Walt Whitman

Here you will find the Poem 1861 of poet Walt Whitman


ARM'D year! year of the struggle!
 No dainty rhymes or sentimental love verses for you, terrible year!
 Not you as some pale poetling, seated at a desk, lisping cadenzas
 But as a strong man, erect, clothed in blue clothes, advancing,
 carrying a rifle on your shoulder,
 With well-gristled body and sunburnt face and hands--with a knife in
 the belt at your side,
 As I heard you shouting loud--your sonorous voice ringing across the
 Your masculine voice, O year, as rising amid the great cities,
 Amid the men of Manhattan I saw you, as one of the workmen, the
 dwellers in Manhattan;
 Or with large steps crossing the prairies out of Illinois and
 Rapidly crossing the West with springy gait, and descending the
 Alleghanies; 10
 Or down from the great lakes, or in Pennsylvania, or on deck along
 the Ohio river;
 Or southward along the Tennessee or Cumberland rivers, or at
 Chattanooga on the mountain top,
 Saw I your gait and saw I your sinewy limbs, clothed in blue, bearing
 weapons, robust year;
 Heard your determin'd voice, launch'd forth again and again;
 Year that suddenly sang by the mouths of the round-lipp'd cannon,
 I repeat you, hurrying, crashing, sad, distracted year.