Walt Whitman

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

When I Peruse The Conquer'D Fame - Poem by Walt Whitman


WHEN I peruse the conquer'd fame of heroes, and the victories of
mighty generals, I do not envy the generals,
Nor the President in his Presidency, nor the rich in his great house;
But when I hear of the brotherhood of lovers, how it was with them,
How through life, through dangers, odium, unchanging, long and long,
Through youth, and through middle and old age, how unfaltering, how
affectionate and faithful they were,
Then I am pensive--I hastily walk away, fill'd with the bitterest
envy.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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