Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A TWILIGHT SONG, by WALT WHITMAN Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: As I sit in twilight late alone by the flickering oak flame, Last Line: Embalm'd with love in this twilight song. | ||||||||
As I sit in twilight late alone by the flickering oak-flame, Musing on long-pass'd war-scenes -- of the countless buried unknown soldiers, Of the vacant names, as unindented air's and sea's -- the unreturn'd, The brief truce after battle, with grim burial-squads, and the deepfill'd trenches Of gather'd dead from all America, North, South, East, West, whence they came up, From wooded Maine, New-England's farms, from fertile Pennsylvania, Illinois, Ohio, From the measureless West, Virginia, the South, the Carolinas, Texas, (Even here in my room-shadows and half-lights in the noiseless flickering flames, Again I see the stalwart ranks on-filing, rising -- I hear the rhythmic tramp of the armies;) You million unwrit names all, all -- you dark bequest from all the war, A special verse for you -- a flash of duty long neglected -- your mystic roll strangely gather'd here, Each name recall'd by me from out the darkness and death's ashes, Henceforth to be, deep, deep within my heart recording, for many a future year, Your mystic roll entire of unknown names, or North or South, Embalm'd with love in this twilight song. | 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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