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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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Cavalry Crossing A Ford By Walt Whitman

A line in long array, where they wind betwixt green islands;They take a serpentine course–their arms flash in the sun–Hark to the musical clank;Behold the…

September 27, 2019
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Carol Of Words By Walt Whitman

Earth, round, rolling, compact–suns, moons, animals–all these are words to be said;Watery, vegetable, sauroid advances–beings, premonitions, lispings of the future,Behold! these are vast words to…

September 27, 2019
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Carol Of Occupations By Walt Whitman

Come closer to me;Push close, my lovers, and take the best I possess;Yield closer and closer, and give me the best you possess. This is…

September 27, 2019
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Camps Of Green By Walt Whitman

Not alone those camps of white, O soldiers,When, as order’d forward, after a long march,Footsore and weary, soon as the light lessen’d, we halted for…

September 27, 2019
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By The Bivouac’s Fitful Flame By Walt Whitman

By the bivouac’s fitful flame,A procession winding around me, solemn and sweet and slow;–but first I note,The tents of the sleeping army, the fields’ and…

September 27, 2019
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By Broad Potomac’s Shore By Walt Whitman

By broad Potomac’s shore–again, old tongue!(Still uttering–still ejaculating–canst never cease this babble?)Again, old heart so gay–again to you, your sense, the full flush spring returning;Again…

September 27, 2019
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Brother Of All, With Genesrous Hand By Walt Whitman

Brother of all, with generous hand,Of thee, pondering on thee, as o’er thy tomb, I and my Soul,A thought to launch in memory of thee,A…

September 27, 2019
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Bivouac 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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Behold This Swarthy Face By Walt Whitman

Behold this swarthy face–these gray eyes,This beard–the white wool, unclipt upon my neck,My brown hands, and the silent manner of me, without charm;Yet comes one,…

September 27, 2019
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Behavior By Walt Whitman

Behavior–fresh, native, copious, each one for himself or herself,Nature and the Soul expressed–America and freedom expressed–In it the finest art,In it pride, cleanliness, sympathy, to…

September 27, 2019

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