English poetry

Poems in English

Bivouac on a Mountain Side

I SEE before me now, a traveling army halting; Below, a fertile valley spread, with barns, and the orchards of […]

Poets to Come

POETS to come! orators, singers, musicians to come! Not to-day is to justify me, and answer what I am for; […]

When I read the Book

WHEN I read the book, the biography famous, And is this, then, (said I,) what the author calls a man’s […]

From My Last Years

FROM my last years, last thoughts I here bequeath, Scatter’d and dropt, in seeds, and wafted to the West, Through […]


WHO includes diversity, and is Nature, Who is the amplitude of the earth, and the coarseness and sexuality of the […]

Rise, O Days

1 RISE, O days, from your fathomless deeps, till you loftier, fiercer sweep! Long for my soul, hungering gymnastic, I […]

Carol of Words

1 EARTH, round, rolling, compact-suns, moons, animals-all these are words to be said; Watery, vegetable, sauroid advances-beings, premonitions, lispings of […]

Sleepers, The

1 I WANDER all night in my vision, Stepping with light feet, swiftly and noiselessly stepping and stopping, Bending with […]

Walt Whitman

1 I CELEBRATE myself; And what I assume you shall assume; For every atom belonging to me, as good belongs […]

World Below the Brine, The

THE world below the brine; Forests at the bottom of the sea-the branches and leaves, Sea-lettuce, vast lichens, strange flowers […]

Gliding Over All

GLIDING o’er all, through all, Through Nature, Time, and Space, As a ship on the waters advancing, The voyage of […]

We Two Boys Together Clinging

WE two boys together clinging, One the other never leaving, Up and down the roads going-North and South excursions making, […]

By Broad Potomac’s Shore

1 BY broad Potomac’s shore-again, old tongue! (Still uttering-still ejaculating-canst never cease this babble?) Again, old heart so gay-again to […]

One Song, America, Before I Go

ONE song, America, before I go, I’d sing, o’er all the rest, with trumpet sound, For thee—the Future. I’d sow […]


NOW I make a leaf of Voices-for I have found nothing mightier than they are, And I have found that […]

From Pent-up Aching Rivers

FROM pent-up, aching rivers; From that of myself, without which I were nothing; From what I am determin’d to make […]


OF what I write from myself-As if that were not the resumé; Of Histories-As if such, however complete, were not […]

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