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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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Author: Samantha Evans

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Not The Pilot By Walt Whitman

Not the pilot has charged himself to bring his ship into port, though beaten back, and many times baffled;Not the path-finder, penetrating inland, weary and…

September 27, 2019
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Not My Enemies Ever Invade Me By Walt Whitman

Not my enemies ever invade me – no harm to my pride from them I fear;But the lovers I recklessly love – lo! how they…

September 27, 2019
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Not Heaving From My Ribb’d Breast Only By Walt Whitman

Not heaving from my ribb’d breast only;Not in sighs at night, in rage, dissatisfied with myself;Not in those long-drawn, ill-supprest sighs;Not in many an oath…

September 27, 2019
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Not Heat Flames Up And Consumes By Walt Whitman

Not heat flames up and consumes,Not sea-waves hurry in and out,Not the air, delicious and dry, the air of the ripe summer, bears lightly along…

September 27, 2019
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No Labor-Saving Machine By Walt Whitman

No labor-saving machine,Nor discovery have I made;Nor will I be able to leave behind me any wealthy bequest to found a hospital or library,Nor reminiscence…

September 27, 2019
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Night On The Prairies By Walt Whitman

Night on the prairies;The supper is over – the fire on the ground burns low;The wearied emigrants sleep, wrapt in their blankets:I walk by myself…

September 27, 2019
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Native Moments By Walt Whitman

Native moments! when you come upon me – Ah you are here now! Give me now libidinous joys only! Give me the drench of my passions! Give me…

September 27, 2019
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Myself And Mine By Walt Whitman

Myself and mine gymnastic ever,To stand the cold or heat – to take good aim with a gun – to sail a boat – to…

September 27, 2019
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My Picture-Gallery By Walt Whitman

In a little house keep I pictures suspended, it is not a fix’d house,It is round, it is only a few inches from one side…

September 27, 2019
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Mother And Babe By Walt Whitman

I see the sleeping babe, nestling the breast of its mother;The sleeping mother and babe-hush’d, I study them long and long.

September 27, 2019

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Mad For Poetry

Mad For Poetry

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Mad for Poetry

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