Walt Whitman
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Walt Whitman
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The 1855 edition of Leaves of Grass, in order, little by little, over and over.
You shall possess the good of the earth and sun .... there are millions of suns left,
February 17, 2026 at 10:49 PM
Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems,
February 17, 2026 at 8:49 PM
Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems?
February 17, 2026 at 6:49 PM
Have you practiced so long to learn to read?
February 17, 2026 at 4:49 PM
Have you reckoned a thousand acres much? Have you reckoned the earth much?
February 17, 2026 at 2:49 PM
The feeling of health .... the full-noon trill .... the song of me rising from bed and meeting the sun.
February 17, 2026 at 12:49 PM
The delight alone or in the rush of the streets, or along the fields and hillsides,
February 17, 2026 at 10:49 AM
The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple boughs wag,
February 17, 2026 at 8:49 AM
A few light kisses .... a few embraces .... a reaching around of arms,
February 17, 2026 at 6:49 AM
The sound of the belched words of my voice .... words loosed to the eddies of the wind,
February 17, 2026 at 4:49 AM
The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore and darkcolored sea-rocks, and of hay in the barn,
February 17, 2026 at 2:49 AM
My respiration and inspiration .... the beating of my heart .... the passing of blood and air through my lungs,
February 17, 2026 at 12:49 AM
Echos, ripples, and buzzed whispers .... loveroot, silkthread, crotch and vine,
February 16, 2026 at 10:49 PM
The smoke of my own breath,
February 16, 2026 at 8:49 PM
I am mad for it to be in contact with me.
February 16, 2026 at 6:49 PM
I will go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised and naked,
February 16, 2026 at 4:49 PM
It is for my mouth forever .... I am in love with it,
February 16, 2026 at 2:49 PM
The atmosphere is not a perfume .... it has no taste of the distillation .... it is odorless,
February 16, 2026 at 12:49 PM
The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it.
February 16, 2026 at 10:49 AM
I breathe the fragrance myself, and know it and like it,
February 16, 2026 at 8:49 AM
Houses and rooms are full of perfumes .... the shelves are crowded with perfumes,
February 16, 2026 at 6:49 AM
I lean and loafe at my ease .... observing a spear of summer grass.
February 16, 2026 at 4:49 AM
I loafe and invite my soul,
February 16, 2026 at 2:49 AM
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
February 16, 2026 at 12:49 AM
And what I assume you shall assume,
February 15, 2026 at 10:49 PM