Walt Whitman

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

The Imprisoned Soul - Poem by Walt Whitman

AT the last, tenderly,
From the walls of the powerful, fortress'd house,
From the clasp of the knitted locks--from the keep of the well-closed
Let me be wafted.

Let me glide noiselessly forth;
With the key of softness unlock the locks--with a whisper
Set ope the doors, O soul!

Tenderly! be not impatient!
(Strong is your hold, O mortal flesh!
Strong is your hold, O love!)

Comments about The Imprisoned Soul by Walt Whitman

  • Rookie Melissa Jones (12/2/2005 11:12:00 AM)

    I totally agree with you Nicole. I think that we all have problems, and feel like there is no solution, but lots of times we dont' let people know what's going on. This is a very true and good poem. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Nicole Green (12/2/2005 10:49:00 AM)

    I think that we all, in a way, feel the same. Like we're being trapped and we can't let anybody know how we really feel or we'll lose a part of ourself. Whitman really hit the nail on the head with this poem and its ability to speak universally. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003

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