by Whitman · Cluster: Ode · Nature vs Civilization · Pastoral Retreat
Abstract
A wintry pastoral of cheerful rural sounds, the old man among them insisting he has not given out yet but keeps up the lilt from his snowy hairs.
Connections
Topoi: Pastoral Retreat Motifs: Winter, Nature, Music and Song Themes & Concepts: Mortality Forms & Genres: Lyric Settings: Pastoral Countryside
Testo integrale / Full text
Cluster: GOOD-BYE MY FANCY
Sounds of the winter too,
Sunshine upon the mountains—many a distant strain
From cheery railroad train—from nearer field, barn, house,
The whispering air—even the mute crops, garner’d apples, corn,
Children’s and women’s tones—rhythm of many a farmer and of flail,
An old man’s garrulous lips among the rest, Think not we give out yet,
Forth from these snowy hairs we keep up yet the lilt.