Walt Whitman

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

I Heard You, Solemn-Sweep Pipes Of The Organ - Poem by Walt Whitman


I HEARD you, solemn-sweet pipes of the organ, as last Sunday morn I
pass'd the church;
Winds of autumn!--as I walk'd the woods at dusk, I heard your long-
stretch'd sighs, up above, so mournful;
I heard the perfect Italian tenor, singing at the opera--I heard the
soprano in the midst of the quartet singing;
... Heart of my love!--you too I heard, murmuring low, through one of
the wrists around my head;
Heard the pulse of you, when all was still, ringing little bells last
night under my ear.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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