Walt Whitman

Walter "Walt" Whitman was an American poet, essayist and journalist. A humanist, he was a part of the transition between transcendentalism and realism, incorporating both views in his works. Wikipedia

With Music Strong I Come

With music strong I come, with my cornets and my drums, I play not marches for accepted victors only, I play marches for conquer'd and slain persons.Have you heard that it was good to gain the day? I also say it is good to fall, battles are lost...

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31 December

Sometimes With One I Love

SOMETIMES with one I love I fill myself with rage for fear I effuse unreturn'd love, But now I think there is no unreturn'd love, the pay is certain one way or another, I loved a certain person ardently and my love was not return'd, Yet out of that I...

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12 December

A Transparent Summer Morning

I mind how once we lay, such a transparent summer morning; How you settled your head athwart my hips, and gently turn’d over upon me, And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart, And reach’d till you felt my beard, and...

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06 December

Shut Not Your Doors

Shut not your doors to me, proud libraries, For that which was lacking on all your well-fill’d shelves, yet needed most, I bring; Forth from the army, the war emerging—a book I have made, The words of my book nothing—the drift of it everything; A book separate, not link’d...

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27 November

Little You Know

O you whom I often and silently come where you are that I may be with you, As I walk by your side or sit near, or remain in the same room with you, Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing within me.Walt Whitman...

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19 November

To Any One Dying

Flaunt of the sunshine I need not your bask - lie over! You light surfaces only, I force surfaces and depths also.Earth! you seem to look for something at my hands, Say, old top-knot, what do you want?Man or woman, I might tell how I like you,...

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10 November

To A Stranger

Passing stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you, You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me as of a dream,) I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you, All is recall'd as we flit...

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25 October

Be Not Curious About God

And I say to mankind, Be not curious about God, For I who am curious about each am not curious about God, (No array of terms can say how much I am at peace about God and about death.)I hear and behold God in every object, yet understand...

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14 October