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I meet new Walt Whitmans everyday. There are a dozen of them afloat. I don't know which Walt Whitman I am.
Walt Whitman
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Smile O voluptuous coolbreathed earth! Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees! Earth of departed sunset! Earth of the mountains misty-topt! Earth of the vitreous pour of the full moon just tinged with blue! Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river! Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake! Far-swooping elbowed earth! Rich apple-blossomed earth! Smile, for your lover comes!
Walt Whitman
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Ah little recks the laborer, How near his work is holding him to God, The loving Laborer through space and time.
Walt Whitman
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This is the city, and I am one of the citizens/Whatever interests the rest interests me.
Walt Whitman
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I sing the body electric.
Walt Whitman
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I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your bootsoles.
Walt Whitman
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Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space.
Walt Whitman
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All truths wait in all things, They neither hasten their own delivery nor resist it.
Walt Whitman
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And as to you Death, and you bitter hug of mortality, it is idle to try to alarm me.
Walt Whitman
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The sum of all known value and respect, I add up in you, whoever you are.
Walt Whitman
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Sex contains all, Bodies, Souls, meanings, proofs, purities, delicacies, results, promulgations, Songs, commands, health, pride, the maternal mystery, the seminal milk; All hopes, benefactions, bestowals, All the passions, loves, beauties, delights of the earth, All the governments, judges, gods, follow'd persons of the earth, These are contain'd in sex, as parts of itself, and justifications of itself.
Walt Whitman
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I am satisfied ... I see, dance, laugh, sing.
Walt Whitman
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Human bodies are words, myriads of words, (In the best poems re-appears the body, man's or woman's, well-shaped, natural, gay, Every part able, active, receptive, without shame or the need of shame.)
Walt Whitman
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And I or you pocketless of a dime, may purchase the pick of the earth.
Walt Whitman
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You must not know too much or be too precise or scientific about birds and trees and flowers and watercraft; a certain free-margin , or even vagueness - ignorance, credulity - helps your enjoyment of these things.
Walt Whitman
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For all these new and evolutionary facts, meanings, purposes, new poetic messages, new forms and expressions, are inevitable.
Walt Whitman
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Whoever you are, motion and reflection are especially for you, The divine ship sails the divine sea for you.
Walt Whitman
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Keep your face always toward the sunshine everything could be worse but isn't and so we are justified in being grateful - and shadows everything could be better but isn't and so it is easy to be bitter 'unless you decide to look on the bright side will fall behind you.
Walt Whitman
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A woman waits for me, she contains all, nothing is lacking, Yet all were lacking if sex were lacking, or if the moisture of the right man were lacking.
Walt Whitman
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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 emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best, night, sleep, death and the stars.
Walt Whitman
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I think I could turn and live with the animals, they are so placid and self contained; I stand and look at them long and long. They do not sweat and whine about their condition; They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins; They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God; Not one is dissatisfied-not one is demented with the mania of owning things; Not one kneels to another, nor his kind that lived thousands of years ago; Not one is responsible or industrious over the whole earth.
Walt Whitman
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Unscrew the locks from the doors ! Unscrew the doors themselves from their jambs !
Walt Whitman
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Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and knowledge that pass all the argument of the earth, And I know that the hand of God is the promise of my own, And I know that the spirit of God is the brother of my own, And that all the men ever born are also my brothers, and the women my sisters and lovers, And that a kelson of the creation is love.
Walt Whitman
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A writer can do nothing for men more necessary, satisfying, than just simply to reveal to them the infinite possibility of their own souls.
Walt Whitman
