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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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I Heard You, Solemn-Sweep Pipes Of The Organ By Walt Whitman

I heard you, solemn-sweet pipes of the organ, as last Sunday morn I pass’d the church;Winds of autumn! – as I walk’d the woods at…

September 27, 2019
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I Hear It Was Charged Against Me By Walt Whitman

I hear it was charged against me that I sought to destroy institutions;But really I am neither for nor against institutions;(What indeed have I in…

September 27, 2019
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I Hear America Singing By Walt Whitman

I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear;Those of mechanics – each one singing his, as it should be, blithe and strong;The carpenter singing…

September 27, 2019
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I Dream’d In A Dream By Walt Whitman

I dream’d in a dream, I saw a city invincible to the attacks of the whole of the rest of the earth;I dream’d that was…

September 27, 2019
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I Am He That Aches With Love By Walt Whitman

I am he that aches with amorous love;Does the earth gravitate? Does not all matter, aching, attract all matter?So the Body of me, to all…

September 27, 2019
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Hush’d Be The Camps To-day By Walt Whitman

Hush’d be the camps to-day;And, soldiers, let us drape our war-worn weapons;And each with musing soul retire, to celebrate,Our dear commander’s death. No more for…

September 27, 2019
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How Solemn As One By One By Walt Whitman

How solemn, as one by one,As the ranks returning, all worn and sweaty–as the men file by where I stand;As the faces, the masks appear–as…

September 27, 2019
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Hours Continuing Long By Walt Whitman

Hours continuing long, sore and heavy-hearted,Hours of the dusk, when I withdraw to a lonesome and unfrequented spot, seating myself, leaning my face in my…

September 27, 2019
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Here, Sailor By Walt Whitman

What ship, puzzled at sea, cons for the true reckoning?Or, coming in, to avoid the bars, and follow the channel, a perfect pilot needs?Here, sailor!…

September 27, 2019
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Here The Frailest Leaves Of Me By Walt Whitman

Here the frailest leaves of me, and yet my strongest-lasting:Here I shade and hide my thoughts – I myself do not expose them,And yet they…

September 27, 2019

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Mad For Poetry

Mad For Poetry

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