Poetry & Verse
Pensive on Her Dead Gazing, I Heard the Mother of All.
By Walt WhitmanSource: Walt Whitman - PoetryDB (Public Domain)204 words
PENSIVE, on her dead gazing, I heard the Mother of All, Desperate, on the torn bodies, on the forms covering the battle-fields gazing; (As the...
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PENSIVE, on her dead gazing, I heard the Mother of All, Desperate, on the torn bodies, on the forms covering the battle-fields gazing; (As the last gun ceased—but the scent of the powder-smoke linger’d;) As she call’d to her earth with mournful voice while she stalk’d: Absorb them well, O my earth, she cried—I charge you, lose not my sons!…
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