“To touch my person to some one else's is about as much as I can stand,” — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“The poet is individual—he is complete in himself: the others are as good as he; only he sees it, and they do… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
I am the poet of the woman the same as the man, And I say it is as great to be a… — 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
“[The poet] is no arguer . . . he is judgment. He judges not as the judge judges but as the sun… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“I am the poet of the body and I am the poet of the Soul, The pleasures of heaven are with me… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“The press of my foot to the earth springs a hundred affections, They scorn the best I can do to relate them.” — 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
The poet judges not as a judge judges but as the sun falling around a helpless thing. — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
The question, O me! so sad, recurring - What good amid these, O me, O life? That you are here - that… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
Everybody is writing, writing, writing - worst of all, writing poetry. It'd be better if the whole tribe of the scribblers -… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“I am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of the Soul, The pleasures of heaven are with me… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“Songs of myself I am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of the Soul, The pleasures of heaven… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“The thin red jellies within you or within me, the bones and the marrow in the bones, The exquisite realization of health;… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“Poetic style, when address'd to the Soul, is less definite form, outline, sculpture, and becomes vista, music, half-tints, and even less than… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“Whitman's poems present no trace of rhyme, save in a couple or so of chance instances. Parts of them, indeed, may be… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race.… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
Exact science and its practical movements are no checks on the greatest poet, but always his encouragement and support ... The sailor… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“I have heard what the talkers were talking . . . . the talk of the beginning and the end, But I… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
This is what you should do: love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks,… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“Books are to be call’d for, and supplied, on the assumption that the process of reading is nor a half-sleep, but, in… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“In all people I see myself, none more and not one a barleycorn less, And the good or bad I say of… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“Poets to Come POETS to come! orators, singers, musicians to come! Not to-day is to justify me, and answer what I am… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“O Me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; Of the endless trains of the faithless—of cities fill’d with the foolish;… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“Poets to come! orators, singers, musicians to come! Not to-day is to justify me and answer what I am for, But you,… — 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 my body! I dare not desert the likes of you in other men and women, nor the likes of the parts… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“All beauty comes from beautiful blood and a beautiful brain. If the greatnesses are in conjunction in a man or woman it… — 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
“And I will show that there is no imperfection in the present—and can be none in the future; And I will show… — 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
“ He is a type of our best — our rarest. Electrical, I was going to say, beyond anyone, perhaps, ever was:… — 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
O lands! O all so dear to me - what you are, I become part of that, whatever it is. — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
Strange, (is it not?) that battles, martyrs, blood, even assassination should so condense - perhaps only really lastingly condense - a Nationality. — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
I think I could always live with animals. The more you're around people, the more you love animals. — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“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 Image
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 Image