Treasure Island

Walt Whitman

(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892 / New York / United States)

Poems of Walt Whitman

301. Unnamed Lands 12/31/2002
302. Vicouac On A Mountain Side 12/31/2002
303. Vigil Strange I Kept on the Field one Night 1/1/2004
304. Virgil Strange I Kept On The Field 12/31/2002
305. Virginia--The West 12/31/2002
306. Visor'd 12/31/2002
307. Voices 12/31/2002
308. Walt Whitman's Caution 12/31/2002
309. Wandering At Morn 12/31/2002
310. Warble Of Lilac-Time 12/31/2002
311. We Two Boys Together Clinging 12/31/2002
312. We Two-How Long We Were Fool'd 12/31/2002
313. Weave In, Weave In, My Hardy Life 12/31/2002
314. What Am I, After All? 12/31/2002
315. What Best I See In Thee 12/31/2002
316. What General Has A Good Army 12/31/2002
317. What Place Is Besieged? 12/31/2002
318. What Think You I Take My Pen In Hand? 12/31/2002
319. What Weeping Face 12/31/2002
320. When I Heard At The Close Of The Day 12/31/2002

A Paumanok Picture

TWO boats with nets lying off the sea-beach, quite still,
Ten fishermen waiting--they discover a thick school of mossbonkers--
they drop the join'd seine-ends in the water,
The boats separate and row off, each on its rounding course to the
beach, enclosing the mossbonkers,
The net is drawn in by a windlass by those who stop ashore,
Some of the fishermen lounge in their boats, others stand ankle-deep
in the water, pois'd on strong legs,
The boats

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