O Captain! My Captain! –by: Walt Whitman
First Page:LEAVES OF GRASS
By Walt Whitman
Come, said my soul, Such verses for my Body let us write, (for we are one,) That should I after return, Or, long, long hence, in other spheres, There to some group of mates the chants resuming, (Tallying Earth's soil, trees, winds, tumultuous waves,) Ever with pleas'd smile I may keep on, Ever and ever yet the verses owning as, first, I here and now Signing for Soul and Body, set to them my name,
BOOK I. INSCRIPTIONS
One's Self I Sing
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
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...