Walt Whitman

Whitman threw out rhyme and meter and invented a new, expansive, democratic music — Leaves of Grass and the song of himself, and of everyone.

The barbaric yawp of American verse

In this collection

• The Uprising
• To the Sayers of Words
• The Dresser
• President Lincoln's Funeral Hymn
• After the War
• The Dark Side
• The Waters
• The Mother of All
• Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking
• Leaves of Grass
• Auxiliaries
• Music
• Starting from Paumanok
• This Compost
• After the Supper and Talk
• A Farm Picture
• France, the Eighteenth Year of these States
• The Past-Present
• When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'D
• Assimilations
• The Poet
• O Tan-Faced Prairie Boy
• Other Lands
• To You
• Elemental Drifts
• To a Pupil
• Hymn of Dead Soldiers
• As I Ebb'D with the Ocean of Life
• Greatness
• To the States
• Europe, the Seventy-Second and Seventy-Third Years of these States
• The Square Deific
• To a Historian
• Despairing Cries
• A Glimpse
• City of Ships
• Longings for Home
• Dirge for Two Veterans
• I Saw in Louisiana a Live-Oak Growing
• The Veteran's Vision.

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