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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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Beginning My Studies By Walt Whitman

Beginning my studies, the first step pleas’d me so much,The mere fact, consciousness–these forms–the power of motion,The least insect or animal–the senses–eyesight–love;The first step, I…

September 27, 2019
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Beginners By Walt Whitman

How they are provided for upon the earth, (appearing at intervals;)How dear and dreadful they are to the earth;How they inure to themselves as much…

September 27, 2019
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Beautiful Women By Walt Whitman

Women sit, or move to and fro–some old, some young;The young are beautiful–but the old are more beautiful than the young.

September 27, 2019
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Beat! Beat! Drums! By Walt Whitman

Beat! beat! drums!–Blow! bugles! blow!Through the windows–through doors–burst like a ruthless force,Into the solemn church, and scatter the congregation;Into the school where the scholar is…

September 27, 2019
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Bathed In War’s Perfume By Walt Whitman

Bathed in war’s perfume–delicate flag!(Should the days needing armies, needing fleets, come again,)O to hear you call the sailors and the soldiers! flag like a…

September 27, 2019
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Assurances By Walt Whitman

I need no assurances–I am a man who is preoccupied, of his own Soul;I do not doubt that from under the feet, and beside the…

September 27, 2019
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Ashes Of Soldiers By Walt Whitman

Again a verse for sake of you,You soldiers in the ranks–you Volunteers,Who bravely fighting, silent fell,To fill unmention’d graves. Ashes of soldiers!As I muse, retrospective,…

September 27, 2019
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As Toilsome I Wander’d By Walt Whitman

As toilsome I wander’d Virginia’s woods,To the music of rustling leaves, kick’d by my feet, (for ’twas autumn,)I mark’d at the foot of a tree…

September 27, 2019
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As The Time Draws Nigh By Walt Whitman

As the time draws nigh, glooming, a cloud,A dread beyond, of I know not what, darkens me. I shall go forth,I shall traverse The States…

September 27, 2019
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As If A Phantom Caress’d Me By Walt Whitman

As if a phantom caress’d me,I thought I was not alone, walking here by the shore;But the one I thought was with me, as now…

September 27, 2019

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Mad For Poetry

Mad For Poetry

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Mad for Poetry

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