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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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Warble Of Lilac-Time By Walt Whitman

Warble me now, for joy of Lilac-time,Sort me, O tongue and lips, for Nature’s sake, and sweet life’s sake, and death’s the same as life’s,Souvenirs…

September 27, 2019
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Wandering At Morn By Walt Whitman

Wandering at morn,Emerging from the night, from gloomy thoughts, thee in my thoughts,Yearning for thee, harmonious Union! thee, Singing Bird divine!Thee, seated coil’d in evil…

September 27, 2019
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Walt Whitman’s Caution By Walt Whitman

To The States, or any one of them, or any city of The States,Resist much, obey little;Once unquestioning obedience, once fully enslaved;Once fully enslaved, no…

September 27, 2019
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I Celebrate Myself By Walt Whitman

I I CELEBRATE myself; And what I assume you shall assume; For every atom belonging to me, as good belongs to you.  I loafe and invite my…

September 27, 2019
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Voices By Walt Whitman

Now I make a leaf of Voices, for I have found nothing mightier than they are,And I have found that no word spoken, but is…

September 27, 2019
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Visor’d By Walt Whitman

A mask, a perpetual natural disguiser of herself,Concealing her face, concealing her form,Changes and transformations every hour, every moment,Falling upon her even when she sleeps.

September 27, 2019
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Virginia, The West By Walt Whitman

The noble Sire, fallen on evil days,I saw, with hand uplifted, menacing, brandishing,(Memories of old in abeyance, love and faith in abeyance,)The insane knife toward…

September 27, 2019
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Vigil Strange I Kept On The Field By Walt Whitman

Vigil strange I kept on the field one night:When you, my son and my comrade, dropt at my side that day,One look I but gave,…

September 27, 2019
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Vicouac On A Mountain Side By Walt Whitman

I see before me now, a traveling army halting;Below, a fertile valley spread, with barns, and the orchards of summer;Behind, the terraced sides of a…

September 27, 2019
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Unnamed Lands By Walt Whitman

Nations ten thousand years before These States, and many times ten thousand years before These States;Garner’d clusters of ages, that men and women like us…

September 27, 2019

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Mad For Poetry

Mad For Poetry

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