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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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Hast Never Come To Thee An Hour By Walt Whitman

Hast never come to thee an hour,A sudden gleam divine, precipitating, bursting all these bubbles, fashions, wealth?These eager business aims–books, politics, art, amours,To utter nothingness?

September 27, 2019
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Had I The Choice By Walt Whitman

Had I the choice to tally greatest bards,To limn their portraits, stately, beautiful, and emulate at will,Homer with all his wars and warriors, Hector, Achilles,…

September 27, 2019
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Great Are The Myths By Walt Whitman

Great are the myths – I too delight in them;Great are Adam and Eve – I too look back and accept them;Great the risen and…

September 27, 2019
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God By Walt Whitman

Thought of the Infinite – the All!Be thou my God. Lover Divine, and Perfect Comrade!Waiting, content, invisible yet, but certain,Be thou my God. Thou –…

September 27, 2019
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Gliding O’er All By Walt Whitman

Gliding o’er all, through all,Through Nature, Time, and Space,As a ship on the waters advancing,The voyage of the soul – not life alone,Death, many deaths…

September 27, 2019
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Give Me The Splendid, Silent Sun By Walt Whitman

Give me the splendid silent sun, with all his beams full-dazzling;Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orchard;Give me a field where…

September 27, 2019
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Germs By Walt Whitman

Forms, qualities, lives, humanity, language, thoughts,The ones known, and the ones unknown – the ones on the stars,The stars themselves, some shaped, others unshaped,Wonders as…

September 27, 2019
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Full Of Life, Now By Walt Whitman

Full of life, now, compact, visible,I, forty years old the Eighty-third Year of The States,To one a century hence, or any number of centuries hence,To…

September 27, 2019
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From Pent-Up Aching Rivers By Walt Whitman

From pent-up, aching rivers;From that of myself, without which I were nothing;From what I am determin’d to make illustrious, even if I stand sole among…

September 27, 2019
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From Paumanok Starting By Walt Whitman

From Paumanock starting, I fly like a bird,Around and around to soar, to sing the idea of all;To the north betaking myself, to sing there…

September 27, 2019

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Mad For Poetry

Mad For Poetry

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