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To the Pending Year

Have I no weapon-word for thee—some message brief and fierce? (Have I fought out and done indeed the battle?) Is there no shot left, For all thy affectations, lisps, scorns, manifold silliness? Nor for myself—my own rebellious self in thee?…

To the Man-of-War-Bird

Thou who hast slept all night upon the storm, Waking renew’d on thy prodigious pinions, (Burst the wild storm? above it thou ascended’st, And rested on the sky, thy slave that cradled thee,) Now a blue point, far, far in…

To the Leaven’d Soil They Trod

To the leaven’d soil they trod, calling, I sing, for the last; (Not cities, nor man alone, nor war, nor the dead, But forth from my tent emerging for good—loosing, unty- ing the tent-ropes;) In the freshness, the forenoon air,…

To the Garden of the World

To the garden, the world, anew ascending, Potent mates, daughters, sons, preluding, The love, the life of their bodies, meaning and being, Curious, here behold my resurrection, after slumber; The revolving cycles, in their wide sweep, having brought me again, Amorous,…

To the East and to the West

To the East and to the West, To the man of the Seaside State and of Pennsylvania, To the Kanadian of the north, to the Southerner I love, These with perfect trust to depict you as myself, the germs are in…

To Rich Givers

What you give me I cheerfully accept, A little sustenance, a hut and garden, a little money, as I rendez- vous with my poems, A traveler’s lodging and breakfast as I journey through the States, —why should I be ashamed…

To One Shortly to Die

From all the rest I single out you, having a message for you, You are to die—let others tell you what they please, I cannot prevaricate, I am exact and merciless, but I love you—there is no escape for you.…

To Him That Was Crucified

My spirit to yours dear brother, Do not mind because many sounding your name do not under- stand you, I do not sound your name, but I understand you, I specify you with joy O my comrade to salute you, and…

To Get the Final Lilt of Songs

To get the final lilt of songs, To penetrate the inmost lore of poets—to know the mighty ones, Job, Homer, Eschylus, Dante, Shakspere, Tennyson, Emerson; To diagnose the shifting-delicate tints of love and pride and doubt—to truly understand, To encompass…