Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO THE SUN-SET BREEZE, by WALT WHITMAN Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Ah, whispering, something again, unseen Last Line: Hast thou no soul? Can I not know, identify thee? | ||||||||
Ah, whispering, something again, unseen, Where late this heated day thou enterest at my window, door, Thou, laving, tempering all, cool-freshing, gently vitalizing Me, old, alone, sick, weak-down, melted-worn with sweat; Thou, nestling, folding close and firm yet soft, companion better than talk, book, art, (Thou hast, O Nature! elements! utterance to my heart beyond the rest -- and this is of them,) So sweet thy primitive taste to breathe within -- thy soothing fingers on my face and hands, Thou, messenger-magical strange bringer to body and spirit of me, (Distances balk'd -- occult medicines penetrating me from head to foot,) I feel the sky, the prairies vast -- I feel the mighty northern lakes, I feel the ocean and the forest -- somehow I feel the globe itself swiftswimming in space; Thou blown from lips so loved, now gone -- haply from endless store, God-sent, (For thou art spiritual, Godly, most of all known to my sense,) Minister to speak to me, here and now, what word has never told, and cannot tell, Art thou not universal concrete's distillation? Law's, all Astronomy's last refinement? Hast thou no soul? Can I not know, identify thee? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CAROL CLOSING SIXTY-NINE by WALT WHITMAN A CLEAR MIDNIGHT by WALT WHITMAN A FARM PICTURE by WALT WHITMAN A PRAIRIE SUNSET by WALT WHITMAN A VOICE PROPHETIC by WALT WHITMAN AN ARMY CORPS ON THE MARCH by WALT WHITMAN AN EVENING LULL by WALT WHITMAN |
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