Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен)

Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 31. Yonnondio

A song, a poem of itself—the word itself a dirge,
Amid the wilds, the rocks, the storm and wintry night,
To me such misty, strange tableaux the syllables calling up;
Yonnondio—I see, far in the west or north, a limitless ravine, with
      plains and mountains dark,
I see swarms of stalwart chieftains, medicine-men, and warriors,
As flitting by like clouds of ghosts, they pass and are gone in the
      twilight,
(Race of the woods, the landscapes free, and the falls!
No picture, poem, statement, passing them to the future:)
Yonnondio! Yonnondio!—unlimn'd they disappear;
To-day gives place, and fades—the cities, farms, factories fade;
A muffled sonorous sound, a wailing word is borne through the air
      for a moment,
Then blank and gone and still, and utterly lost.

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. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 17. A Christmas Greeting

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