Walt Whitman

Here you will find the Poem Reconciliation of poet Walt Whitman


WORD over all, beautiful as the sky!
 Beautiful that war, and all its deeds of carnage, must in time be
 utterly lost;
 That the hands of the sisters Death and Night, incessantly softly
 wash again, and ever again, this soil'd world:
 ... For my enemy is dead--a man divine as myself is dead;
 I look where he lies, white-faced and still, in the coffin--I draw
 I bend down, and touch lightly with my lips the white face in the