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 "id": "walt-whitman/come-up-from-the-fields-father",
 "title": "Come Up from the Fields Father",
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 "poet": "Walt Whitman",
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 "language": "en",
 "book": "Leaves of Grass",
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 "sequence": 155,
 "container": "Drum-Taps",
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 "first_published": {
  "year": 1865,
  "venue": "Drum-Taps (New York, 1865)",
  "note": "Located in this edition by matching this text's lines against the 1865 Drum-Taps scan. The corpus text follows the 1891–92 arrangement, by which the poem had been revised. First located printing is this volume; an earlier periodical printing has not been established.",
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   "https://archive.org/details/leavesgrass03whitgoog"
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  "rights": "public domain (SE dedication; underlying text pre-1931)"
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  "last_checked": "2026-08-12"
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   {
    "text": "Come up from the fields father, here’s a letter from our Pete,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "And come to the front door mother, here’s a letter from thy dear son.",
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   }
  ],
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   {
    "text": "Lo, ’tis autumn,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Lo, where the trees, deeper green, yellower and redder,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Cool and sweeten Ohio’s villages with leaves fluttering in the moderate wind,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Where apples ripe in the orchards hang and grapes on the trellis’d vines,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "(Smell you the smell of the grapes on the vines?",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Smell you the buckwheat where the bees were lately buzzing?)",
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   }
  ],
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   {
    "text": "Above all, lo, the sky so calm, so transparent after the rain, and with wondrous clouds,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Below too, all calm, all vital and beautiful, and the farm prospers well.",
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   }
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   {
    "text": "Down in the fields all prospers well,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "But now from the fields come father, come at the daughter’s call,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "And come to the entry mother, to the front door come right away.",
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   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Fast as she can she hurries, something ominous, her steps trembling,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "She does not tarry to smooth her hair nor adjust her cap.",
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   }
  ],
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   {
    "text": "Open the envelope quickly,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "O this is not our son’s writing, yet his name is sign’d,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "O a strange hand writes for our dear son, O stricken mother’s soul!",
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   },
   {
    "text": "All swims before her eyes, flashes with black, she catches the main words only,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Sentences broken, gunshot wound in the breast, cavalry skirmish, taken to hospital,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "At present low, but will soon be better.",
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   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Ah now the single figure to me,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Amid all teeming and wealthy Ohio with all its cities and farms,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Sickly white in the face and dull in the head, very faint,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "By the jamb of a door leans.",
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   }
  ],
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   {
    "text": "Grieve not so, dear mother, (the just-grown daughter speaks through her sobs,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "The little sisters huddle around speechless and dismay’d,)",
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   },
   {
    "text": "See, dearest mother, the letter says Pete will soon be better.",
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   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Alas poor boy, he will never be better, (nor may-be needs to be better, that brave and simple soul,)",
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   },
   {
    "text": "While they stand at home at the door he is dead already,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "The only son is dead.",
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  [
   {
    "text": "But the mother needs to be better,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "She with thin form presently drest in black,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "By day her meals untouch’d, then at night fitfully sleeping, often waking,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "In the midnight waking, weeping, longing with one deep longing,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "O that she might withdraw unnoticed, silent from life escape and withdraw,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "To follow, to seek, to be with her dear dead son.",
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   }
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