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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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Out Of The Cradle Endlessly Rocking By Walt Whitman

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking, Out of the mocking-bird�s throat, the musical shuttle, Out of the Ninth-month midnight, Over the sterile sands, and the fields beyond, where…

September 27, 2019
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Out Of The Rolling Ocean, The Crowd By Walt Whitman

Out of the rolling ocean, the crowd, came a drop gently to me,Whispering, I love you, before long I die,I have travel’d a long way,…

September 27, 2019
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Out From Behind His Mask By Walt Whitman

Out from behind this bending, rough-cut Mask,(All straighter, liker Masks rejected – this preferr’d,)This common curtain of the face, contain’d in me for me, in…

September 27, 2019
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Others May Praise What They Like By Walt Whitman

Others may praise what they like;But I, from the banks of the running Missouri, praise nothing, in art, or aught else,Till it has well inhaled…

September 27, 2019
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Or From That Sea Of Time By Walt Whitman

Or, from that Sea of Time,Spray, blown by the wind – a double winrow-drift of weeds and shells;(O little shells, so curious-convolute! so limpid-cold and…

September 27, 2019
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One’s Self I Sing By Walt Whitman

One’s-self I sing – a simple, separate Person;Yet utter the word Democratic, the word En-masse. Of Physiology from top to toe I sing;Not physiognomy alone,…

September 27, 2019
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One Sweeps By By Walt Whitman

One sweeps by, attended by an immense train,All emblematic of peace – not a soldier or menial among them. One sweeps by, old, with black…

September 27, 2019
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One Song, America, Before I Go By Walt Whitman

One song, America, before I go,I’d sing, o’er all the rest, with trumpet sound,For thee – the Future. I’d sow a seed for thee of…

September 27, 2019
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One Hour To Madness And Joy By Walt Whitman

One hour to madness and joy!O furious! O confine me not!(What is this that frees me so in storms?What do my shouts amid lightnings and…

September 27, 2019
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Once I Pass’d Through A Populous City By Walt Whitman

Once I pass’d through a populous city, imprinting my brain, for future use, with its shows, architecture, customs, and traditions;Yet now, of all that city,…

September 27, 2019

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Mad For Poetry

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