Walt Whitman

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

The Sobbing Of The Bells


THE sobbing of the bells, the sudden death-news everywhere,
The slumberers rouse, the rapport of the People,
(Full well they know that message in the darkness,
Full well return, respond within their breasts, their brains, the sad
reverberations,)
The passionate toll and clang--city to city, joining, sounding,
passing,
Those heart-beats of a Nation in the night.

Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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  • Shelly Robertson (12/2/2005 10:54:00 AM)

    Whitman talks about death and lonliness. He writes about how this lonliness is felt inside of these people's hearts not only there brains. (Report) Reply

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