Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен)
Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 10. Queries to My Seventieth Year
Approaching, nearing, curious,
Thou dim, uncertain spectre—bringest thou life or death?
Strength, weakness, blindness, more paralysis and heavier?
Or placid skies and sun? Wilt stir the waters yet?
Or haply cut me short for good? Or leave me here as now,
Dull, parrot-like and old, with crack'd voice harping, screeching?
Walt Whitman's other poems:- Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 24. Washington's Monument February, 1885
- Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 49. You Lingering Sparse Leaves of Me
- Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 18. Sounds of the Winter
- Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 36. The United States to Old World Critics
- Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 37. The Calming Thought of All
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