True Conquerors

Old farmers, travelers, workmen (no matter how crippled or bent,)
Old sailors, out of many a perilous voyage, storm and wreck,
Old soldiers from campaigns, with all their wounds, defeats and scars;
Enough that they’ve survived at all⁠—long life’s unflinching ones!
Forth from their struggles, trials, fights, to have emerged at all⁠—in that alone,
True conquerors o’er all the rest.

Where this text comes from

First published in November Boughs (Philadelphia: David McKay, 1888). Printed in “Sands at Seventy,” the verse section of November Boughs, and gathered into Leaves of Grass as the First Annex in 1891–92, which is the arrangement the corpus text follows. First located printing is this volume; an earlier periodical printing has not been established. [1] [2]

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Cite this poem

Walt Whitman (1819–1892). “True Conquerors.” First published in November Boughs (Philadelphia: David McKay, 1888). Text: Poem Index, https://poemindex.org/walt-whitman/true-conquerors/. Append #L14 to cite line 14, or #L4-L9 for lines 4–9.

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