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Best Famous Triune Poems

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Written by Walt Whitman | Create an image from this poem

Kosmos

 WHO includes diversity, and is Nature, 
Who is the amplitude of the earth, and the coarseness and sexuality of the earth, and the
 great
 charity of the earth, and the equilibrium also, 
Who has not look’d forth from the windows, the eyes, for nothing, or whose brain held
 audience with messengers for nothing; 
Who contains believers and disbelievers—Who is the most majestic lover; 
Who holds duly his or her triune proportion of realism, spiritualism, and of the
 aesthetic, or
 intellectual,
Who, having consider’d the Body, finds all its organs and parts good; 
Who, out of the theory of the earth, and of his or her body, understands by subtle
 analogies
 all other theories, 
The theory of a city, a poem, and of the large politics of These States; 
Who believes not only in our globe, with its sun and moon, but in other globes, with their
 suns
 and moons; 
Who, constructing the house of himself or herself, not for a day, but for all time, sees
 races,
 eras, dates, generations,
The past, the future, dwelling there, like space, inseparable together.


Written by Walt Whitman | Create an image from this poem

States!

 STATES! 
Were you looking to be held together by the lawyers? 
By an agreement on a paper? Or by arms? 

Away! 
I arrive, bringing these, beyond all the forces of courts and arms,
These! to hold you together as firmly as the earth itself is held together. 

The old breath of life, ever new, 
Here! I pass it by contact to you, America. 

O mother! have you done much for me? 
Behold, there shall from me be much done for you.

There shall from me be a new friendship—It shall be called after my name, 
It shall circulate through The States, indifferent of place, 
It shall twist and intertwist them through and around each other—Compact shall they
 be,
 showing new signs, 
Affection shall solve every one of the problems of freedom, 
Those who love each other shall be invincible,
They shall finally make America completely victorious, in my name. 

One from Massachusetts shall be comrade to a Missourian, 
One from Maine or Vermont, and a Carolinian and an Oregonese, shall be friends triune,
 more
 precious to each other than all the riches of the earth. 

To Michigan shall be wafted perfume from Florida, 
To the Mannahatta from Cuba or Mexico,
Not the perfume of flowers, but sweeter, and wafted beyond death. 

No danger shall balk Columbia’s lovers, 
If need be, a thousand shall sternly immolate themselves for one, 
The Kanuck shall be willing to lay down his life for the Kansian, and the Kansian for the
 Kanuck, on due need. 

It shall be customary in all directions, in the houses and streets, to see manly
 affection,
The departing brother or friend shall salute the remaining brother or friend with a kiss. 

There shall be innovations, 
There shall be countless linked hands—namely, the Northeasterner’s, and the
 Northwesterner’s, and the Southwesterner’s, and those of the interior, and all
 their
 brood, 
These shall be masters of the world under a new power, 
They shall laugh to scorn the attacks of all the remainder of the world.

The most dauntless and rude shall touch face to face lightly, 
The dependence of Liberty shall be lovers, 
The continuance of Equality shall be comrades. 

These shall tie and band stronger than hoops of iron, 
I, extatic, O partners! O lands! henceforth with the love of lovers tie you.
Written by Walt Whitman | Create an image from this poem

Over the Carnage

 OVER the carnage rose prophetic a voice, 
Be not dishearten’d—Affection shall solve the problems of Freedom yet; 
Those who love each other shall become invincible—they shall yet make Columbia
 victorious.


Sons of the Mother of All! you shall yet be victorious! 
You shall yet laugh to scorn the attacks of all the remainder of the earth.

No danger shall balk Columbia’s lovers; 
If need be, a thousand shall sternly immolate themselves for one. 

One from Massachusetts shall be a Missourian’s comrade; 
From Maine and from hot Carolina, and another, an Oregonese, shall be friends triune, 
More precious to each other than all the riches of the earth.

To Michigan, Florida perfumes shall tenderly come; 
Not the perfumes of flowers, but sweeter, and wafted beyond death. 

It shall be customary in the houses and streets to see manly affection; 
The most dauntless and rude shall touch face to face lightly; 
The dependence of Liberty shall be lovers,
The continuance of Equality shall be comrades. 

These shall tie you and band you stronger than hoops of iron; 
I, extatic, O partners! O lands! with the love of lovers tie you. 

(Were you looking to be held together by the lawyers? 
Or by an agreement on a paper? or by arms?
—Nay—nor the world, nor any living thing, will so cohere.)
Written by John Berryman | Create an image from this poem

Dream Song 85: Op. posth. no. 8

 Flak. An eventful thought came to me,
who squirm in my hole. How will the matter end?
Who's king these nights?
What happened to . . . day? Are ships abroad?
I would like to but may not entertain a friend.
Save me from ghastly frights,

Triune! My wood or word seems to be rotting.
I daresay I'm collapsing. Worms are at hand.
No, all that froze,
I mean the blood. 'O get up & go in'
somewhere once I heard. Nowadays I doze.
It's cold here.

The cold is ultimating. The cold is cold.
I am—I should be held together by—
but I am breaking up
and Henry now has come to a full stop—
vanisht his vision, if there was, & fold
him over himself quietly.

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