Tag Archives: Walt Whitman poem
Native Moments. by Walt Whitman
NATIVE moments! when you come upon me—Ah you are here now! Give me now libidinous joys only!
This Moment, Yearning and Thoughtful. by Walt Whitman
THIS moment yearning and thoughtful, sitting alone, It seems to me there are other men in other lands, yearning and thoughtful; It seems to me I can look over and behold them, in Germany, Italy, France, Spain—or far,
To You. by Walt Whitman
LET us twain walk aside from the rest; Now we are together privately, do you discard ceremony,
