Leaves of Grass

Author(s): Walt Whitman

Poetry and Drama

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, 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.

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  • : 9780486841915
  • : Dover Publications, Incorporated
  • : Dover Publications, Incorporated
  • : May 2020
  • : --- length: - '8' width: - '5' units: - Inches
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  • : Walt Whitman
  • : Hardback
  • : English
  • : 811.38
  • : 192