Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен)

Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 45. A Prairie Sunset

Shot gold, maroon and violet, dazzling silver, emerald, fawn,
The earth's whole amplitude and Nature's multiform power consign'd
      for once to colors;
The light, the general air possess'd by them—colors till now unknown,
No limit, confine—not the Western sky alone—the high meridian—
      North, South, all,
Pure luminous color fighting the silent shadows to the last.

1. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 13. Bravo, Paris Exposition!
2. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 40. The Voice of the Rain
3. Leaves of Grass. 20. By the Roadside. 24. Hast Never Come to Thee an Hour
4. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 5. A Carol Closing Sixty-Nine
5. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 8. An Ended Day

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