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In this article, we will delve into Whitman's unique perspective on love and explore a selection of his exceptional love poems. 1. "Song of Myself": An Ode to Universal Love. Considered Whitman's magnum opus, "Song of Myself" is a sprawling poem that encompasses various themes, including love.
The most famous Whitman’s poems about love are ‘As If a Phantom Caress’d Me’, ‘Fast Anchor’d Eternal O Love!’ and ‘When I Heard at the Close of the Day’. They all share features of classical, delicate, gentle and graceful ballads.
By Walt Whitman. Sometimes with one I love I fill myself with rage for fear I effuse unreturn’d love, But now I think there is no unreturn’d love, the pay is certain one way or another. (I loved a certain person ardently and my love was not return’d, Yet out of that I have written these songs).
By Walt Whitman. Whoever you are holding me now in hand, Without one thing all will be useless, I give you fair warning before you attempt me further, I am not what you supposed, but far different. Who is he that would become my follower? Who would sign himself a candidate for my affections?
Há 6 dias · Walt Whitman Love Poems - Love Poems by Walt Whitman. 1. Primeval My Love For The Woman I Love. ★ ★. PRIMEVAL my love for the woman I love, O bride! O wife! more resistless, more enduring than I can tell, the. thought of you! Then separate, as disembodied, the purest born, ... Read Poem. 2. Sometimes With One I Love. ★ ★.
1 de jun. de 2023 · Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you, that you be my poem, I whisper with my lips close to your ear, I have loved many women and men, but I love none better than you. O I have been dilatory and dumb, I should have made my way straight to you long ago, I should have blabb'd nothing but you, I should have chanted nothing but you.
By Walt Whitman. 1. As I ebb’d with the ocean of life, As I wended the shores I know, As I walk’d where the ripples continually wash you Paumanok, Where they rustle up hoarse and sibilant, Where the fierce old mother endlessly cries for her castaways, I musing late in the autumn day, gazing off southward,
