Song of Myself is a new kind of poem , which is shocked, puzzled, amused, amazed all the average readers, but it… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“Not songs of loyalty alone are these, But songs of insurrection also, For I am the sworn poet of every dauntless rebel… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
Re examine all you have been told in school and in church Or in any book, dismiss what insults your own soul… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
Re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul; and your… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you/ That you may be my poem/ I whisper with my lips close… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
Love the earth and sun and animals, Despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks, Stand up for the stupid and crazy,… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“The United States themselves are essentially the greatest poem. In the history of the earth hitherto the largest and most stirring appear… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“re-examine all you have been told in school or church or in any book, and dismiss whatever insults your own soul; and… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
This is what you shall do; Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“A great poem is for ages and ages in common and for all degrees and complexions and all departments and sects and… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“Your true soul and body appear before me. Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you, that you be my… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“The words of the true poems give you more than poems, They give you to form for yourself poems, religions, politics, war,… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“Walt Whitman (1819–1892). Leaves of Grass. 1900. To You WHOEVER you are, I fear you are walking the walks of dreams, I… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
O lands! O all so dear to me - what you are, I become part of that, whatever it is. — Walt Whitman Copy Share
“Each of us inevitable, Each of us limitless—each of us with his or her right upon the earth, Each of us allow'd the eternal… — Walt Whitman Copy Share
Comerado, this is no book,Who touches this, touches a man,(Is it night? Are we here alone?)It is I you hold, and who holds you,I… — Walt Whitman Copy Share
I have sometimes thought that the laws ought not to punish those actions of evil which are committed when the senses are steeped in… — Walt Whitman Copy Share
Oh while I live, to be the ruler of life, not a slave, to meet life as a powerful conqueror, and nothing exterior to… — Walt Whitman Copy Share
Wisdom is not finally tested in the schools, Wisdom cannot be pass'd from one having it to another not having it, Wisdom is of… — Walt Whitman Copy Share
Strange, (is it not?) that battles, martyrs, blood, even assassination should so condense - perhaps only really lastingly condense - a Nationality. — Walt Whitman Copy Share
I think I could always live with animals. The more you're around people, the more you love animals. — Walt Whitman Copy Share
“I am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of the Soul, The pleasures of heaven are with me and the… — Walt Whitman Copy Share
So here I sit in the early candle-light of old age-I and my book-casting backward glances over out travel'd road. — Walt Whitman Copy Share
This is what you shall do: love the earth and sun, and animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up… — Walt Whitman Copy Share
Each of us inevitable; Each of us limitless-each of us with his or her right upon the earth. — Walt Whitman Copy Share
Silence? What can New York-noisy, roaring, rumbling, tumbling, bustling, story, turbulent New York-have to do with silence? Amid the universal clatter, the incessant din… — Walt Whitman Copy Share
