Walt Whitman @skeetsofgrass.bsky.social · 19mHe staid with me a week before he was recuperated and passed north, 021
Walt Whitman @skeetsofgrass.bsky.social · 2hAnd remember putting plasters on the galls of his neck and ankles; 030
Walt Whitman @skeetsofgrass.bsky.social · 4hAnd remember perfectly well his revolving eyes and his awkwardness, 030
Walt Whitman @skeetsofgrass.bsky.social · 6hAnd gave him a room that entered from my own, and gave him some coarse clean clothes, 030
Walt Whitman @skeetsofgrass.bsky.social · 8hAnd brought water and filled a tub for his sweated body and bruised feet, 010
Walt Whitman @skeetsofgrass.bsky.social · 10hAnd went where he sat on a log, and led him in and assured him, 110
Walt Whitman @skeetsofgrass.bsky.social · 12hThrough the swung half-door of the kitchen I saw him limpsey and weak, 030
Walt Whitman @skeetsofgrass.bsky.social · 14hI heard his motions crackling the twigs of the woodpile, 061
Walt Whitman @skeetsofgrass.bsky.social · 16hThe runaway slave came to my house and stopped outside, 021
Walt Whitman @skeetsofgrass.bsky.social · 18hShe had long eyelashes .... her head was bare .... her coarse straight locks descended upon her voluptuous limbs and reached to her feet. 031
Walt Whitman @skeetsofgrass.bsky.social · 20hOne hand rested on his rifle .... the other hand held firmly the wrist of the red girl, 041
Walt Whitman @skeetsofgrass.bsky.social · 22hOn a bank lounged the trapper .... he was dressed mostly in skins .... his luxuriant beard and curls protected his neck, 042
Walt Whitman @skeetsofgrass.bsky.social · 29/09/2026Her father and his friends sat near by crosslegged and dumbly smoking .... they had moccasins to their feet and large thick blankets hanging from their shoulders; 032
Walt Whitman @skeetsofgrass.bsky.social · 29/09/2026I saw the marriage of the trapper in the open air in the far-west .... the bride was a red girl, 043
Walt Whitman @skeetsofgrass.bsky.social · 29/09/2026You should have been with us that day round the chowder-kettle. 061
Walt Whitman @skeetsofgrass.bsky.social · 29/09/2026I tucked my trowser-ends in my boots and went and had a good time, 081
Walt Whitman @skeetsofgrass.bsky.social · 29/09/2026The boatmen and clamdiggers arose early and stopped for me, 031
Walt Whitman @skeetsofgrass.bsky.social · 29/09/2026My eyes settle the land .... I bend at her prow or shout joyously from the deck. 021
Walt Whitman @skeetsofgrass.bsky.social · 29/09/2026The Yankee clipper is under her three skysails .... she cuts the sparkle and scud, 021
Walt Whitman @skeetsofgrass.bsky.social · 29/09/2026Soundly falling asleep on the gathered leaves, my dog and gun by my side. 082
Walt Whitman @skeetsofgrass.bsky.social · 29/09/2026Kindling a fire and broiling the freshkilled game, 052
Walt Whitman @skeetsofgrass.bsky.social · 29/09/2026In the late afternoon choosing a safe spot to pass the night, 081
Walt Whitman @skeetsofgrass.bsky.social · 28/09/2026Wandering amazed at my own lightness and glee, 074
Walt Whitman @skeetsofgrass.bsky.social · 28/09/2026And roll head over heels, and tangle my hair full of wisps. 032
Walt Whitman @skeetsofgrass.bsky.social · 28/09/2026I jump from the crossbeams, and seize the clover and timothy, 161
Walt Whitman @skeetsofgrass.bsky.social · 28/09/2026I felt its soft jolts .... one leg reclined on the other, 041
Walt Whitman @skeetsofgrass.bsky.social · 28/09/2026I am there .... I help .... I came stretched atop of the load, 061
Walt Whitman @skeetsofgrass.bsky.social · 28/09/2026The clear light plays on the brown gray and green intertinged, 021
Walt Whitman @skeetsofgrass.bsky.social · 28/09/2026The dried grass of the harvest-time loads the slow-drawn wagon, 031
Walt Whitman @skeetsofgrass.bsky.social · 28/09/2026The big doors of the country-barn stand open and ready, 071
Walt Whitman @skeetsofgrass.bsky.social · 28/09/2026I mind them or the resonance of them .... I come again and again. 052
Walt Whitman @skeetsofgrass.bsky.social · 28/09/2026Arrests of criminals, slights, adulterous offers made, acceptances, rejections with convex lips, 063
Walt Whitman @skeetsofgrass.bsky.social · 27/09/2026What living and buried speech is always vibrating here .... what howls restrained by decorum, 021
Walt Whitman @skeetsofgrass.bsky.social · 27/09/2026What exclamations of women taken suddenly, who hurry home and give birth to babes, 041
Walt Whitman @skeetsofgrass.bsky.social · 27/09/2026What groans of overfed or half-starved who fall on the flags sunstruck or in fits, 051
Walt Whitman @skeetsofgrass.bsky.social · 27/09/2026The souls moving along .... are they invisible while the least atom of the stones is visible? 042
Walt Whitman @skeetsofgrass.bsky.social · 27/09/2026The impassive stones that receive and return so many echoes, 051
Walt Whitman @skeetsofgrass.bsky.social · 27/09/2026The excited crowd – the policeman with his star quickly working his passage to the centre of the crowd; 032
Walt Whitman @skeetsofgrass.bsky.social · 27/09/2026The meeting of enemies, the sudden oath, the blows and fall, 021
Walt Whitman @skeetsofgrass.bsky.social · 27/09/2026The flap of the curtained litter – the sick man inside, borne to the hospital, 022
Walt Whitman @skeetsofgrass.bsky.social · 27/09/2026The hurrahs for popular favorites .... the fury of roused mobs, 062
Walt Whitman @skeetsofgrass.bsky.social · 27/09/2026The carnival of sleighs, the clinking and shouted jokes and pelts of snowballs; 021
Walt Whitman @skeetsofgrass.bsky.social · 27/09/2026The heavy omnibus, the driver with his interrogating thumb, the clank of the shod horses on the granite floor, 041
Walt Whitman @skeetsofgrass.bsky.social · 27/09/2026The blab of the pave .... the tires of carts and sluff of bootsoles and talk of the promenaders, 031
Walt Whitman @skeetsofgrass.bsky.social · 26/09/2026It is so .... I witnessed the corpse .... there the pistol had fallen. 041
Walt Whitman @skeetsofgrass.bsky.social · 26/09/2026The suicide sprawls on the bloody floor of the bedroom, 062
Walt Whitman @skeetsofgrass.bsky.social · 26/09/2026The youngster and the redfaced girl turn aside up the bushy hill, 042