By Walt Whitman
This variation offers the original twelve poems from Whitman's best 1855 book of Leaves of Grass. incorporated are many of the maximum poems of recent instances: "Song of Myself," "I Sing the physique Electric," and "There used to be a toddler Went Forth," works that proceed to upset traditional notions of good looks and originality even today.
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I ascend to the foretruck .... I take my position overdue at evening within the crow’s nest .... we sail throughout the arctic sea .... it truly is lots gentle sufficient, during the transparent surroundings I stretch round at the magnificent attractiveness, the big lots of ice move me and that i go them .... the surroundings is obvious in all instructions, The white-topped mountains element up within the distance .... I fling out my fancies towards them; we're approximately impending a few nice battlefield within which we're quickly to be engaged, We go the tremendous outposts of the encampment .... we move with nonetheless ft and warning; Or we're getting into via the suburbs a few substantial and ruined urban .... the blocks and fallen structure greater than all of the residing towns of the globe. i'm a unfastened spouse .... I bivouacq via invading watchfires. I flip the bridegroom off the bed and stick with the bride myself, And tighten her all evening to my thighs and lips. My voice is the wife’s voice, the screech through the rail of the steps, They fetch my man’s physique up dripping and drowned. I comprehend the massive hearts of heroes, The braveness of current occasions and all instances; How the skipper observed the crowded and rudderless spoil of the steamship, and loss of life chasing it up and down the storm,22 How he knuckled tight and gave no longer again one inch, and used to be devoted of days and trustworthy of nights, And chalked in huge letters on a board, Be of fine cheer, we'll now not wasteland you; How he stored the drifting corporation eventually, How the lank loose-gowned girls appeared while boated from the aspect in their ready graves, How the silent old-faced babies, and the lifted ailing, and the sharp-lipped unshaved males; All this I swallow and it tastes reliable .... i love it good, and it turns into mine, i'm the guy .... I suffered .... i used to be there. The disdain and quietness of martyrs, the mum condemned for a witch and burnt with dry wooden, and her childrens looking at on; The hounded slave that flags within the race and leans by way of the fence, blowing and lined with sweat, The twinges that sting like needles his legs and neck, The murderous buckshot and the bullets, a majority of these i believe or am. i'm the hounded slave .... I wince on the chew of the canines, Hell and melancholy are upon me .... crack and back crack the marksmen, I grasp the rails of the fence .... my gore dribs thinned with the ooze of my pores and skin, I fall at the weeds and stones, The riders spur their unwilling horses and haul shut, They taunt my dizzy ears .... they beat me violently over the head with their whip-stocks. Agonies are one in all my adjustments of clothes; i don't ask the wounded individual how he feels .... i actually turn into the wounded individual, My damage turns furious upon me as I lean on a cane and realize. i'm the mashed fireman with breastbone broken23 .... tumbling partitions buried me of their particles, warmth and smoke I encouraged .... I heard the yelling shouts of my comrades, I heard the far-off click on in their alternatives and shovels; they've got cleared the beams away .... they tenderly elevate me forth. I lie within the evening air in my crimson blouse ....