Why! who makes much of a miracle?As to me, I know of nothing else but miracles,Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,Or wade with naked feet along the beach, just in the edge of the water,Or stand under trees in the woods,Or talk by…
Mediums By Walt Whitman
They shall arise in the States,They shall report Nature, laws, physiology, and happiness;They shall illustrate Democracy and the kosmos;They shall be alimentive, amative, perceptive;They shall…
Me Imperturbe By Walt Whitman
Me imperturbe, standing at ease in Nature,Master of all, or mistress of all – aplomb in the midst of irrational things,Imbued as they – passive,…
Mannahatta By Walt Whitman
I was asking for something specific and perfect for my city,Whereupon, lo! upsprang the aboriginal name! Now I see what there is in a name,…
Manhattan Streets I Saunter’d, Pondering By Walt Whitman
Manhattan’s streets I saunter’d, pondering,On time, space, reality – on such as these, and abreast with them, prudence. After all, the last explanation remains to…
Look Down, Fair Moon By Walt Whitman
Look down, fair moon, and bathe this scene;Pour softly down night’s nimbus floods, on faces ghastly, swollen, purple;On the dead, on their backs, with their…
Longings For Home By Walt Whitman
O magnet-south! O glistening, perfumed South! My South! O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse, and love! Good and evil! O all dear to me! O dear to…
Long, Too Long, O Land! By Walt Whitman
Long, too long, O land,Traveling roads all even and peaceful, you learn’d from joys and prosperity only;But now, ah now, to learn from crises of…
Long I Thought That Knowledge By Walt Whitman
Long I thought that knowledge alone would suffice me – O if I could but obtain knowledge!Then my lands engrossed me – Lands of the…
Locations And Times By Walt Whitman
Locations and times – what is it in me that meets them all, whenever and wherever, and makes me at home?Forms, colors, densities, odors –…