IN former songs Pride have I sung, and Love, and passionate, joyful
But here I twine the strands of Patriotism and Death.
And now, Life, Pride, Love, Patriotism and Death,
To you, O FREEDOM, purport of all!
(You that elude me most--refusing to be caught in songs of mine,)
I offer all to you.
'Tis not for nothing, Death,
I sound out you, and words of you, with daring tone--embodying you,
In my new Democratic chants--keeping you for a close,
For last impregnable retreat--a citadel and tower,10
For my last stand--my pealing, final cry.
par Walt Whitman, publié le mer. 04/01/2012 à 04:46
THERE are who teach only the sweet lessons of peace and safety;
But I teach lessons of war and death to those I love,
par Walt Whitman, publié le lun. 02/01/2012 à 19:11
YOU just maturing youth! You male or female!
Remember the organic compact of These States,
par Walt Whitman, publié le lun. 02/01/2012 à 15:31
OVER the carnage rose prophetic a voice,
Be not dishearten'd--Affection shall solve the problems of Freedom
par Walt Whitman, publié le lun. 26/12/2011 à 18:40
Come up from the fields father, here's a letter from our Pete,
And come to the front door mother, here's a letter from thy
par Walt Whitman, publié le mar. 06/12/2011 à 08:42
A THOUSAND perfect men and women appear,
Around each gathers a cluster of friends, and gay children and
youths, with offerings.