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Leaves of grass. (1861-1861)

Whitman, Walt (1819-1892)

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Proto-Leaf.
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WALT WHITMAN.
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CHANTS DEMOCRATIC AND NATIVE AMERICAN.
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Leaves of Grass.
  
Salut au Monde!
  
Poem of Joys.
  
A WORD OUT OF THE SEA.
  
REMINISCENCE.
  
LEAF OF FACES.
  
EUROPE, The 72d and 73d Years of These States.
  
THOUGHT.
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Enfans d' Adam.
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[1. To the garden, the world, anew ascending]
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[2. From that of myself, without which I were nothing]
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[3. O my children! O mates!]
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[4. A woman waits for me—she contains all, nothing is lacking]
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[5. Spontaneous me, Nature]
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[6. O furious! O confine me not!]
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[7. You and I—what the earth is, we are]
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[8. Native moments! when you come upon me—Ah you are here now!]
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[9. Once I passed through a populous city, imprinting my brain, for future use, with its shows, architecture, customs, and traditions]
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[10. Inquiring, tireless, seeking that yet unfound]
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[11. In the new garden, in all the parts]
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[12. Ages and ages, returning at intervals]
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[13. O hymen! O hymenee!]
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[14. I am he that aches with love]
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[15. Early in the morning]
  
POEM OF THE ROAD.
  
TO THE SAYERS OF WORDS.
  
A BOSTON BALLAD, The 78th Year of These States.
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CALAMUS.
  
CROSSING BROOKLYN FERRY.
  
LONGINGS FOR HOME.
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MESSENGER LEAVES.
  
MANNAHATTA.
  
FRANCE, The 18th Year of These States.
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THOUGHTS.
  
UNNAMED LANDS.
  
KOSMOS.
  
A HAND-MIRROR.
  
BEGINNERS.
  
TESTS.
  
SAVANTISM.
  
PERFECTIONS.
  
SAYS.
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DEBRIS.
  
SLEEP-CHASINGS.
  
BURIAL.
  
TO MY SOUL.
  
So long!

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[11. In the new garden, in all the parts]

In the new garden, in all the parts,
In cities now, modern, I wander,
Though the second or third result, or still further, primitive yet,
Days, places, indifferent—though various, the same,
Time, Paradise, the Mannahatta, the prairies, finding me unchanged,
Death indifferent—Is it that I lived long since? Was I buried very long ago?
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For all that, I may now be watching you here, this moment;
For the future, with determined will, I seek—the woman of the future,
You, born years, centuries after me, I seek.
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