Poems by Walt Whitman

Poetry collection by Walt Whitman

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To You. by Walt Whitman

STRANGER! if you, passing, meet me, and desire to speak to me, why should you
not speak to me?
And why should I not speak to you?

One’s-Self I Sing. by Walt Whitman

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.