PoetrySelected 24 Sep 2026
Native Moments.
A poem by Walt Whitman.
American · English
Walt WhitmanBefore 1892
English translation prepared automatically for the Brief. Original sources and creator credits remain the reference.
NATIVE moments! when you come upon me—Ah you are here now!Give me now libidinous joys only!Give me the drench of my passions! Give me life coarse and rank!To-day, I go consort with nature’s darlings—to-night too;I am for those who believe in loose delights—I share the midnight orgies of young men;I dance with the dancers, and drink with the drinkers;The echoes ring with our indecent calls;I take for my love some prostitute—I pick out some low person for my dearest friend,He shall be lawless, rude, illiterate—he shall be one condemn’d by others for deeds done;I will play a part no longer—Why should I exile myself from my companions?O you shunn’d persons! I at least do not shun you,I come forthwith in your midst—I will be your poet,I will be more to you than to any of the rest.
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Creator: Walt Whitman
Nationality / cultural background: American
Work / edition: Before 1892
Historical public-domain poem. Verse and line breaks retained.
In the source: Native Moments.
Selected for the Brief on 24 Sep 2026. This date records our selection, rather than when the work was created.
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