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Walt Whitman

Leaves of Grass

  • Katia Alvarezfez uma citaçãohá 3 anos
    Ever the mutable,

    Ever materials, changing, crumbling, re-cohering,

    Ever the ateliers, the factories divine,

    Issuing eidolons.
  • celine darlingfez uma citaçãohá 9 anos
    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 Talbotfez uma citaçãohá 11 anos
    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 Almanzafez uma citaçãohá 11 horas
    I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or
    wake at night alone,
    I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again,
    I am to see to it that I do not lose you.
  • Enya Almanzafez uma citaçãohá 3 dias
    May-be the things I perceive, the animals, plants, men, hills,
    shining and flowing waters,
    The skies of day and night, colors, densities, forms, may-be these
    are (as doubtless they are) only apparitions, and the real
    something has yet to be known,
    (How often they dart out of themselves as if to confound me and mock me!
    How often I think neither I know, nor any man knows, aught of them,)
    May-be seeming to me what they are (as doubtless they indeed but seem)
    as from my present point of view, and might prove (as of course they
    would) nought of what they appear, or nought anyhow, from entirely
    changed points of view;
    To me these and the like of these are curiously answer'd by my
    lovers, my dear friends,
    When he whom I love travels with me or sits a long while holding me
    by the hand,
    When the subtle air, the impalpable, the sense that words and reason
    hold not, surround us and pervade us,
    Then I am charged with untold and untellable wisdom, I am silent, I
    require nothing further,
    I cannot answer the question of appearances or that of identity
    beyond the grave,
    But I walk or sit indifferent, I am satisfied,
    He ahold of my hand has completely satisfied me.
  • Enya Almanzafez uma citaçãohá 3 dias
    Come, I will take you down underneath this impassive exterior, I
    will tell you what to say of me,
    Publish my name and hang up my picture as that of the tenderest lover
  • Enya Almanzafez uma citaçãohá 5 dias
    We are two resplendent suns, we it is who balance ourselves orbic
    and stellar, we are as two comets,
    We prowl fang'd and four-footed in the woods, we spring on prey,
    We are two clouds forenoons and afternoons driving overhead,
    We are seas mingling, we are two of those cheerful waves rolling
    over each other and interwetting each other,
    We are what the atmosphere is, transparent, receptive, pervious, impervious,
    We are snow, rain, cold, darkness, we are each product and influence
    of the globe,
    We have circled and circled till we have arrived home again, we two,
    We have voided all but freedom and all but our own joy.
  • Enya Almanzafez uma citaçãohá 5 dias
    Out of the rolling ocean the crowd came a drop gently to me,
    Whispering I love you, before long I die,
    I have travel'd a long way merely to look on you to touch you,
    For I could not die till I once look'd on you,
    For I fear'd I might afterward lose you.

    Now we have met, we have look'd, we are safe,
    Return in peace to the ocean my love,
    I too am part of that ocean my love, we are not so much separated,
    Behold the great rondure, the cohesion of all, how perfect!
    But as for me, for you, the irresistible sea is to separate us,
    As for an hour carrying us diverse, yet cannot carry us diverse forever;
    Be not impatient—a little space—know you I salute the air, the
    ocean and the land,
    Every day at sundown for your dear sake my love.
  • Enya Almanzafez uma citaçãohá 5 dias
    To have the feeling to-day or any day I am sufficient as I am.

    O something unprov'd! something in a trance!
    To escape utterly from others' anchors and holds!
    To drive free! to love free! to dash reckless and dangerous!
    To court destruction with taunts, with invitations!
    To ascend, to leap to the heavens of the love indicated to me!
    To rise thither with my inebriate soul!
    To be lost if it must be so!
    To feed the remainder of life with one hour of fulness and freedom!
    With one brief hour of madness and joy.
  • Enya Almanzafez uma citaçãohá 6 dias
    The real poems, (what we call poems being merely pictures,)
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