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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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No Labor-Saving Machine By Walt Whitman

No labor-saving machine,Nor discovery have I made;Nor will I be able to leave behind me any wealthy bequest to found a hospital or library,Nor reminiscence…

September 27, 2019
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Night On The Prairies By Walt Whitman

Night on the prairies;The supper is over – the fire on the ground burns low;The wearied emigrants sleep, wrapt in their blankets:I walk by myself…

September 27, 2019
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Native Moments By Walt Whitman

Native moments! when you come upon me – Ah you are here now! Give me now libidinous joys only! Give me the drench of my passions! Give me…

September 27, 2019
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Myself And Mine By Walt Whitman

Myself and mine gymnastic ever,To stand the cold or heat – to take good aim with a gun – to sail a boat – to…

September 27, 2019
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My Picture-Gallery By Walt Whitman

In a little house keep I pictures suspended, it is not a fix’d house,It is round, it is only a few inches from one side…

September 27, 2019
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Mother And Babe By Walt Whitman

I see the sleeping babe, nestling the breast of its mother;The sleeping mother and babe-hush’d, I study them long and long.

September 27, 2019
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Miracles By Walt Whitman

Why! who makes much of a miracle?As to me, I know of nothing else but miracles,Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,Or dart my sight…

September 27, 2019
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Mediums By Walt Whitman

They shall arise in the States,They shall report Nature, laws, physiology, and happiness;They shall illustrate Democracy and the kosmos;They shall be alimentive, amative, perceptive;They shall…

September 27, 2019
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Me Imperturbe By Walt Whitman

Me imperturbe, standing at ease in Nature,Master of all, or mistress of all – aplomb in the midst of irrational things,Imbued as they – passive,…

September 27, 2019
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Mannahatta By Walt Whitman

I was asking for something specific and perfect for my city,Whereupon, lo! upsprang the aboriginal name! Now I see what there is in a name,…

September 27, 2019

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Mad For Poetry

Mad For Poetry

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Mad for Poetry

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