Walt Whitman

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

An Army Corps On The March - Poem by Walt Whitman

WITH its cloud of skirmishers in advance,
With now the sound of a single shot, snapping like a whip, and now an
irregular volley,
The swarming ranks press on and on, the dense brigades press on;
Glittering dimly, toiling under the sun--the dust-cover'd men,
In columns rise and fall to the undulations of the ground,
With artillery interspers'd--the wheels rumble, the horses sweat,
As the army corps advances.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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