To The Pending Year

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Title:     To The Pending Year
Author: Walt Whitman [More Titles by Whitman]

Have I no weapon-word for thee--some message brief and fierce?
(Have I fought out and done indeed the battle?) Is there no shot left,
For all thy affectations, lisps, scorns, manifold silliness?
Nor for myself--my own rebellious self in thee?

Down, down, proud gorge!--though choking thee;
Thy bearded throat and high-borne forehead to the gutter;
Crouch low thy neck to eleemosynary gifts.

[The end]
Walt Whitman's poem: To The Pending Year

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