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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:

"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


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


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


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


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



Rapidly crossing the West with springy gait, and

descending the


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


Year that suddenly sang by the mouths of the round-

lipp'd cannon,

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