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Walt Whitman

Leaves of Grass

  • Katia Alvarezцитирует3 года назад
    Ever the mutable,

    Ever materials, changing, crumbling, re-cohering,

    Ever the ateliers, the factories divine,

    Issuing eidolons.
  • celine darlingцитирует9 лет назад
    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.
    I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning,
    How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn'd over upon me,
  • Danny Talbotцитирует10 лет назад
    O Me! O Life!
    O me! O life! of the questions of these recurring,
    Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill'd with the foolish,
    Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I,
    and who more faithless?)
    Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the
    struggle ever renew'd,
    Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see
    around me,
    Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined,
    The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?
    Answer.
    That you are here—that life exists and identity,
    That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.
  • Enya Almanzaцитирует3 дня назад
    I know I am august,
    I do not trouble my spirit to vindicate itself or be understood
  • Enya Almanzaцитирует4 дня назад
    This is the press of a bashful hand, this the float and odor of hair,
    This the touch of my lips to yours, this the murmur of yearning,
    This the far-off depth and height reflecting my own face,
    This the thoughtful merge of myself, and the outlet again.
  • Enya Almanzaцитирует4 дня назад
    Have you heard that it was good to gain the day?
    I also say it is good to fall, battles are lost in the same spirit
    in which they are won.
  • Enya Almanzaцитирует6 дней назад
    Have you practis'd so long to learn to read?
    Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems?

    Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of
    all poems,
  • Enya Almanzaцитирует7 дней назад
    And what I assume you shall assume,
    For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
  • Enya Almanzaцитирует7 дней назад
    Daughter of the lands did you wait for your poet?
  • Enya Almanzaцитирует7 дней назад
    Behold, the body includes and is the meaning, the main concern and
    includes and is the soul;
    Whoever you are, how superb and how divine is your body, or any part
    of it!
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