Whispers of Heavenly Death
Walt Whitman
1819 to 1892
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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With at times a half-dimm'd sadden'd far-off star,
Mournfully slowly they roll, silently swelling and mixing,
Footsteps gently ascending, mystical breezes wafted soft and low,
Labial gossip of night, sibilant chorals,
(Or is it the plashing of tears? the measureless waters of human tears?)
Some soul is passing over.)
(Some parturition rather, some solemn immortal birth;
I see, just see skyward, great cloud-masses,
Whispers of heavenly death murmur'd I hear,
Appearing and disappearing.
On the frontiers to eyes impenetrable,
Ripples of unseen rivers, tides of a current flowing, forever flowing,