Walt Whitman

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

Long, Too Long America - Poem by Walt Whitman

Long, too long America,
Traveling roads all even and peaceful you learn'd from joys and prosperity only,
But now, ah now, to learn from crises of anguish, advancing, grappling with direst fate and recoiling not,
And now to conceive and show to the world what your children en-masse really are,
(For who except myself has yet conceiv'd what your children en-masse really are?)

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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