Give me solitude - give me Nature - give me again, O Nature, your primal sanities!
I am large, I contain multitudes
I pass death with the dying and birth with the new-wash'd babe, and am not contained between my hat and my boots,
I refuse putting from me the best that I am.
I swear I begin to see the meaning of these things. It is not the earth, it is not America, who is so great, it is I who am great or to be great…
Agonies are one of my changes of garments.
I wear my hat as I please, indoors or out.
And as to me, I know nothing else but miracles
I will sleep no more but arise, You oceans that have been calm within me! how I feel you, fathomless, stirring, preparing unprecedented waves and storms.
Be composed--be at ease with me--I am Walt Whitman, liberal and lusty as Nature, Not till the sun excludes you do I exclude you, Not till the waters refuse to glisten for you and the leaves to rustle for you, do my words refuse to glisten and rustle for you.
Oxen that rattle the yoke and chain or halt in the leafy shade, what is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life.
Clear and sweet is my soul, clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.
Sun so generous it shall be you- Leaves of Grass
Copulation is no more foul to me than death is.
The sum of all known value and respect, I add up in you, whoever you are.
Do anything, but let it produce joy.
Your very flesh shall be a great poem...
Let that which stood in front go behind, let that which was behind advance to the front, let bigots, fools, unclean persons, offer new propositions, let the old propositions be postponed.
To have great poets, there must be great audiences.
Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me? And why should I not speak to you?
Every moment of light and dark is a miracle.
Character and personal force are the only investments worth anything
A child said What is the grass fetching it to me with full hands.
In the confusion we stay with each other, happy to be together, speaking without uttering a single word.
There was a child went forth everyday, And the first object he looked upon and received with wonder or pity or dread, that object he became, And that object became part of him for the day or a certain part of the day... or for many years or stretching cycles of years...
Simplicity is the glory of expression.
The words of my book nothing, the drift of it everything.
And I will show that nothing can happen more beautiful than death.
I dote on myself, there is that lot of me and all so luscious.
Their manners, speech, dress, friendships, -- the freshness and candor of their physiognomy -- the picturesque looseness of their carriage -- their deathless attachment to freedom -- their aversion to anything indecorous or soft or mean -- the practical acknowledgment of the citizens of one state by the citizens of all other states -- the fierceness of their roused resentment -- their curiosity and welcome of novelty -- their self-esteem and wonderful sympathy -- their susceptibility to a slight -- the air they have of persons who never knew how it felt to stand in the presence of superiors -- the fluency of their speech -- their delight in music, a sure symptom of manly tenderness and native elegance of soul -- their good temper and open-handedness -- the terrible significance of their elections, the President's taking off his hat to them, not they to him -- these too are unrhymed poetry. It awaits the gigantic and generous treatment worthy of it.
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