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By Anonym 18 Sep

Walt Whitman

Song of myself Now I will do nothing but listen, To accrue what I hear into this song, to let sounds contribute toward it. I hear bravuras of birds, bustle of growing wheat, gossip of flames, clack of sticks cooking my meals, I hear the sound I love, the sound of the human voice, I hear all sounds running together, combined, fused or following, Sounds of the city and sounds out of the city, sounds of the day and night, Talkative young ones to those that like them, the loud laugh of work-people at their meals, The angry base of disjointed friendship, the faint tones of the sick, The judge with hands tight to the desk, his pallid lips pronouncing a death-sentence, The heave'e'yo of stevedores unlading ships by the wharves, the refrain of the anchor-lifters, The ring of alarm-bells, the cry of fire, the whirr of swift-streaking engines and hose-carts with premonitory tinkles and color'd lights, The steam-whistle, the solid roll of the train of approaching cars, The slow march play'd at the head of the association marching two and two, (They go to guard some corpse, the flag-tops are draped with black muslin.) I hear the violoncello, ('tis the young man's heart's complaint,) I hear the key'd cornet, it glides quickly in through my ears, It shakes mad-sweet pangs through my belly and breast. I hear the chorus, it is a grand opera, Ah this indeed is music--this suits me.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Walt Whitman

Produce great men, the rest follows.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Walt Whitman

Well, every man has a religion; has something in heaven or earth which he will give up everything else for - something which absorbs him - which may be regarded by others as being useless - yet it is his dream, it is his lodestar, it is his master. That, whatever it is, seized upon me, made me its servant, slave - induced me to set aside the other ambitions a trail of glory in the heavens, which I followed, followed with a full heart. ...When once I am convinced, I never let go.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Walt Whitman

O you youths, Western youths, So impatient, full of action, full of manly pride and friendship, Plain I see you Western youths, see you tramping with the foremost, Pioneers! O pioneers!

By Anonym 15 Sep

Walt Whitman

There can be no theory of any account unless it corroborate with the theory of the earth.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Walt Whitman

Under the specious pretext of effecting 'the happiness of the whole community,' nearly all the wrongs and intrusions of government has been carried through.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Walt Whitman

Love the earth and sun and animals, Despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks, Stand up for the stupid and crazy, Devote your income and labor to others... And your very flesh shall be a great poem.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Walt Whitman

Why should I wish to see God better than this day? I see something of God each hour of the twenty-four, and each moment then, In the faces of men and women I see God, and in my own face in the glass; I find letters from God dropped in the street, and every one is signed by God's name, And I leave them where they are, for I know that others will punctually come forever and ever.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Walt Whitman

In all people I see myself - none more, and not one a barleycorn less; And the good or bad I say of myself, I say of them.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Walt Whitman

What beauty there is in words; what a lurking curious charm in the sound some words.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Walt Whitman

The shallow consider liberty a release from all law, from every constraint. The wise man sees in it, on the contrary, the potent Law of Laws.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Walt Whitman

Se è tardi a trovarmi, insisti, se non ci sono in un posto, cerca in un altro, perché io son fermo da qualche parte ad aspettare te.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Walt Whitman

I do not snivel that snivel the world over, That months are vacuums and the ground but wallow and filth, That life is a suck and a sell, and nothing remains at the end but threadbare crape and tears.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Walt Whitman

There was a child went forth every day, And the first object he looked upon, that object he became.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Walt Whitman

Somehow I have been stunned. Stand back! Give me a little time beyond my cuffed head and slumbers and dreams and gaping, I discover myself on the verge of the usual mistake.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Walt Whitman

My call is the call of battle- I nourish active rebellion;/ He going with me must go well armed.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Walt Whitman

There will soon be no more priests... They may wait awhile, perhaps a generation or two, dropping off by degrees. A superior breed shall take their place. A new order shall arise and they shall be the priests of man, and every man shall be his own priest.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Walt Whitman

Vivas to those who have fail’d! And to those whose war-vessels sank in the sea! And to those themselves who sank in the sea! And to all generals that lost engagements, and all overcome heroes! And the numberless unknown heroes equal to the greatest heroes known!

By Anonym 19 Sep

Walt Whitman

The press of my foot to the earth springs a hundred affections, They scorn the best I can do to relate them.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Walt Whitman

Viewed freely, the English language is the accretion and growth of every dialect, race, and range of time, and is both the free and compacted composition of all.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Walt Whitman

My words itch at your ears till you understand them

By Anonym 14 Sep

Walt Whitman

Now, dearest comrade, lift me to your face, We must separate awhileHere! take from my lips this kiss. Whoever you are, I give it especially to you; So long!And I hope we shall meet again.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Walt Whitman

The last scud of day holds back for me, It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on the shadow'd wilds, It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk. I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun, I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags. I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles. You will hardly know who I am or what I mean, But I shall be good health to your nevertheless, And filter and fibre your blood. Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, Missing me one place, search another, I stop somewhere waiting for you.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Walt Whitman

To me, every hour of the light and dark is a miracle. Every cubic inch of space is a miracle.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Walt Whitman

To drive free, to love free, to court destruction with taunts. One brief house of madness and joy!

