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Walt Whitman

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

Poems of Walt Whitman

101. Hush'd Be The Camps To-day 12/31/2002
102. I Am He That Aches With Love 12/31/2002
103. I Dream'd In A Dream 12/31/2002
104. I Hear America Singing 12/31/2002
105. I Hear It Was Charged Against Me 12/31/2002
106. I Heard You, Solemn-sweep Pipes Of The Organ 12/31/2002
107. I Saw In Louisiana A Live Oak Growing 12/31/2002
108. I Saw Old General At Bay 12/31/2002
109. I Sing The Body Electric 12/31/2002
110. I Sit And Look Out 12/31/2002
111. I Thought I Was Not Alone 12/31/2002
112. I Was Looking A Long While 12/31/2002
113. I Will Take An Egg Out Of The Robin's Nest 12/31/2002
114. In Cabin'd Ships At Sea 12/31/2002
115. In Former Songs 12/31/2002
116. In Midnight Sleep 12/31/2002
117. In Paths Untrodden 12/31/2002
118. In The New Garden In All The Parts 12/31/2002
119. Inscription 12/31/2002
120. Italian Music In Dakota 12/31/2002

A Paumanok Picture

TWO boats with nets lying off the sea-beach, quite still,
Ten fishermen waiting--they discover a thick school of mossbonkers--
they drop the join'd seine-ends in the water,
The boats separate and row off, each on its rounding course to the
beach, enclosing the mossbonkers,
The net is drawn in by a windlass by those who stop ashore,
Some of the fishermen lounge in their boats, others stand ankle-deep
in the water, pois'd on strong legs,
The boats

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