Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен)

Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 7. Virginia—The West

The noble sire fallen on evil days,
I saw with hand uplifted, menacing, brandishing,
(Memories of old in abeyance, love and faith in abeyance,)
The insane knife toward the Mother of All.

The noble son on sinewy feet advancing,
I saw, out of the land of prairies, land of Ohio's waters and of Indiana,
To the rescue the stalwart giant hurry his plenteous offspring,
Drest in blue, bearing their trusty rifles on their shoulders.

Then the Mother of All with calm voice speaking,
As to you Rebellious, (I seemed to hear her say,) why strive against
      me, and why seek my life?
When you yourself forever provide to defend me?
For you provided me Washington—and now these also.

1. Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 16. The Last Invocation
2. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 28. Old Salt Kossabone
3. Leaves of Grass. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 7. All Is Truth
4. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 29. Grand Is the Seen
5. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 46. Twenty Years

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