Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен)

Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 5. My 71st Year

After surmounting three-score and ten,
With all their chances, changes, losses, sorrows,
My parents' deaths, the vagaries of my life, the many tearing
      passions of me, the war of '63 and '4,
As some old broken soldier, after a long, hot, wearying march, or
      haply after battle,
To-day at twilight, hobbling, answering company roll-call, Here,
      with vital voice,
Reporting yet, saluting yet the Officer over all.

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. 17. The Runner
4. Leaves of Grass. 20. By the Roadside. 24. Hast Never Come to Thee an Hour
5. Leaves of Grass. 33. Songs of Parting. 3. Ashes of Soldiers

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