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English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 30. Continuities. Уолт Уитмен.






Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен)

Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 30. Continuities

Nothing is ever really lost, or can be lost,
No birth, identity, form—no object of the world.
Nor life, nor force, nor any visible thing;
Appearance must not foil, nor shifted sphere confuse thy brain.
Ample are time and space—ample the fields of Nature.
The body, sluggish, aged, cold—the embers left from earlier fires,
The light in the eye grown dim, shall duly flame again;
The sun now low in the west rises for mornings and for noons continual;
To frozen clods ever the spring's invisible law returns,
With grass and flowers and summer fruits and corn.

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. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 16. Old Chants




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