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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

Now Lift Me Close

Now lift me close to your face till I whisper,
What you are holding is in reality no book, nor part
        of a book;
It is a man, flush’d and full-blooded—it is I—So long!
—We must separate awhile—Here! take from my lips
        this kiss;
Whoever you are, I give it especially to you;
So long! —And I hope we shall meet again.

Leaves of Grass

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Otras obras de Walt Whitman...
Book V. Calamus: O You Whom I Often and Silently Come

O you whom I often and silently c… with you; As I walk by your side, or sit ne… you, Little you know the subtle electri…
Burial

1 To think of it! To think of time—of all that retro… To think of to—day and the ages co… forward! 2 Have you guess’d you yourself w…
Song of Myself, IX

The big doors of the country barn… The dried grass of the harvest-tim… The clear light plays on the brown… The armfuls are pack’d to the sagg… I am there, I help, I came stretc…
Book I. Inscriptions: One’s-Self I Sing

One’s-Self I sing, a simple separ… Yet utter the word Democratic, th… Of physiology from top to toe I s… Not physiognomy alone nor brain al… The Female equally with the Male…
Book XXXIV. Sands At Seventy: With Husky-Haughty Lips, O Sea!

With husky-haughty lips, O sea! Where day and night I wend thy su… Imaging to my sense thy varied str… (I see and plainly list thy talk a… Thy troops of white-maned racers r…
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Tears

Tears! tears! tears! In the night, in solitude, tears; On the white shore dripping, dripp… Tears—not a star shining—all dark… Moist tears from the eyes of a muf…
Book I. Inscriptions: When I Read the Book

When I read the book, the biograp… And is this then (said I) what th… And so will some one when I am de… (As if any man really knew aught o… Why even I myself I often think k…
Book XX. By The Roadside: To Rich Givers

What you give me, I cheerfully ac… A little sustenance, a hut and gar… rendezvous with my poems; A traveler’s lodging and breakfast… Why should I be ashamed to own su…
Debris

HE is wisest who has the most cau… He only wins who goes far enough. ANY thing is as good as establish… lished that will produce it and co…
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 XXXII. From Noon to Starry Night: By Broad Potomac’s Shore

By broad Potomac’s shore, again o… (Still uttering, still ejaculating… Again old heart so gay, again to y… returning, Again the freshness and the odors,…
Book XXXIV. Sands At Seventy: A Prairie Sunset

Shot gold, maroon and violet, dazz… The earth’s whole amplitude and N… for once to colors; The light, the general air possess… No limit, confine—not the Western…
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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Book V. Calamus: Here the Frailest Leaves of Me

Here the frailest leaves of me, an… Here I shade and hide my thoughts… And yet they expose me more than a…
In Midnight Sleep

IN midnight sleep, of many a face… Of the look at first of the mortal… look; Of the dead on their backs, with a… I dream, I dream, I dream.



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