Women sit, or move to and fro—some old, some young;
The young are beautiful—but the old are more beautiful than the young.
Beautiful Women
About the poet
Walt Whitman
Walt Whitman was born on May 31, 1819, in West Hills, on Long Island, New York. He was the second son of Walter Whitman, a house-builder, and Louisa Van Velsor. In the 1820s and 1830s, the family, which consisted of nine children, lived in Long Island and Bro…
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To a Stranger
Passing stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you,You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me as of a dream,)
I saw in Louisiana a live-oak growing
I saw in Louisiana a live-oak growing,All alone stood it and the moss hung down from the branches,
Among the Multitude
Among the men and women the multitude,I perceive one picking me out by secret and divine signs,
Continuities
Nothing is ever really lost, or can be lost,No birth, identity, form no object of the world.
We Two, How Long We Were Fool’d
We two, how long we were fool d,Now transmuted, we swiftly escape as Nature escapes,
