O Me O Life
O me! O life! of the questions of these recurring, / Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill'd with the foolish,
I am the of Earth, said the voice of the rain,
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Eternal I rise impalpable out of the land and the bottomless sea,
Upward to heaven, whence, vaguely form'd, altogether changed, and
yet the same,
I descend to lave the drouths, atomies, dust-layers of the globe,
And all that in them without me were seeds only, latent, unborn;
And forever, by day and night, I give back life to my own origin,
and make pure and beautify it;
(For song, issuing from its birth-place, after fulfilment, wandering,
Reck'd or unreck'd, duly with love returns.)
More poems by Walt Whitman
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
Beginners
How they are provided for upon the earth, (appearing at intervals,) / How dear and dreadful they are to the earth,
Full of Life Now
Full of life now, compact, visible, / I, forty years old the eighty-third year of the States,