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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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The Artilleryman’s Vision By Walt Whitman

While my wife at my side lies slumbering, and the wars are over long,And my head on the pillow rests at home, and the vacant…

September 27, 2019
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That Shadow, My Likeness By Walt Whitman

That shadow, my likeness, that goes to and fro, seeking a livelihood, chattering, chaffering;How often I find myself standing and looking at it where it…

September 27, 2019
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That Music Always Round Me By Walt Whitman

That music always round me, unceasing, unbeginning yet long untaught I did not hear;But now the chorus I hear, and am elated;A tenor, strong, ascending,…

September 27, 2019
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That Last Invocation By Walt Whitman

AT the last, tenderly,From the walls of the powerful, fortress’d house,From the clasp of the knitted locks from the keep of the well-closed doors,Let me…

September 27, 2019
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Tests By Walt Whitman

All submit to them, where they sit, inner, secure, unapproachable to analysis, in the Soul;Not traditions not the outer authorities are the judges they are…

September 27, 2019
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Tears By Walt Whitman

Tears! tears! tears!In the night, in solitude, tears;On the white shore dripping, dripping, suck’d in by the sand;Tears not a star shining all dark and…

September 27, 2019
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Still, Though The One I Sing By Walt Whitman

Still, though the one I sing,(One, yet of contradictions made,) I dedicate to Nationality,I leave in him Revolt, (O latent right of insurrection! O quenchless,…

September 27, 2019
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States! By Walt Whitman

States!Were you looking to be held together by the lawyers?By an agreement on a paper? Or by arms? Away!I arrive, bringing these, beyond all the…

September 27, 2019
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Starting From Paumanok By Walt Whitman

Starting from fish-shape Paumanok, where I was born,Well-begotten, and rais’d by a perfect mother;After roaming many lands lover of populous pavements;Dweller in Mannahatta, my city…

September 27, 2019
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Spontaneous Me By Walt Whitman

Spontaneous me, Nature,The loving day, the mounting sun, the friend I am happy with,The arm of my friend hanging idly over my shoulder,The hill-side whiten’d…

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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