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I Think it is lost.....but nothing is ever lost nor can be lost .
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lovers
the-notebook
lost-love
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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
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universe
nature
death
good-health
look
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This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless, Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done, Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best. Night, sleep, and the stars.
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silence
soul
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Walt Whitman |
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Touch me, touch the palm of your hand to my body as I pass, Be not afraid of my body.
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Walt Whitman |
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Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems, You shall possess the good of the earth and sun.... there are millions of suns left, You shall no longer take things at second or third hand.... nor look through the eyes of the dead.... nor feed on the spectres in books, You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me, You shall listen to all sides and filter them from yourself.
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Walt Whitman |
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My words itch at your ears till you understand them
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teaching-as-leadership
teaching
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I will sleep no more but arise, You oceans that have been calm within me! how I feel you, fathomless, stirring, preparing unprecedented waves and storms.
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Walt Whitman |
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I exist as I am, that is enough, If no other in the world be aware I sit content,
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self-satisfaction
self-esteem
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Walt Whitman |
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I accept Time absolutely. It alone is without flaw, It alone rounds and completes all, That mystic baffling wonder.
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WE two boys together clinging, One the other never leaving, Up and down the roads going, North and South excursions making, Power enjoying, elbows stretching, fingers clutching, Arm'd and fearless, eating, drinking, sleeping, loving. No law less than ourselves owning, sailing, soldiering, thieving, threatening, Misers, menials, priests alarming, air breathing, water drinking, on the turf or the sea-beach dancing, Cities wrenching, ease scor..
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friendship
life
love
togetherness
companionship
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Walt Whitman (1819-1892). Leaves of Grass. 1900. To You WHOEVER you are, I fear you are walking the walks of dreams, I fear these supposed realities are to melt from under your feet and hands; Even now, your features, joys, speech, house, trade, manners, troubles, follies, costume, crimes, dissipate away from you, Your true Soul and Body appear before me, They stand forth out of affairs--out of commerce, shops, law, science, work, f..
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I will You, in all, Myself, with promise to never desert you, To which I sign my name.
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Walt Whitman |
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There was never any more inception than there is now, Nor any more youth or age than there is now; And will never be any more perfection than there is now, Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.
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Walt Whitman |
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I and this mystery, here we stand.
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Walt Whitman |
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You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, not look through the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the spectres in books. You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me, you shall listen to all sides and filter them from yourself.
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Walt Whitman |
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re-examine all you have been told in school or church or in any book, and dismiss whatever insults your own soul; and your very flesh shall be a great poem, and have the richest fluency, not only in its words, but in the silent lines of its lips and face, and between the lashes of your eyes, and in every motion and joint of your body. [From the preface to Leaves Grass]
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learning
truth
wisdom
soul
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Walt Whitman |
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The powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse.
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Walt Whitman |
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storming, enjoying, planning, loving, cautioning, Backing and filling, appearing and disappearing, I tread day and night such roads.
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Walt Whitman |
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Loafe with me on the grass--loose the stop from your throat; Not words, not music or rhyme I want--not custom or lecture, not even the best; Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice.
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The untold want, by life and land ne'er granted, Now, Voyager, sail thou forth, to seek and find.
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life
sail-forth
untold-want
voyager
seek
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What do you think has become of the young and old men? And what do you think has become of the women and children? They are alive and well somewhere, The smallest sprout shows there is really no death, And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it, And ceas'd the moment life appear'd. All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses, And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier..
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poem
song
life
homage
walt-whitman
reflection
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What shall I give? and which are my miracles? 2. Realism is mine--my miracles--Take freely, Take without end--I offer them to you wherever your feet can carry you or your eyes reach. 3. Why! who makes much of a miracle? As to me, I know of nothing else but miracles, Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan, Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky, Or wade with naked feet along the beach, just in the edge of the water, Or sta..
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Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orchard." [ ]"
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seasons
fall
fruit
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The question, O me! so sad, recurring - What good amid these, O me, O life? That you are here - that life exists and identity, that the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.
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Long have you timidly waded Holding a plank by the shore, Now I will you to be a bold swimmer, To jump off in the midst of the sea, Rise again, nod to me, shout, And laughingly dash with your hair.
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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,
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I believe in the flesh and the appetites; Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle. Divine am I inside and out, and I make holy whatever I touch or am touch'd from; The scent of these arm-pits, aroma finer than prayer; This head more than churches, bibles, and all the creeds.
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sensuality
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Out of the cradle endlessly rocking, Out of the mocking-bird's throat, the musical shuttle, Out of the Ninth-month midnight, Over the sterile sands, and the fields beyond, where the child, leaving his bed, wander'd alone, bare-headed, barefoot, Down from the shower'd halo, Up from the mystic play of shadows, twining and twisting as if they were alive, Out from the patches of briers and blackberries, From the memories of the bird that..
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Walt Whitman |
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Clear and sweet is my soul, clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.
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Walt Whitman |
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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;
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Walt Whitman |
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I have said that the soul is not more than the body,
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god
whitman
self
soul
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Walt Whitman |
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A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven. Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord, A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropt, Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may see and remark, and say Whose? Or I guess the grass is i..
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life
grass
graves
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Walt Whitman |
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I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your bootsoles.
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Walt Whitman |
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I tramp the perpetual journey My signs are a rain-proof coat, good shoes, and a staff cut from the woods, No friend of mine takes his ease in my chair, I have no chair, no philosophy, I lead no man to a dinner-table, library, exchange, But each man and each woman of you I lead upon a knoll, My left hand hooking you round the waist, My right hand pointing to landscapes of continents and the public road. Not I, not any one else can t..
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son
journey
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Walt Whitman |
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Unscrew the locks from the doors ! Unscrew the doors themselves from their jambs !
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Walt Whitman |
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I think I will do nothing for a long time but listen, And accrue what I hear into myself...and let sound contribute toward me.
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silence
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Walt Whitman |
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Agonies are one of my changes of garments.
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Walt Whitman |
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And I will show that there is no imperfection in the present, and can be none in the future, And I will show that whatever happens to anybody it may be turn'd to beautiful results, And I will show that nothing can happen more beautiful than death, And I will thread a thread through my poems that time and events are compact,
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Walt Whitman |
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I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable.
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Walt Whitman |
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TO the States or any one of them, or any city of the States, Resist much, obey little, Once unquestioning obedience, once fully enslaved, Once fully enslaved, no nation, state, city of this earth, ever after-ward resumes its liberty.
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politics
wisdom
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Walt Whitman |
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When he whom I love travels with me or sits a long while holding me by the hand, ... Then I am charged with untold and untellable wisdom, I am silent, I require nothing further, I cannot answer the question of appearances or that of identity beyond the grave,
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Walt Whitman |
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A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he.
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doubt
questioning
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Walt Whitman |
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Why should I wish to see God better than this day? I see something of God each hour of the twenty-four, and each moment then, In the faces of men and women I see God, and in my own face in the glass; I find letters from God dropped in the street, and every one is signed by God's name, And I leave them where they are, for I know that others will punctually come forever and ever.
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Walt Whitman |
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A blade of grass is the journeywork of the stars
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