I see, dance, laugh, sing; As the hugging and loving bed-fellow sleeps at my side through the night, and withdraws at the peep of the day with stealthy tread, Leaving me baskets cover'd with white towels swelling the ...
10 Alone far in the wilds and mountains I hunt, Wandering amazed at my own lightness and glee, In the late afternoon choosing a safe spot to pass the night, Kindling a fire and broiling the fresh-kill'd game, Falling asleep on the ...
I know I am deathless, I know this orbit of mine cannot be swept by a carpenter's compass, I know I shall not pass like a child's carlacue cut with a burnt stick at night. I know I am august, I do not trouble my spirit to vindicate ...
I am he that walks with the tender and growing night, I call to the earth and sea half-held by the night. Press close bare-bosom'd night—press close magnetic nourishing night! Night of south winds—night of the large few stars!