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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

Book V. Calamus: Sometimes with One I Love

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,
Yet out of that I have written these songs).

#1855 #AmericanWriters #LeavesOfGrass

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Song of Myself, I

I Celebrate myself, and sing myse… And what I assume you shall assum… For every atom belonging to me as… I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observ…
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Book XXI. Drum-Taps: Race of Veterans

Race of veterans—race of victors! Race of the soil, ready for confli… (No more credulity’s race, abiding… Race henceforth owning no law but… Race of passion and the storm.
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Book XIX. Sea-Drift: Tears

Tears! tears! tears! In the night, in solitude, tears, On the white shore dripping, dripp… Tears, not a star shining, all dar… Moist tears from the eyes of a muf…
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NOW I make a leaf of Voices—for… they are, And I have found that no word spo… O what is it in me that makes me t… Surely, whoever speaks to me in th…
Book XXXIV. Sands At Seventy: Broadway

What hurrying human tides, or day… What passions, winnings, losses, a… What whirls of evil, bliss and sor… What curious questioning glances… Leer, envy, scorn, contempt, hope,…
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Book XXXV. Good-Bye My Fancy: Sail out for Good, Eidolon Yacht!

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Book XXX. Whispers of Heavenly Death: Yet, Yet, Ye Downcast Hours

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Head of a Prostitute, by Vincent van Gogh
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Book XXI. Drum-Taps: Give Me the Splendid Silent Sun

Give me the splendid silent sun wi… Give me autumnal fruit ripe and re… Give me a field where the unmow’d… Give me an arbor, give me the trel… Give me fresh corn and wheat, give…
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