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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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In Midnight Sleep By Walt Whitman

In midnight sleep, of many a face of anguish,Of the look at first of the mortally wounded – of that indescribable look;Of the dead on…

September 27, 2019
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In Former Songs By Walt Whitman

In former songs Pride have I sung, and Love, and passionate, joyful Life,But here I twine the strands of Patriotism and Death. And now, Life,…

September 27, 2019
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In Cabin’d Ships At Sea By Walt Whitman

In cabin’d ships, at sea,The boundless blue on every side expanding,With whistling winds and music of the waves – the large imperious waves – In…

September 27, 2019
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I Will Take An Egg Out Of The Robin’s Nest By Walt Whitman

I will take an egg out of the robin’s nest in the orchard,I will take a branch of gooseberries from the old bush in the…

September 27, 2019
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I Was Looking A Long While By Walt Whitman

I was looking a long while for a clue to the history of the past for myself, and for these chants – and now I…

September 27, 2019
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I Thought I Was Not Alone By Walt Whitman

I thought I was not alone, walking here by the shore,But the one I thought was with me, as now I walk by the shore,As…

September 27, 2019
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I Sit And Look Out By Walt Whitman

I sit and look out upon all the sorrows of the world, and upon all oppression and shame;I hear secret convulsive sobs from young men,…

September 27, 2019
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I Sing The Body Electric By Walt Whitman

I sing the Body electric;The armies of those I love engirth me, and I engirth them;They will not let me off till I go with…

September 27, 2019
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I Saw Old General At Bay By Walt Whitman

I saw old General at bay;(Old as he was, his grey eyes yet shone out in battle like stars;)His small force was now completely hemm’d…

September 27, 2019
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I Saw In Louisiana A Live Oak Growing By Walt Whitman

I saw in Louisiana a live-oak growing,All alone stood it, and the moss hung down from the branches;Without any companion it grew there, uttering joyous…

September 27, 2019

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Mad For Poetry

Mad For Poetry

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Mad for Poetry

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