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The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad for life, mad for talking, mad for poetry.

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Virginia, The West By Walt Whitman

The noble Sire, fallen on evil days,I saw, with hand uplifted, menacing, brandishing,(Memories of old in abeyance, love and faith in abeyance,)The insane knife toward…

September 27, 2019
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Vigil Strange I Kept On The Field By Walt Whitman

Vigil strange I kept on the field one night:When you, my son and my comrade, dropt at my side that day,One look I but gave,…

September 27, 2019
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Vicouac On A Mountain Side By Walt Whitman

I see before me now, a traveling army halting;Below, a fertile valley spread, with barns, and the orchards of summer;Behind, the terraced sides of a…

September 27, 2019
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Unnamed Lands By Walt Whitman

Nations ten thousand years before These States, and many times ten thousand years before These States;Garner’d clusters of ages, that men and women like us…

September 27, 2019
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Unfolded Out Of The Folds By Walt Whitman

Unfolded out of the folds of the woman, man comes unfolded, and is always to come unfolded;Unfolded only out of the superbest woman of the…

September 27, 2019
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Two Rivulets By Walt Whitman

Two Rivulets side by side,Two blended, parallel, strolling tides,Companions, travelers, gossiping as they journey. For the Eternal Ocean bound,These ripples, passing surges, streams of Death…

September 27, 2019
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Turn, O Libertad By Walt Whitman

Turn, O Libertad, for the war is over,(From it and all henceforth expanding, doubting no more, resolute, sweeping the world,)Turn from lands retrospective, recording proofs…

September 27, 2019
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Trickle, Drops By Walt Whitman

Trickle, drops! my blue veinsO drops of me! trickle, slow drops,Candid, from me falling, drip, bleeding drops,From wounds made to free you whence you were…

September 27, 2019
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To You By Walt Whitman

Whoever you are, I fear you are walking the walks of dreams, I fear these supposed realities are to melt from under your feet and hands; Even…

September 27, 2019
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To You By Walt Whitman

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…

September 27, 2019

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Mad For Poetry

Mad For Poetry

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