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Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен)


Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 9. My Canary Bird


Did we count great, O soul, to penetrate the themes of mighty books,
Absorbing deep and full from thoughts, plays, speculations?
But now from thee to me, caged bird, to feel thy joyous warble,
Filling the air, the lonesome room, the long forenoon,
Is it not just as great, O soul?



Walt Whitman's other poems:
  1. Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 29. Earth, My Likeness
  2. Leaves of Grass. 24. Autumn Rivulets. 13. Out from Behind This Mask [To Confront a Portrait]
  3. Leaves of Grass. 24. Autumn Rivulets. 20. Thought
  4. Leaves of Grass. 24. Autumn Rivulets. 27. Others May Praise What They Like
  5. Leaves of Grass. 24. Autumn Rivulets. 38. The Prairie States


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