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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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When I Heard At The Close Of The Day By Walt Whitman

When I heard at the close of the day how my name had been receiv’d with plaudits in the capitol, still it was not a…

September 27, 2019
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What Weeping Face By Walt Whitman

What weeping face is that looking from the window?Why does it stream those sorrowful tears?Is it for some burial place, vast and dry?Is it to…

September 27, 2019
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What Think You I Take My Pen In Hand? By Walt Whitman

What think you I take my pen in hand to record?The battle-ship, perfect-model’d, majestic, that I saw pass the offing to-day under full sail?The splendors…

September 27, 2019
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What Place Is Besieged? By Walt Whitman

What place is besieged, and vainly tries to raise the siege?Lo! I send to that place a commander, swift, brave, immortal;And with him horse and…

September 27, 2019
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What General Has A Good Army By Walt Whitman

What General has a good army in himself, has a good army;He happy in himself, or she happy in herself, is happy,But I tell you…

September 27, 2019
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What Best I See In Thee By Walt Whitman

What best I see in thee,Is not that where thou mov’st down history’s great highways,Ever undimm’d by time shoots warlike victory’s dazzle,Or that thou sat’st…

September 27, 2019
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What Am I, After All? By Walt Whitman

What am I, after all, but a child, pleas’d with the sound of my own name? repeating it over and over;I stand apart to hear,…

September 27, 2019
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Weave In, Weave In, My Hardy Life By Walt Whitman

Weave in! weave in, my hardy life!Weave yet a soldier strong and full, for great campaigns to come;Weave in red blood! weave sinews in, like…

September 27, 2019
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We Two, How Long We Were Fool’d By Walt Whitman

We two, how long we were fool’d!Now transmuted, we swiftly escape, as Nature escapes;We are Nature, long have we been absent, but now we return;We…

September 27, 2019
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We Two Boys Together Clinging By Walt Whitman

We two boys together clinging,One the other never leaving,Up and down the roads going, North and South excursions making,Power enjoying, elbows stretching, fingers clutching,Arm’d and…

September 27, 2019

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Mad For Poetry

Mad For Poetry

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  • Issue #1 – Mad for Poetry / Pazzi per la Poesia

Mad for Poetry

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