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938f96e	I am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of the Soul, The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me, The first I graft and increase upon myself, the latter I translate		Walt Whitman
ede868f	Only themselves understand themselves and the like of themselves, As souls only understand souls.	self-awareness perfectionism souls self	Walt Whitman
be9dad2	You have not known what you are--you have slumber'd upon yourself all your life; Your eye-lids have been the same as closed most of the time; What you have done returns already in mockeries; Your thrift, knowledge, prayers, if they do not return in mockeries, what is their return? The mockeries are not you; Underneath them, and within them, I see you lurk;		Walt Whitman
717fddb	I refuse putting from me the best that I am.		Walt Whitman
157c91e	All truths wait in all things, They neither hasten their own delivery nor resist it, They do not need the obstetric forceps of the surgeon,		Walt Whitman
dcb2173	All music is what awakes within us when we are reminded by the instruments; It is not the violins or the clarinets - It is not the beating of the drums - Nor the score of the baritone singing his sweet romanza; not that of the men's chorus, Nor that of the women's chorus - It is nearer and farther than they		Walt Whitman
ab2d1c4	Once I passed through a populous city imprinting my brain for future use with its shows, architecture, customs, traditions, Yet now of all that city I remember only a woman I Casually met there who detained me for love of me, Day by day and night by night we were together--all else Has long been forgotten by me, I remember I say only that woman who passionately clung To me, Again we wander, we love, we separate again, Again she holds me by ..		Walt Whitman
bd039e6	The last scud of day holds back for me, It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on the shadow'd wilds, It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk. I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun, I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags. I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles. You will hardly know who I am or what I mean, But I s..	spiritual mystic	Walt Whitman
1e39f84	I am larger, better than I thought; I did not know I held so much goodness.		Walt Whitman
51d332c	Some people are so much sunlight to the square inch. I am still bathing in the cheer he radiated.		Walt Whitman
349f956	I will write the evangel-poem of comrades and of love.		Walt Whitman
98cd57f	I say the real and permanent grandeur of these States must be their religion.		Walt Whitman
fb83823	I say the whole earth and all the stars in the sky are for religion's sake.		Walt Whitman
c9beee1	None has begun to think how divine he himself is and how certain the future is.		Walt Whitman
34791e0	Nothing can happen more beautiful than death.		Walt Whitman
64e5146	I loafe and invite my soul.		Walt Whitman
8cb5d24	I have no mockings or arguments; I witness and wait.		Walt Whitman
53342a6	In the faces of men and women I see God.		Walt Whitman
92ac4e4	I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.		Walt Whitman
b669deb	Each of us inevitable;Each of us limitless--each of us with his or her right upon the earth.		Walt Whitman
8baf80d	The great city is that which has the greatest man or woman.		Walt Whitman
fe1d11c	All, all for immortality,Love like the light silently wrapping all.		Walt Whitman
ba29596	Thunder on! Stride on! Democracy. Strike with vengeful stroke!		Walt Whitman
bec7428	Over all the sky--the sky! far, far out of reach, studded with the eternal stars.		Walt Whitman
f19cf82	Give me the splendid silent sun, with all his beams full-dazzling!		Walt Whitman
d7635f4	Liberty is to be subserved, whatever occurs.		Walt Whitman
fa8418e	What do you suppose will satisfy the soul except to walk free and own no superior?		Walt Whitman
8d53bdc	To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle,Every cubic inch of space is a miracle.		Walt Whitman
df0b48c	I see that I am to wait for what will be exhibited by death.		Walt Whitman
b8d1e2b	I swear I think there is nothing but immortality!		Walt Whitman
ce0ed18	The paths to the house I seek to make,But leave to those to come the house itself.		Walt Whitman
177fd8c	Society waits unformed and is between things ended and things begun.		Walt Whitman

938f96e

I am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of the Soul, The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me, The first I graft and increase upon myself, the latter I translate

Walt Whitman

ede868f

Only themselves understand themselves and the like of themselves, As souls only understand souls.

self-awareness perfectionism souls self

Walt Whitman

be9dad2

You have not known what you are--you have slumber'd upon yourself all your life; Your eye-lids have been the same as closed most of the time; What you have done returns already in mockeries; Your thrift, knowledge, prayers, if they do not return in mockeries, what is their return? The mockeries are not you; Underneath them, and within them, I see you lurk;

Walt Whitman

717fddb

I refuse putting from me the best that I am.

Walt Whitman

157c91e

All truths wait in all things, They neither hasten their own delivery nor resist it, They do not need the obstetric forceps of the surgeon,

Walt Whitman

dcb2173

All music is what awakes within us when we are reminded by the instruments; It is not the violins or the clarinets - It is not the beating of the drums - Nor the score of the baritone singing his sweet romanza; not that of the men's chorus, Nor that of the women's chorus - It is nearer and farther than they

Walt Whitman

ab2d1c4

Once I passed through a populous city imprinting my brain for future use with its shows, architecture, customs, traditions, Yet now of all that city I remember only a woman I Casually met there who detained me for love of me, Day by day and night by night we were together--all else Has long been forgotten by me, I remember I say only that woman who passionately clung To me, Again we wander, we love, we separate again, Again she holds me by ..

Walt Whitman

bd039e6

The last scud of day holds back for me, It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on the shadow'd wilds, It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk. I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun, I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags. I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles. You will hardly know who I am or what I mean, But I s..

spiritual mystic