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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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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 burial verse for thee. What may we chant, O thou within this tomb?What tablets, pictures, hang for thee, O millionaire?–The life thou lived’st we know not,But that thou walk’dst thy…

by Samantha EvansSeptember 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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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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