The Poetry Corner

To A Certain Civilian

By Walt Whitman

Did YOU ask dulcet rhymes from me? Did you seek the civilian's peaceful and languishing rhymes? Did you find what I sang erewhile so hard to follow? Why I was not singing erewhile for you to follow, to understand nor am I now; (I have been born of the same as the war was born; The drum-corps' harsh rattle is to me sweet music I love well the martial dirge, With slow wail, and convulsive throb, leading the officer's funeral:) What to such as you, anyhow, such a poet as I? therefore leave my works, And go lull yourself with what you can understand and with piano- tunes; For I lull nobody and you will never understand me.