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Walt Whitman: Song of Myself, Part 45
Part 45O span of youth! ever-push'd elasticity! O manhood, balanced, florid and full.My lovers suffocate me, Crowding my lips, thick in the pores of my skin, Jostling me through streets and…Walt Whitman: Song of Myself, Part 46
Part 46I know I have the best of time and space, and was never measured and never will be measured.I tramp a perpetual journey, (come listen all!) My signs are a rain-proof coat, good…Walt Whitman: Song of Myself, Part 47
Part 47I am the teacher of athletes, He that by me spreads a wider breast than my own proves the width of my own, He most honors my style who learns under it to destroy the teacher.The boy I…Walt Whitman: Song of Myself, Part 48
Part 48I have said that the soul is not more than the body, And I have said that the body is not more than the soul, And nothing, not God, is greater to one than one's self is, And whoever…Walt Whitman: Song of Myself, Part 49
Part 49And as to you Death, and you bitter hug of mortality, it is idle to try to alarm me.To his work without flinching the accoucheur comes, I see the elder-hand pressing receiving…Walt Whitman: Song of Myself, Part 50
Part 50There is that in me—I do not know what it is—but I know it is in me.Wrench'd and sweaty—calm and cool then my body becomes, I sleep—I sleep long.I do not know it—it is without name—it…Walt Whitman: Song of Myself, Part 51
Part 51The past and present wilt—I have fill'd them, emptied them. And proceed to fill my next fold of the future.Listener up there! what have you to confide to me? Look in my face while I…Walt Whitman: Song of Myself, Part 52
Part 52The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains of my gab and my loitering.I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the…Walt Whitman: From Pent-Up Aching Rivers
From Pent-Up Aching RiversFrom pent-up aching rivers, From that of myself without which I were nothing, From what I am determin'd to make illustrious, even if I stand sole among men, From…Walt Whitman: One Hour to Madness and Joy
One Hour to Madness and JoyOne hour to madness and joy! O furious! O confine me not! (What is this that frees me so in storms? What do my shouts amid lightnings and raging winds mean?) O to…Trending
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