Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THOUGHT (1), by WALT WHITMAN



Poetry Explorer

Classic and Contemporary Poetry

Rhyming Dictionary Search
THOUGHT (1), by             Poet's Biography
First Line: As I sit with others, at a great feast, suddenly, while the music is playing
Last Line: Is only matter triumphant?
Subject(s): Religion; Theology


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 certain ships, how they sail from port with flying
streamers and wafted kisses, and that is the last of them,
Of the solemn and murky mystery about the fate of the President,
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!
A 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?





Other Poems of Interest...



Home: PoetryExplorer.net