Walt Whitman

(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892 / New York / United States)

A Clear Midnight - Poem by Walt Whitman

THIS is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou
lovest best.
Night, sleep, death and the stars.


Comments about A Clear Midnight by Walt Whitman

  • (11/26/2016 7:49:00 AM)

    Free flight
    Sincerely, I feel it.Fantastic! (Report) Reply

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  • R Soos (11/21/2016 9:29:00 AM)

    Amen
    'Tis so true - I have noticed many times when tagging my poems, one of those four themes are major factors in my thoughts. Whitman as prophet =: -) (Report) Reply

  • Dr.subhendu Kar (10/28/2016 12:46:00 PM)


    so awesome when free from all, as creation.. (Report) Reply

  • Annette Aitken (10/16/2016 12:12:00 PM)


    Beautiful..peacful poem.....sets your mind at ease.... (Report) Reply

  • Menato San (8/3/2016 12:23:00 AM)


    Night, sleep, death and the stars (Report) Reply

  • (3/17/2016 9:13:00 PM)


    I think that this may not be Whitman's best poem, but the implied theme and meaning behind his words is strong, meaningful, and to the point. (Report) Reply

  • Frank Blacharczyk (9/13/2015 8:08:00 AM)


    Where the mind is free to think and create hopefully to remember. (Report) Reply

  • (4/27/2015 1:18:00 AM)


    Beautiful. (Report) Reply

  • (4/16/2015 11:39:00 AM)


    The poem is replete with alliteration (this thy, free flight, fully forth, themes thou), assonance (hour o soul, free flight, day erased, silent gazing pondering). The soft sounds (th, ou, ay) add to its flow like a breeze flows. What an amazing creation! (Report) Reply

  • Captain Herbert Poetry (4/26/2014 5:17:00 AM)


    I feel the depth of the poem and the poet. Short but very wide in mening (Report) Reply

  • Michelle Claus (4/11/2014 11:09:00 PM)


    My favorite poem by Walt Whitman. (Report) Reply

  • (4/11/2014 11:00:00 AM)


    Beautiful poem. In silence soul's journey continues. (Report) Reply

  • Richard Blay (4/11/2014 3:15:00 AM)


    lovely poem. when night comes the ends it work while the soul continues; going places this our mortal bodies can't go- dreaming of course. (Report) Reply

  • Daniel Brick (4/11/2014 2:53:00 AM)


    This is clearly a later poem by Whitman, when he has raised his gaze to the sky, the night sky, and contemplates the stars. It is preparatory to death, our human mortality in general and his own encounter in particular. His advice to his loyal readers: You have followed me on my journeys through the world, observing people at work, at play, in groups or alone, pursuing happiness and profit and life, Now come with me into the realm of silence, vastness, a new existence after the crossing the greatest of all threshold. I'll go first. I'll wait for you and take your hand if you're scared. The fear won't last long, I promise, but the wonder will be endless.. (Report) Reply

  • Vishnu V (2/10/2014 3:41:00 AM)


    i am not sure what Walt means in this beautifully crafted poem.The only thing i can imagine is that there will be a time once in your life where you have to stop all the thing you are doin and drown into the place where you throw away your books, passion, art whatever you are because the day is done and lessons you have learned from your life is done.
    you are coming back now but uou are silent, gazing and thikin over the things you love most in your life was it worth it after all there is Night wher you will sleep and one day you will die and above you there will be stars.
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  • (1/4/2014 6:20:00 AM)


    the inevitable end comes. (Report) Reply

  • (11/15/2013 6:15:00 PM)


    this is a nicely written masterpiece :) (Report) Reply

  • (10/15/2013 1:06:00 PM)


    What brilliance from these pages! (Report) Reply

  • (4/11/2013 6:03:00 PM)


    I am limited on my education so feel timid even placing my reaction here but I loved this piece as it felt as a sigh of relief after a day of busy thoughts. I really appreciated how his words seemed unrestricted just natural in itself as one would be just before drifting off. (Report) Reply

  • Besa Dede (4/11/2013 12:24:00 PM)


    A clear Midnight's description-prose, indeed. It's time for the soul to open its wings and fly where the body was limited of trodding during the day. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

Poem Edited: Thursday, December 12, 2013


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