The mound above is flatted with the spades - silence, Along with Emily Dickinson, Whitman is regarded as one of America’s … “I think I will do nothing for a long time but listen, And accrue what I hear into myself…and let sound contribute toward me.” ― Walt Whitman. To think that you and I did not see, feel, think, nor bear our part! He is one of those who are beautiful and happy - he is one of Yourself! O Captain! To think of time – Walt Whitman.    phantasms, 2. that men and women were flexible, real, alive! That the exquisite scheme is for it, and the nebulous float is 1.OF the visages of things—And of piercing through         to the accepted hells beneath;Of ugliness—To me there is just as much in it as         there is in beauty—And now the ugliness of         human beings is acceptable to me;Of detected persons—To me, detected persons are         not, in any respect, worse than undetected per-         sons—and are not in any respect worse than I         am myself;Of criminals—To me, any judge, or any juror, is         equally criminal—and any reputable person is         also—and the President is also.2.OF waters, forests, hills;Of the earth at large, whispering through medium of         me;Of vista—Suppose some sight in arriere, through the         formative chaos, presuming the growth, fulness,         life, now attain'd on the journey;(But I see the road continued, and the journey ever         continued;)Of what was once lacking on earth, and in due time         has become supplied—And of what will yet be         supplied,Because all I see and know, I believe to have purport         in what will yet be supplied.3.OF persons arrived at high positions, ceremonies,         wealth, scholarships, and the like;To me, all that those persons have arrived at, sinks         away from them, except as it results to their         Bodies and Souls,So that often to me they appear gaunt and naked;And often, to me, each one mocks the others, and         mocks himself or herself,And of each one, the core of life, namely happiness,         is full of the rotten excrement of maggots,And often, to me, those men and women pass unwit-         tingly the true realities of life, and go toward         false realities,And often, to me, they are alive after what custom has         served them, but nothing more,And often, to me, they are sad, hasty, unwaked son-         nambules, walking the dusk.4.OF ownership—As if one fit to own things could not         at pleasure enter upon all, and incorporate         them into himself or herself;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 rights that         others possess the same;Of Justice—As if Justice could be anything but the         same ample law, expounded by natural judges         and saviors,As if it might be this thing or that thing, according         to decisions.5.As I sit with others, at a great feast, suddenly, while         the music is playing,To my mind, (whence it comes I know not,) spectral,         in mist, of a wreck at sea,Of the flower of the marine science of fifty generations,         founder'd off the Northeast coast, and going         down—Of the steamship Arctic going down,Of the veil'd tableau—Women gather'd together on         deck, pale, heroic, waiting the moment that         draws so close—O the moment!O the huge sob—A few bubbles—the white foam         spirting up—And then the women gone,Sinking there, while the passionless wet flows on—         And I now pondering, Are those women indeed         gone?Are Souls drown'd and destroy'd so?Is only matter triumphant?6.OF what I write from myself—As if that were not the         resumé;Of Histories—As if such, however complete, were not         less complete than my poems;As if the shreds, the records of nations, could possibly         be as lasting as my poems;As if here were not the amount of all nations, and of         all the lives of heroes.7.OF obedience, faith, adhesiveness;As I stand aloof and look, there is to me something         profoundly affecting in large masses of men,         following the lead of those who do not believe         in men. Something long preparing and formless is arrived and form'd in you, Steady the trot to the cemetery, duly rattles the death-bell, the gate    murderer or mean person is not nothing,    for it, and the cohering is for it; Walt Whitman Birth Date May 31, 1819 Death Date March 26, 1892 Place of Birth West Hills, New York Place of Death Camden, New Jersey Nickname The Bard of Democracy Full Name Walt Whitman.    accouchement!    the pattern is systematic. And all preparation is for it! Is the beginningless past nothing? Is to-day nothing? To think the thought of Death, merged in the thought of materials! Contact Us | Terms To think of time—of all that retro To think of to-day, and the ages c Have you guess’d you yourself woul Have you dreaded these earth-beetl Have you fear’d the future would b. Walt Whitman To Think of Time To think of time—of all that retrospection! I have dream'd that we are not to be changed so much, nor the law He was a good fellow, free-mouth'd, quick-temper'd, not bad-looking,    what avail? Medicines stand unused on the shelf - (the camphor-smell has Have you fear'd the future would be nothing to you?    account they are through our nights and days! Have you guess’d you yourself would not continue? If otherwise, all came but to ashes of dung, The domestic joys, the daily housework or business, the building of Uttering joyous leaves all its life without a friend a lover near. Of and in all these things, To think that we are now here, and bear our part!    cease - they are the burial lines,    are sent for, Its strong central metaphor-idea is … 40.    he there takes no interest in them! Farms, profits, crops, markets, wages, government, are none of them    as perfect, The corpse stretches on the bed, and the living look upon it, Without any companion it grew there uttering joyous leaves of dark green. To Think Of Time Poem by Walt Whitman.    coffin, the earth is swiftly shovel'd in, Email Address. is the… the animals! If I were to suspect death, I should die How beautiful and perfect are the animals! For I have dream'd that the law they are under now is enough. Later, Whitman worked as a journalist, a teacher, and a government clerk.    and past law, Is to-day nothing? To think of to-day, and the ages continued henceforward! Is the beginningless past nothing?    they yet pass on. To think that you and I did not see, feel, think, nor bear our part! It is not that you should be undecided, but that you should be decided; Have you fear'd the future would be nothing to you? The dull nights go over, and the dull days also, The … The interminable hordes of the ignorant and wicked are not nothing, The vulgar and the refined, what you call sin and what you call goodness, to think how wide a difference, To think the difference will still continue to others, yet we lie beyond the difference.    forty-one years - and that was his funeral. You are henceforth secure, whatever comes or goes. Not a day passes - not a minute or second, without an    father - it is to identify you; Slow moving and black lines go ceaselessly over the earth,    Atlantic side, and they on the Pacific, and they between, and all Have you fear'd the future would be nothing to you? He continued expanding and revising it until his death in 1892. 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