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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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Thought By Walt Whitman

Of Justice�As if Justice could be anything but the same ample law, expounded by natural judges and saviors, As if it might be this thing or…

September 27, 2019
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Thought By Walt Whitman

As I sit with others, at a great feast, suddenly, while the music is playing, To my mind, (whence it comes I know not,) spectral, in…

September 27, 2019
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Thought By Walt Whitman

Of persons arrived at high positions, ceremonies, wealth, scholarships, and the like; To me, all that those persons have arrived at, sinks away from them, except…

September 27, 2019
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Thought By Walt Whitman

Of obedience, faith, adhesiveness; As I stand aloof and look, there is to me something profoundly affecting in large masses of men, following the lead of…

September 27, 2019
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Thought By Walt Whitman

As they draw to a close,Of what underlies the precedent songs of my aims in them;Of the seed I have sought to plant in them;Of…

September 27, 2019
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Thou Reader By Walt Whitman

Thou reader throbbest life and pride and love the same as I,Therefore for thee the following chants.

September 27, 2019
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Thou Orb Aloft Full-Dazzling By Walt Whitman

Thou orb aloft full-dazzling! thou hot October noon!Flooding with sheeny light the gray beach sand,The sibilant near sea with vistas far and foam,And tawny streaks…

September 27, 2019
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This Moment, Yearning And Thoughtful By Walt Whitman

This moment yearning and thoughtful, sitting alone,It seems to me there are other men in other lands, yearning and thoughtful;It seems to me I can…

September 27, 2019
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This Dust Was Once The Man By Walt Whitman

This dust was once the Man,Gentle, plain, just and resolute under whose cautious hand,Against the foulest crime in history known in any land or age,Was…

September 27, 2019
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This Day, O Soul By Walt Whitman

This day, O Soul, I give you a wondrous mirror;Long in the dark, in tarnish and cloud it lay But the cloud has pass’d, and…

September 27, 2019

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Mad For Poetry

Mad For Poetry

Poesia Poetry Journal! Have a Read.

  • Issue #1 – Mad for Poetry / Pazzi per la Poesia

Mad for Poetry

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