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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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The Sleepers By Walt Whitman

I wander all night in my vision,Stepping with light feet, swiftly and noiselessly stepping and stopping,Bending with open eyes over the shut eyes of sleepers,Wandering…

September 27, 2019
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The Singer In The Prison By Walt Whitman

O sight of shame, and pain, and dole!O fearful thought a convict Soul! Rang the refrain along the hall, the prison,Rose to the roof, the…

September 27, 2019
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The Ship Starting By Walt Whitman

Lo! The unbounded sea!On its breast a Ship starting, spreading all her sails an ample Ship, carrying even her moonsails;The pennant is flying aloft, as…

September 27, 2019
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The Runner By Walt Whitman

On a flat road runs the well-train’d runner;He is lean and sinewy, with muscular legs;He is thinly clothed he leans forward as he runs,With lightly…

September 27, 2019
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The Prairie-Grass Dividing By Walt Whitman

The prairie-grass dividing its special odor breathing,I demand of it the spiritual corresponding,Demand the most copious and close companionship of men,Demand the blades to rise…

September 27, 2019
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The Prairie States By Walt Whitman

A newer garden of creation, no primal solitude,Dense, joyous, modern, populous millions, cities and farms,With iron interlaced, composite, tied, many in one,By all the world…

September 27, 2019
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The Ox Tamer By Walt Whitman

In a faraway northern county, in the placid, pastoral region,Lives my farmer friend, the theme of my recitative, a famous Tamer of Oxen:There they bring…

September 27, 2019
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The Mystic Trumpeter By Walt Whitman

Hark! some wild trumpeter some strange musician,Hovering unseen in air, vibrates capricious tunes to-night. I hear thee, trumpeter listening, alert, I catch thy notes,Now pouring,…

September 27, 2019
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The Indications By Walt Whitman

The indications, and tally of time;Perfect sanity shows the master among philosophs;Time, always without flaw, indicates itself in parts;What always indicates the poet, is the…

September 27, 2019
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The Dresser By Walt Whitman

An old man bending, I come, among new faces,Years looking backward, resuming, in answer to children,Come tell us, old man, as from young men and…

September 27, 2019

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Mad For Poetry

Mad For Poetry

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Mad for Poetry

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