English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 9. That Music Always Round Me. Уолт Уитмен.

Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен)

Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 9. That Music Always Round Me

That music always round me, unceasing, unbeginning, yet long
      untaught I did not hear,
But now the chorus I hear and am elated,
A tenor, strong, ascending with power and health, with glad notes of
      daybreak I hear,
A soprano at intervals sailing buoyantly over the tops of immense waves,
A transparent base shuddering lusciously under and through the universe,
The triumphant tutti, the funeral wailings with sweet flutes and
      violins, all these I fill myself with,
I hear not the volumes of sound merely, I am moved by the exquisite
      meanings,
I listen to the different voices winding in and out, striving,
      contending with fiery vehemence to excel each other in emotion;
I do not think the performers know themselves—but now I think
      begin to know them.

Walt Whitman’s other poems:

1. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 10. To the Pending Year
2. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 11. Shakspere-Bacon’s Cipher
3. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 13. Bravo, Paris Exposition!
4. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 24. The Commonplace
5. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 14. Memories

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