Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен)

Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 8. Quicksand Years

Quicksand years that whirl me I know not whither,
Your schemes, politics, fail, lines give way, substances mock and elude me,
Only the theme I sing, the great and strong-possess'd soul, eludes not,
One's-self must never give way—that is the final substance—that
      out of all is sure,
Out of politics, triumphs, battles, life, what at last finally remains?
When shows break up what but One's-Self is sure?

1. Leaves of Grass. 20. By the Roadside. 28. Offerings
2. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 35. How Solemn As One by One [Washington City, 1865]
3. Leaves of Grass. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 8. A Riddle Song
4. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 11. The Wallabout Martyrs
5. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 42. While Not the Past Forgetting

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