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Walt Whitman: Song of Myself, Part 25
Part 25Dazzling and tremendous how quick the sun-rise would kill me, If I could not now and always send sun-rise out of me.We also ascend dazzling and tremendous as the sun, We found our own…Walt Whitman: Song of Myself, Part 26
Part 26Now I will do nothing but listen, To accrue what I hear into this song, to let sounds contribute toward it.I hear bravuras of birds, bustle of growing wheat, gossip of flames,…Walt Whitman: Song of Myself, Part 27
Part 27To be in any form, what is that? (Round and round we go, all of us, and ever come back thither,) If nothing lay more develop'd the quahaug in its callous shell were enough.Mine is no…Walt Whitman: Song of Myself, Part 28
Part 28Is this then a touch? quivering me to a new identity, Flames and ether making a rush for my veins, Treacherous tip of me reaching and crowding to help them, My flesh and blood playing…Walt Whitman: Song of Myself, Part 29
Part 29Blind loving wrestling touch, sheath'd hooded sharp-tooth'd touch! Did it make you ache so, leaving me?Parting track'd by arriving, perpetual payment of perpetual loan, Rich showering…Walt Whitman: Song of Myself, Part 30
Part 30All truths wait in all things, They neither hasten their own delivery nor resist it, They do not need the obstetric forceps of the surgeon, The insignificant is as big to me as any, (…Walt Whitman: Song of Myself, Part 31
Part 31I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey work of the stars, And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg of the wren, And the tree-toad is a…Walt Whitman: Song of Myself, Part 32
Part 32I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contain'd, I stand and look at them long and long.They do not sweat and whine about their condition, They do…Walt Whitman: Song of Myself, Part 33
Part 33Space and Time! now I see it is true, what I guess'd at, What I guess'd when I loaf'd on the grass, What I guess'd while I lay alone in my bed, And again as I walk'd the beach under…Walt Whitman: Song of Myself, Part 34
Part 34Now I tell what I knew in Texas in my early youth, (I tell not the fall of Alamo, Not one escaped to tell the fall of Alamo, The hundred and fifty are dumb yet at Alamo,) 'Tis the tale…Trending
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