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Walt Whitman: Spontaneous Me
Spontaneous MeSpontaneous me, Nature, The loving day, the mounting sun, the friend I am happy with, The arm of my friend hanging idly over my shoulder, The hillside whiten'd with blossoms of…Walt Whitman: O Hymen! O Hymenee!
O Hymen! O Hymenee!O hymen! O hymenee! why do you tantalize me thus? O why sting me for a swift moment only? Why can you not continue? O why do you now cease? Is it because if you continued…Walt Whitman: Native Moments
Native MomentsNative moments—when you come upon me—ah you are here now, Give me now libidinous joys only, Give me the drench of my passions, give me life coarse and rank, To-day I go consort…Walt Whitman: In Paths Untrodden
In Paths UntroddenIn paths untrodden, In the growth by margins of pond-waters, Escaped from the life that exhibits itself, From all the standards hitherto publish'd, from the pleasures,…Walt Whitman: For You, O Democracy
For You, O DemocracyCome, I will make the continent indissoluble, I will make the most splendid race the sun ever shone upon, I will make divine magnetic lands, With the love of comrades…Walt Whitman: These I Singing in Spring
These I Singing in SpringThese I singing in spring collect for lovers, (For who but I should understand lovers and all their sorrow and joy? And who but I should be the poet of comrades?)…Walt Whitman: Trickle Drops
Trickle DropsTrickle drops! my blue veins leaving! O drops of me! trickle, slow drops, Candid from me falling, drip, bleeding drops, From wounds made to free you whence you were prison'd,…Walt Whitman: City of Orgies
City of OrgiesCity of orgies, walks and joys, City whom that I have lived and sung in your midst will one day make Not the pageants of you, not your shifting tableaus, your spectacles,…Walt Whitman: A Promise to California
A Promise to CaliforniaA promise to California, Or inland to the great pastoral Plains, and on to Puget sound and Oregon; Sojourning east a while longer, soon I travel toward you, to remain…Walt Whitman: Song of the Universal
Song of the UniversalPart 1Come said the Muse, Sing me a song no poet yet has chanted, Sing me the universal.In this broad earth of ours, Amid the measureless grossness and the slag, Enclosed…Trending
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