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A "Poem of the Day" from your library in celebration of National Poetry Month

4/13/2015  A "Poem of the Day" from your library in celebration of National Poetry Month. For more information click: http://www.poets.org/national-poetry-month/home

"1861" by Walt Whitman

ARM'D year! Year of the struggle!

No dainty rhymes or sentimental love verses for you,

terrible year!

Not you as some pale poetling, seated at a desk,

lisping cadenzas

piano;

But as a strong man, erect, clothed in blue clothes,

advancing,

carrying a rifle on your shoulder,

With well-gristled body and sunburnt face and hands

-with a knife in

the belt at your side,

As I heard you shouting loud - you sonorous voice

ringing across the

continent;

Your masculine voice, O year, as rising amid the great

cities,

Amid the men of Manhattan I saw you, as one of the

workmen, the

dwellers in Manhattan;

Or with large steps crossing the prairies out of Illinois

and

Indiana,

Rapidly crossing the West with springy gait, and

descending the

Alleghanies;

Or down from the great lakes, or in Pennsylvania, or on

deck along

the Ohio river;

Or southward along the Tennessee or Cumberland

rivers, or at

Chattanooga on the mountain top,

Saw I your gait and saw I your sinewy limbs, clothed in

blue, bearing

weapons, robust year;

Heard your determin'd voice, launch'd forth again and

again;

Year that suddenly sang by the mouths of the round-

lipp'd cannon,

I repeat you, hurrying, crashing, sad, distracted year.

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