Walt Whitman - Italian Music in Dakota

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Walt Whitman - Italian Music in Dakota

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Through the soft evening air enwinding all Rocks, woods, fort, cannon, pacing sentries, endless wilds In dulcet streams, in flutes' and cornets' notes Electric, pensive, turbulent, artificial (Yet strangely fitting even here, meanings unknown before Subtler than ever, more harmony, as if born here, related here Not to the city's fresco'd rooms, not to the audience of the opеra house Sounds, echoes, wandеring strains, as really here at home Sonnambula's innocent love, trios with Norma's anguish And thy ecstatic chorus Poliuto;) Ray'd in the limpid yellow slanting sundown Music, Italian music in Dakota While Nature, sovereign of this gnarl'd realm Lurking in hidden barbaric grim recesses Acknowledging rapport however far remov'd (As some old root or soil of earth its last-born flower or fruit,) Listens well pleas'd

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  • Walt Whitman