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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

Not my Enemies Ever Invade Me

NOT my enemies ever invade me—no harm to my pride from
        them I fear;
But the lovers I recklessly love—lo! how they master me!
Lo! me, ever open and helpless, bereft of my strength!
Utterly abject, grovelling on the ground before them.

Sequel to Drum-Taps

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Book I. Inscriptions: Me Imperturbe

Me imperturbe, standing at ease in… Master of all, or mistress of all—… of irrational things, Imbued as they—passive, receptive,… Finding my occupation, poverty, no…
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The Ship

Lo! THE unbounded sea! On its breast a Ship, spreading a… Ship, carrying even her moonsails; The pennant is flying aloft, as sh… speeds so stately—below, emulous w…
Book V. Calamus: Behold This Swarthy Face

Behold this swarthy face—these gra… This beard—the white wool, unclipt… My brown hands, and the silent man… Yet comes one, a Manhattanese, an… on the lips with robust love,
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Book XX. By The Roadside: Gliding Over All

Gliding o’er all, through all, Through Nature, Time, and Space, As a ship on the waters advancing, The voyage of the soul—not life al… Death, many deaths I’ll sing.
Or From That Sea of Time

OR, from that Sea of Time, Spray, blown by the wind—a double… (O little shells, so curious-convo… Yet will you not, to the tympans o… Murmurs and echoes still bring up—…
Book XX. By The Roadside: To Old Age

I see in you the estuary that enla… in the great sea.
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Book XXXIII. Songs Of Parting: The Untold Want

The untold want, by life and land… Now, Voyager, sail thou forth, to…
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Song of Myself, XV

The pure contralto sings in the or… The carpenter dresses his plank, t… The married and unmarried children… The pilot seizes the king-pin, he… The mate stands braced in the whal…
Book IV. Children of Adam: Native Moments

Native moments—when you come upon… Give me now libidinous joys only, Give me the drench of my passions,… To-day I go consort with Nature’s… I am for those who believe in loos…
Book I. Inscriptions: The Ship Starting

Lo! The unbounded sea! On its breast a Ship starting, sp… Ship, carrying even her moonsails; The pennant is flying aloft, as sh… below, emulous waves press forward…
Book XXX. Whispers of Heavenly Death: Whispers of Heavenly Death

Whispers of heavenly death murmur’… Labial gossip of night, sibilant c… Footsteps gently ascending, mystic… Ripples of unseen rivers, tides of… (Or is it the plashing of tears? t…
Book V. Calamus: A Leaf for Hand in Hand

A Leaf for hand in hand! You natural persons old and young! You on the Mississippi, and on al… Mississippi! You friendly boatmen and mechanics…
Book V. Calamus: A Glimpse

A Glimpse, through an interstice… Of a crowd of workmen and drivers… late of a winter night—And I unre… Of a youth who loves me, and whom… seating himself near, that he may…
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Song of Myself, XLIII

I do not despise you priests, all… My faith is the greatest of faiths… Enclosing worship ancient and mode… Believing I shall come again upon… Waiting responses from oracles, ho…
Book XX. By The Roadside: Mother and Babe

I see the sleeping babe, nestling… mother; The sleeping mother and babe—hush’… long and long.
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