Walt Whitman Poems
Tears.
TEARS! tears! tears!
In the night, in solitude, tears;
On the white shore dripping, dripping, suck'd in by the sand;
Tears-not a star shining-all dark and desolate;
Moist tears from the eyes... more
Poet: Walt Whitman rating:  I Hear America Singing.
I HEAR America singing, the varied carols I hear;
Those of mechanics-each one singing his, as it should be, blithe and strong;
The carpenter singing his, as he measures his plank or beam,
The... more
Poet: Walt Whitman rating: Laws for Creations.
LAWS for Creations,
For strong artists and leaders-for fresh broods of teachers, and perfect
literats for America,
For noble savans, and coming musicians.
All must have reference to the... more
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