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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 Dalliance Of The Eagles By Walt Whitman

Skirting the river road, (my forenoon walk, my rest,)Skyward in air a sudden muffled sound, the dalliance of the eagles,The rushing amorous contact high in…

September 27, 2019
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The City Dead-House By Walt Whitman

By the City Dead-House, by the gate,As idly sauntering, wending my way from the clangor,I curious pause for lo! an outcast form, a poor dead…

September 27, 2019
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The Centenarian’s Story By Walt Whitman

Give me your hand, old Revolutionary;The hill-top is nigh but a few steps, (make room, gentlemen;)Up the path you have follow’d me well, spite of…

September 27, 2019
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The Base Of All Metaphysics By Walt Whitman

And now, gentlemen,A word I give to remain in your memories and minds,As base, and finale too, for all metaphysics. (So, to the students, the…

September 27, 2019
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The Artilleryman’s Vision By Walt Whitman

While my wife at my side lies slumbering, and the wars are over long,And my head on the pillow rests at home, and the vacant…

September 27, 2019
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That Shadow, My Likeness By Walt Whitman

That shadow, my likeness, that goes to and fro, seeking a livelihood, chattering, chaffering;How often I find myself standing and looking at it where it…

September 27, 2019
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That Music Always Round Me By Walt Whitman

That music always round me, unceasing, unbeginning yet long untaught I did not hear;But now the chorus I hear, and am elated;A tenor, strong, ascending,…

September 27, 2019
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That Last Invocation By Walt Whitman

AT the last, tenderly,From the walls of the powerful, fortress’d house,From the clasp of the knitted locks from the keep of the well-closed doors,Let me…

September 27, 2019
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Tests By Walt Whitman

All submit to them, where they sit, inner, secure, unapproachable to analysis, in the Soul;Not traditions not the outer authorities are the judges they are…

September 27, 2019
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Tears By Walt Whitman

Tears! tears! tears!In the night, in solitude, tears;On the white shore dripping, dripping, suck’d in by the sand;Tears not a star shining all dark and…

September 27, 2019

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Mad For Poetry

Mad For Poetry

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

Mad for Poetry

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