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Walt Whitman - Artilleryman’s Vision, The.

WHILE my wife at my side lies slumbering, and the wars are over long, 
And my head on the pillow rests at home, and the vacant midnight passes, 
And through the stillness, through the dark, I hear, just hear, the breath of my infant, 
There in the room, as I wake from sleep, this vision presses upon me: 
The engagement opens there and then, in fantasy unreal;
The skirmishers begin—they crawl cautiously ahead—I hear the irregular snap!
    snap! 
I hear the sounds of the different missiles—the short t-h-t! t-h-t! of the
    rifle
	balls; 
I see the shells exploding, leaving small white clouds—I hear the great shells
    shrieking
	as
	they pass; 
The grape, like the hum and whirr of wind through the trees, (quick, tumultuous, now the
	contest
	rages!) 
All the scenes at the batteries themselves rise in detail before me again;
The crashing and smoking—the pride of the men in their pieces; 
The chief gunner ranges and sights his piece, and selects a fuse of the right time; 
After firing, I see him lean aside, and look eagerly off to note the effect; 
—Elsewhere I hear the cry of a regiment charging—(the young colonel leads
    himself
	this
	time, with brandish’d sword;) 
I see the gaps cut by the enemy’s volleys, (quickly fill’d up, no delay;)
I breathe the suffocating smoke—then the flat clouds hover low, concealing all; 
Now a strange lull comes for a few seconds, not a shot fired on either side; 
Then resumed, the chaos louder than ever, with eager calls, and orders of officers; 
While from some distant part of the field the wind wafts to my ears a shout of applause,
    (some
	special success;) 
And ever the sound of the cannon, far or near, (rousing, even in dreams, a devilish
    exultation,
	and
	all the old mad joy, in the depths of my soul;)
And ever the hastening of infantry shifting positions—batteries, cavalry, moving
    hither
	and
	thither; 
(The falling, dying, I heed not—the wounded, dripping and red, I heed not—some
    to the
	rear
	are hobbling;) 
Grime, heat, rush—aid-de-camps galloping by, or on a full run; 
With the patter of small arms, the warning s-s-t of the rifles, (these in my vision
    I
	hear or
	see,) 
And bombs busting in air, and at night the vari-color’d rockets.

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Poet: Walt Whitman
Poem: 24. Artilleryman’s Vision, The.
Volume: Leaves of Grass
- 8. Drum-Taps
Year: Published/Written in 1900
Poem of the Day: Feb 12 2009

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