By Anonym 16 Sep

Walt Whitman

I do not say these things for a dollar, or to fill up the time while I wait for a boat;

By Anonym 13 Sep

Walt Whitman

I know I am deathless…We have thus far exhausted trillions of winters and summers, There are trillions ahead, and trillions ahead of them.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Walt Whitman

Do I contradict myself? Very well then, I can bear it.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Walt Whitman

Every cubic inch of space is a miracle.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Walt Whitman

This is the city, and I am one of the citizens/Whatever interests the rest interests me

By Anonym 13 Sep

Walt Whitman

I swear the earth shall surely be complete to him or her who shall be complete, The earth remains jagged and broken only to him or her who remains jagged and broken.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Walt Whitman

re-examine all you have been told in school or church or in any book, and dismiss whatever insults your own soul; and your very flesh shall be a great poem, and have the richest fluency, not only in its words, but in the silent lines of its lips and face, and between the lashes of your eyes, and in every motion and joint of your body. [From the preface to Leaves Grass]

By Anonym 14 Sep

Walt Whitman

I will go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised and naked.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Walt Whitman

I say that democracy can never prove itself beyond cavil, until it founds and luxuriantly grows its own forms of art, poems, schools, theology, displacing all that exists, or that has been produced anywhere in the past, under opposite influences.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Walt Whitman

You will hardly know who I am or what I mean

By Anonym 13 Sep

Walt Whitman

A man is a great thing upon the earth and through eternity; but every jot of the greatness of man is unfolded out of woman.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Walt Whitman

Poets to Come POETS to come! orators, singers, musicians to come! Not to-day is to justify me, and answer what I am for; But you, a new brood, native, athletic, continental, greater than before known, Arouse! Arouse for you must justify me you must answer. I myself but write one or two indicative words for the future, I but advance a moment, only to wheel and hurry back in the darkness. I am a man who, sauntering along, without fully stopping, turns a casual look upon you, and then averts his face, Leaving it to you to prove and define it, Expecting the main things from you.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Walt Whitman

Give me solitude, give me Nature, give me again O Nature your primal sanities!

By Anonym 14 Sep

Walt Whitman

Other lands have their vitality in a few, a class, but we have it in the bulk of our people.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Walt Whitman

And as to you Death, and you bitter hug of mortality, it is idle to try to alarm me.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Walt Whitman

I see Hermes, unsuspected, dying, well-beloved, saying to the people, "Do not weep for me, This is not my true country, I have lived banished from my true country - I now go back there, I return to the celestial sphere where every one goes in his turn.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Walt Whitman

Each of us inevitable; Each of us limitless-each of us with his or her right upon the earth.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Walt Whitman

this is thy hour o soul, thy free flight into the wordless, away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done, thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best, night, sleep, death and the stars.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Walt Whitman

TO the garden, the world, anew ascending, Potent mates, daughters, sons, preluding, The love, the life of their bodies, meaning and being, Curious, here behold my resurrection, after slumber; The revolving cycles, in their wide sweep, have brought me again, Amorous, mature—all beautiful to me—all wondrous; My limbs, and the quivering fire that ever plays through them, for reasons, most wondrous; Existing, I peer and penetrate still, Content with the present—content with the past, By my side, or back of me, Eve following, Or in front, and I following her just the same.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Walt Whitman

The ecstasy is so short but the forgetting is so long.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Walt Whitman

Clear and sweet is my soul, clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Walt Whitman

The smallest sprout shows there is really no death. And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Walt Whitman

Once I passed through a populous city imprinting my brain for future use with its shows, architecture, customs, traditions, Yet now of all that city I remember only a woman I Casually met there who detained me for love of me, Day by day and night by night we were together—all else Has long been forgotten by me, I remember I say only that woman who passionately clung To me, Again we wander, we love, we separate again, Again she holds me by the hand, I must not go, I see her close beside me with silent lips sad and tremulous.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Walt Whitman

Women sit or move to and fro, some old, some young, The young are beautiful—but the old are more beautiful than the young

By Anonym 19 Sep

Walt Whitman

What stays with you longest and deepest? Of curious panics, of hard-fought engagements or sieges tremendous what deepest remains?