“I will be your poet, I will be more to you than to any of the rest.” — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
Now I see the secret of making the best person: it is to grow in the open air and to eat and… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
I cannot be awake for nothing looks to me as it did before, Or else I am awake for the first time,… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
I will sleep no more but arise, You oceans that have been calm within me! how I feel you, fathomless, stirring, preparing… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
Day full-blown and splendid-day of the immense sun, action, ambition, laughter, The Night follows close with millions of suns, and sleep and… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“Somehow I have been stunned. Stand back! Give me a little time beyond my cuffed head and slumbers and dreams and gaping,… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
The female that loves unrequited sleeps, And the male that loves unrequited sleeps, The head of the money-maker that plotted all day… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
Books are to be called for and supplied on the assumption that the process of reading is not a half-sleep, but in… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
this is thy hour o soul, thy free flight into the wordless, away from books, away from art, the day erased, the… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
The process of reading is not a half sleep, but in the highest sense, an exercise, a gymnast's struggle: that the reader… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
I cannot too often repeat that Democracy is a word the real gist of which still sleeps, quite unawakened, notwithstanding the resonance… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
The city sleeps and the country sleeps, the living sleep for their time, the dead sleep for their time, the old husband… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
WE two boys together clinging, One the other never leaving, Up and down the roads going, North and South excursions making, Power… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
As for me, I know nothing else but miracles, Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan, Or dart my sight over the… — 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
