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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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This Compost By Walt Whitman

Something startles me where I thought I was safest;I withdraw from the still woods I loved;I will not go now on the pastures to walk;I will not strip the clothes from my body to meet my lover the sea;I will not touch my flesh to the earth, as to other flesh, to renew me. O…

by Samantha EvansSeptember 27, 2019
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Think Of The Soul By Walt Whitman

Think of the Soul;I swear to you that body of yours gives proportions to your Soul somehow to live in other spheres;I do not know…

September 27, 2019
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Thick-Sprinkled Bunting By Walt Whitman

Thick-sprinkled bunting! Flag of stars!Long yet your road, fateful flag! long yet your road, and lined with bloody death!For the prize I see at issue,…

September 27, 2019
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These, I, Singing In Spring By Walt Whitman

These, I, singing in spring, collect for lovers,(For who but I should understand lovers, and all their sorrow and joy?And who but I should be…

September 27, 2019
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These Carols By Walt Whitman

These Carols, sung to cheer my passage through the world I see,For completion, I dedicate to the Invisible World.

September 27, 2019
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There Was A Child Went Forth By Walt Whitman

There was a child went forth every day;And the first object he look’d upon, that object he became;And that object became part of him for…

September 27, 2019
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The World Below The Brine By Walt Whitman

The world below the brine;Forests at the bottom of the sea the branches and leaves,Sea-lettuce, vast lichens, strange flowers and seeds the thick tangle, the…

September 27, 2019
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The Untold Want By Walt Whitman

The untold want, by life and land ne’er granted,Now, Voyager, sail thou forth, to seek and find.

September 27, 2019
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The Torch By Walt Whitman

On my northwest coast in the midst of the night, a fishermen’s group stands watching;Out on the lake, that expands before them, others are spearing…

September 27, 2019
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The Sobbing Of The Bells By Walt Whitman

The sobbing of the bells, the sudden death-news everywhere,The slumberers rouse, the rapport of the People,(Full well they know that message in the darkness,Full well…

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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