Walt Whitman

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

O Sun Of Real Peace

Poem by Walt Whitman

O SUN of real peace! O hastening light!
O free and extatic! O what I here, preparing, warble for!
O the sun of the world will ascend, dazzling, and take his height--
and you too, O my Ideal, will surely ascend!
O so amazing and broad--up there resplendent, darting and burning!
O vision prophetic, stagger'd with weight of light! with pouring
glories!
O lips of my soul, already becoming powerless!
O ample and grand Presidentiads! Now the war, the war is over!
New history! new heroes! I project you!
Visions of poets! only you really last! sweep on! sweep on!
O heights too swift and dizzy yet! 10
O purged and luminous! you threaten me more than I can stand!
(I must not venture--the ground under my feet menaces me--it will not
support me:
O future too immense,)--O present, I return, while yet I may, to you.


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  • Louemile Rosch MangulabnanLouemile Rosch Mangulabnan (5/30/2019 1:06:00 AM)

    (I must not venture- the ground under my feet menaces me- it will not
    support me:
    O future too immense,) - O present, I return, while yet I may, to you.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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