Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен)

Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 10. To the Pending Year

Have I no weapon-word for thee—some message brief and fierce?
(Have I fought out and done indeed the battle?) Is there no shot left,
For all thy affectations, lisps, scorns, manifold silliness?
Nor for myself—my own rebellious self in thee?

Down, down, proud gorge!—though choking thee;
Thy bearded throat and high-borne forehead to the gutter;
Crouch low thy neck to eleemosynary gifts.

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. 34. Sands at Seventy. 5. A Carol Closing Sixty-Nine
4. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 8. An Ended Day
5. Leaves of Grass. 17. Birds of Passage. 5. Myself and Mine

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