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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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I Was Looking A Long While By Walt Whitman

I was looking a long while for a clue to the history of the past for myself, and for these chants – and now I…

September 27, 2019
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I Thought I Was Not Alone By Walt Whitman

I thought I was not alone, walking here by the shore,But the one I thought was with me, as now I walk by the shore,As…

September 27, 2019
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I Sit And Look Out By Walt Whitman

I sit and look out upon all the sorrows of the world, and upon all oppression and shame;I hear secret convulsive sobs from young men,…

September 27, 2019
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I Sing The Body Electric By Walt Whitman

I sing the Body electric;The armies of those I love engirth me, and I engirth them;They will not let me off till I go with…

September 27, 2019
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I Saw Old General At Bay By Walt Whitman

I saw old General at bay;(Old as he was, his grey eyes yet shone out in battle like stars;)His small force was now completely hemm’d…

September 27, 2019
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I Saw In Louisiana A Live Oak Growing By Walt Whitman

I saw in Louisiana a live-oak growing,All alone stood it, and the moss hung down from the branches;Without any companion it grew there, uttering joyous…

September 27, 2019
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I Heard You, Solemn-Sweep Pipes Of The Organ By Walt Whitman

I heard you, solemn-sweet pipes of the organ, as last Sunday morn I pass’d the church;Winds of autumn! – as I walk’d the woods at…

September 27, 2019
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I Hear It Was Charged Against Me By Walt Whitman

I hear it was charged against me that I sought to destroy institutions;But really I am neither for nor against institutions;(What indeed have I in…

September 27, 2019
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I Hear America Singing By Walt Whitman

I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear;Those of mechanics – each one singing his, as it should be, blithe and strong;The carpenter singing…

September 27, 2019
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I Dream’d In A Dream By Walt Whitman

I dream’d in a dream, I saw a city invincible to the attacks of the whole of the rest of the earth;I dream’d that was…

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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