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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

What General Has a Good Army

WHAT General has a good army in himself, has a good army;
  He happy in himself, or she happy in herself, is happy,
  But I tell you you cannot be happy by others, any more than you can
        beget or conceive a child by others.

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A Song

COME, I will make the continent… I will make the most splendid race… I will make divine magnetic lands, With the love of comrades, With the life-long love of comrade…
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Head of a Prostitute, by Vincent van Gogh
Book XXIV. Autumn Rivulets: To a Common Prostitute

Be composed—be at ease with me—I… Not till the sun excludes you, do… Not till the waters refuse to glis… My girl, I appoint with you an ap… charge you that you make preparati…
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Book XXIV. Autumn Rivulets: To a Foil’D European Revolutionaire

Courage yet, my brother or my sist… Keep on—Liberty is to be subserv’… That is nothing that is quell’d by… failures, Or by the indifference or ingratit…
Song of Myself, XXIV

Walt Whitman, a kosmos, of Manhat… Turbulent, fleshy, sensual, eating… No sentimentalist, no stander abov… No more modest than immodest. Unscrew the locks from the doors!
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Behavior

Behavior—fresh, native, copious, e… Nature and the Soul expressed—Ame… the finest art, In it pride, cleanliness, sympathy… In it physique, intellect, faith—i…
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Book XXI. Drum-Taps: City of Ships

City of ships! (O the black ships! O the fierce… O the beautiful sharp-bow’d steam-… City of the world! (for all races… All the lands of the earth make co…
Book XVII. Birds Of Passage: Song of the Universal

Come said the Muse, Sing me a song no poet yet has cha… Sing me the universal. In this broad earth of ours, Amid the measureless grossness and…
Song of Myself, XXXIX

The friendly and flowing savage, w… Is he waiting for civilization, or… Is he some Southwesterner rais’d… Is he from the Mississippi countr… The mountains? prairie-life, bush-…
Book I. Inscriptions: For Him I Sing

For him I sing, I raise the present on the past, (As some perennial tree out of its… With time and space I him dilate… To make himself by them the law un…
Book XXXIV. Sands At Seventy: My Canary Bird

Did we count great, O soul, to pe… Absorbing deep and full from thoug… But now from thee to me, caged bir… Filling the air, the lonesome room… Is it not just as great, O soul?
Book V. Calamus: Sometimes with One I Love

Sometimes with one I love I fill… unreturn’d love, But now I think there is no unret… or another (I loved a certain person ardently…
Book XXXIV. Sands At Seventy: Halcyon Days

Not from successful love alone, Nor wealth, nor honor’d middle age… But as life wanes, and all the tur… As gorgeous, vapory, silent hues c… As softness, fulness, rest, suffus…
Book XXXIV. Sands At Seventy: Of That Blithe Throat of Thine

Of that blithe throat of thine fro… I’ll mind the lesson, solitary bir… E’en the profoundest chill, as now… Old age land-lock’d within its win… These snowy hairs, my feeble arm,…
Book XXXIII. Songs Of Parting: Thoughts

Of these years I sing, How they pass and have pass’d thro… parturitions, How America illustrates birth, mu… fulfilment, the absolute success,…
Trinckle, Drops

TRICKLE, drops! my blue veins <… O drops of me! trickle, slow drops… Candid, from me falling—drip, blee… From wounds made to free you whenc… From my face—from my forehead and…



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