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The words of my book nothing, the drift of it everything.
Walt Whitman
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In the faces of men and women I see God.
Walt Whitman
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The question, O me! so sad, recurring - What good amid these, O me, O life? That you are here - that life exists and identity, that the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.
Walt Whitman
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Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage, must in time be utterly lost;That the hands of the sisters Death and Night incessantly softly wash again and ever again, this soiled world.
Walt Whitman
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A murmuring, fateful, giant voice, out of the earth and sky, Voice of a mighty dying tree in the Redwood forest dense... The wood-spirits came from their haunts of a thousand years, to join the refrain; But in my soul I plainly heard. Murmuring out of its myriad leaves, Down from its lofty top, rising two hundred feet high, Out of its stalwart trunk and limbs - out of its foot-thick bark, That chant of the seasons and time - chant, not of the past only, but of the future.
Walt Whitman
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To me, every hour of the light and dark is a miracle, every inch of space is a miracle, every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the same, every cubic foot of the interior swarms with the same; every spear of grass-the frames, limbs, organs, of men and women, and all that concerns them, all these to me are unspeakably perfect miracles.
Walt Whitman
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The mother condemned for a witch and burnt with dry wood, and her children gazing on; The hounded slave that flags in the race and leans by the fence, blowing and covered with sweat, The twinges that sting like needles his legs and neck, The murderous buckshot and the bullets, All these I feel or am.
Walt Whitman
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Dismiss whatever insults your soul.
Walt Whitman
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I swear I think there is nothing but immortality!
Walt Whitman
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Are you the new person drawn toward me? To begin with, take warning - I am surely far different from what you suppose; Do you suppose you will find in me your ideal? Do you think it so easy to have me become your lover? Do you think the friendship of me would be unalloy'd satisfaction? Do you think I am trusty and faithful? Do you see no further than this façade—this smooth and tolerant manner of me? Do you suppose yourself advancing on real ground toward a real heroic man? Have you no thought, O dreamer, that it may be all maya, illusion?
Walt Whitman
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Re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul; and your very flesh shall be a great poem, and have the richest fluency, not only in its words, but in the silent lines of its lips and face, and between the lashes of your eyes, and in every motion and joint of your body.
Walt Whitman
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My ties and ballasts leave me - I travel - I sail - My elbows rest in the sea-gaps. I skirt the sierras. My palms cover continents - I am afoot with my vision.
Walt Whitman
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Thought Of equality- as if it harm'd me, giving others the same chances and rights as myself- as if it were not indispensable to my own rights that others possess the same.
Walt Whitman
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I was thinking the day most splendid, till I saw what the not-day exhibited;I was thinking this globe enough, till there sprang out so noiseless around me myriads of other globes.
Walt Whitman
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The most affluent man is he that confronts all the shows he sees by equivalents out of the stronger wealth of himself.
Walt Whitman
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Over all the sky-the sky! far, far out of reach, studded with the eternal stars.
Walt Whitman
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I will sleep no more but arise, You oceans that have been calm within me! how I feel you, fathomless, stirring, preparing unprecedented waves and storms.
Walt Whitman
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Day by day and night by night we were together - all else has long been forgotten by me.
Walt Whitman
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As soon as histories are properly told there is no more need of romances.
Walt Whitman
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Thunder on! Stride on! Democracy. Strike with vengeful stroke!
Walt Whitman
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In this broad earth of ours,Amid the measureless grossness and the slag,Enclosed and safe within its central heart,Nestles the seed perfection.
Walt Whitman
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Touch me, touch the palm of your hand to my body as I pass, Be not afraid of my body.
Walt Whitman
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Either define the moment or the moment will define you.
Walt Whitman
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In all people I see myself - none more, and not one a barleycorn less; And the good or bad I say of myself, I say of them.
Walt Whitman
