Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен)

Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 26. Broadway

What hurrying human tides, or day or night!
What passions, winnings, losses, ardors, swim thy waters!
What whirls of evil, bliss and sorrow, stem thee!
What curious questioning glances—glints of love!
Leer, envy, scorn, contempt, hope, aspiration!
Thou portal—thou arena—thou of the myriad long-drawn lines and groups!
(Could but thy flagstones, curbs, facades, tell their inimitable tales;
Thy windows rich, and huge hotels—thy side-walks wide;)
Thou of the endless sliding, mincing, shuffling feet!
Thou, like the parti-colored world itself—like infinite, teeming,
      mocking life!
Thou visor'd, vast, unspeakable show and lesson!

1. Leaves of Grass. 20. By the Roadside. 28. Offerings
2. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 11. Bivouac on a Mountain Side
3. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 30. Continuities
4. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 34. Small the Theme of My Chant
5. Leaves of Grass. 20. By the Roadside. 6. Thoughts

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