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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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A March In The Ranks, Hard-Prest By Walt Whitman

A march in the ranks hard-prest, and the road unknown;A route through a heavy wood, with muffled steps in the darkness;Our army foil’d with loss…

September 27, 2019
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A Leaf For Hand In Hand By Walt Whitman

A leaf for hand in hand!You natural persons old and young!You on the Mississippi, and on all the branches and bayous of theMississippi!You friendly boatmen…

September 27, 2019
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A Hand-Mirror By Walt Whitman

Hold it up sternly! See this it sends back! (Who is it? Is it you?)Outside fair costume–within ashes and filth,No more a flashing eye–no more…

September 27, 2019
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A Glimpse By Walt Whitman

A glimpse, through an interstice caught,Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room, around the stove,late of a winter night–And I unremark’d seated…

September 27, 2019
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A Farm-Picture By Walt Whitman

Through the ample open door of the peaceful country barn,A sun-lit pasture field, with cattle and horses feeding;And haze, and vista, and the far horizon,…

September 27, 2019
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A Clear Midnight By Walt Whitman

This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,Thee fully forth…

September 27, 2019
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A Child’s Amaze By Walt Whitman

Slient and amazed, even when a little boy,I remember I heard the preacher every Sunday put God in hisstatements,As contending against some being or influence.

September 27, 2019
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A Child Said, What Is The Grass? By Walt Whitman

A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands;How could I answer the child?. . . .I do not know…

September 27, 2019
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A Carol Of Harvest, For 1867 By Walt Whitman

A song of the good green grass! A song no more of the city streets; A song of farms�a song of the soil of fields.  A song…

September 27, 2019
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A Broadway Pageant By Walt Whitman

Over the western sea, hither from Niphon come,Courteous, the swart-cheek’d two-sworded envoys,Leaning back in their open barouches, bare-headed, impassive,Ride to-day through Manhattan. Libertad!I do not…

September 27, 2019

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