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?

1. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 13. Bravo, Paris Exposition!
2. Leaves of Grass. 20. By the Roadside. 24. Hast Never Come to Thee an Hour
3. Leaves of Grass. 17. Birds of Passage. 5. Myself and Mine
4. Leaves of Grass. 33. Songs of Parting. 3. Ashes of Soldiers
5. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 28. Old Salt Kossabone

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