Now at last I have come to see what life is,
Nothing is ever ended, everything only begun,
And the brave victories that seem so splendid
Are never …
October 20, 2016
Whitman Poetry
My future will not copy fair my past
On any leaf but Heaven's. Be fully done,
Supernal Will! I would not fain be one
Who, satisfying thirst and breaki…
October 20, 2016
With their deep voice, monotonous and slow,
The cannon's thunders roll along the sea;
Bu…
October 20, 2016
The sky is dark and the hills are white
As the storm-king speeds from the north to-night,
&nbs…
October 20, 2016
Beside a well, uncurb'd and deep,
A schoolboy laid him down to sleep:
(Such…
October 20, 2016
I Whispered, "I am too young,"
And then, "I am old enough";
Wherefore I threw a penny
To find out if I might love.
"Go and love, go and love, young ma…
October 20, 2016
The little hedgerow birds,
That peck along the road, regard him not.
He travels on, and in his face, his step,
His gait, is one expression; every limb…
October 20, 2016
Dear brother, would you know the life,
Please God, that I would lead?
On the first wheel…
October 20, 2016
