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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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As Consequent, Etc. By Walt Whitman

As consequent from store of summer rains,Or wayward rivulets in autumn flowing,Or many a herb-lined brook’s reticulations,Or subterranean sea-rills making for the sea,Songs of continued…

September 27, 2019
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As At Thy Portals Also Death By Walt Whitman

AS at thy portals also death,Entering thy sovereign, dim, illimitable grounds,To memories of my mother, to the divine blending, maternity,To her, buried and gone, yet…

September 27, 2019
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As Adam, Early In The Morning By Walt Whitman

As Adam, early in the morning,Walking forth from the bower, refresh’d with sleep;Behold me where I pass–hear my voice–approach,Touch me–touch the palm of your hand…

September 27, 2019
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As A Strong Bird On Pinious Free By Walt Whitman

AS a strong bird on pinions free,Joyous, the amplest spaces heavenward cleaving,Such be the thought I’d think to-day of thee, America,Such be the recitative I’d…

September 27, 2019
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Are You The New Person, Drawn Toward Me? By Walt Whitman

Are you the new person drawn toward me?To begin with, take warning–I am surely far different from what you suppose;Do you suppose you will find…

September 27, 2019
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Apostroph By Walt Whitman

O mater! O fils!O brood continental!O flowers of the prairies!O space boundless! O hum of mighty products!O you teeming cities! O so invincible, turbulent, proud!O…

September 27, 2019
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An Old Man’s Thought Of School By Walt Whitman

An old man�s thought of School; An old man, gathering youthful memories and blooms, that youth itself cannot.  Now only do I know you! O fair auroral…

September 27, 2019
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An Army Corps On The March By Walt Whitman

With its cloud of skirmishers in advance,With now the sound of a single shot, snapping like a whip, and now an irregular volley,The swarming ranks…

September 27, 2019
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Among The Multitude By Walt Whitman

Among the men and women, the multitude,I perceive one picking me out by secret and divine signs,Acknowledging none else–not parent, wife, husband, brother, child, any…

September 27, 2019
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American Feuillage By Walt Whitman

America always!Always our own feuillage!Always Florida’s green peninsula! Always the priceless delta of Louisiana! Always the cotton-fields of Alabama and Texas!Always California’s golden hills and…

September 27, 2019

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Mad For Poetry

Mad For Poetry

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