Old War-Dreams
In midnight sleep of many a face of anguish, / Of the look at first of the mortally wounded, (of that indescribable look,)
Life and Death
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The two old, simple problems ever intertwined,
Close home, elusive, present, baffled, grappled.
By each successive age insoluble, pass'd on,
To ours to-day--and we pass on the same.
More poems by Walt Whitman
To One Shortly to Die
From all the rest I single out you, having a message for you, / You are to die--let others tell you what they please, I cannot prevaricate,
Beginners
How they are provided for upon the earth, (appearing at intervals,) / How dear and dreadful they are to the earth,
Thought
Of Equality--as if it harm'd me, giving others the same chances and / rights as myself--as if it were not indispensable to my own