Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE UNEXPRESS'D, by WALT WHITMAN Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: How dare one say it? Last Line: (who knows? The best yet unexpress'd and lacking.) | ||||||||
How dare one say it? After the cycles, poems, singers, plays, Vaunted Ionia's, India's -- Homer, Shakspere -- the long, long times, thick dotted roads, areas, The shining clusters and the Milky Ways of stars -- Nature's pulses reap'd, All retrospective passions, heroes, war, love, adoration, All ages' plummets dropt to their utmost depths, All human lives, throats, wishes, brains -- all experiences' utterance; After the countless songs, or long or short, all tongues, all lands, Still something not yet told in poesy's voice or print -- something lacking, (Who knows? the best yet unexpress'd and lacking.) | 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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