Walt Whitman

Here you will find the Poem Roots And Leaves Themselves Alone of poet Walt Whitman

Roots And Leaves Themselves Alone

ROOTS and leaves themselves alone are these;
 Scents brought to men and women from the wild woods, and from the
 Breast-sorrel and pinks of love--fingers that wind around tighter
 than vines,
 Gushes from the throats of birds, hid in the foliage of trees, as the
 sun is risen;
 Breezes of land and love--breezes set from living shores out to you
 on the living sea--to you, O sailors!
 Frost-mellow'd berries, and Third-month twigs, offer'd fresh to young
 persons wandering out in the fields when the winter breaks up,
 Love-buds, put before you and within you, whoever you are,
 Buds to be unfolded on the old terms;
 If you bring the warmth of the sun to them, they will open, and bring
 form, color, perfume, to you;
 If you become the aliment and the wet, they will become flowers,
 fruits, tall blanches and trees. 10