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Walt Whitman: Out of the Rolling Ocean the Crowd
Out of the Rolling Ocean the CrowdOut 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…Walt Whitman: Ages and Ages Returning at Intervals
Ages and Ages Returning at IntervalsAges and ages returning at intervals, Undestroy'd, wandering immortal, Lusty, phallic, with the potent original loins, perfectly sweet, I, chanter of…Walt Whitman: We Two, How Long We Were Fool'd
We Two, How Long We Were Fool'dWe two, how long we were fool'd, Now transmuted, we swiftly escape as Nature escapes, We are Nature, long have we been absent, but now we return, We become…Walt Whitman: I Am He That Aches with Love
I Am He That Aches with LoveI am he that aches with amorous love; Does the earth gravitate? does not all matter, aching, attract all matter? So the body of me to all I meet or know.Walt Whitman: Once I Pass'd Through a Populous City
Once I Pass'd Through a Populous CityOnce I pass'd through a populous city imprinting my brain for future use with its shows, architecture, customs, traditions, Yet now of all that city I…Walt Whitman: I Heard You Solemn-Sweet Pipes of the Organ
I Heard You Solemn-Sweet Pipes of the OrganI heard you solemn-sweet pipes of the organ as last Sunday morn I pass'd the church, Winds of autumn, as I walk'd the woods at dusk I heard your…Walt Whitman: Facing West from California's Shores
Facing West from California's ShoresFacing west from California's shores, Inquiring, tireless, seeking what is yet unfound, I, a child, very old, over waves, towards the house of maternity…Walt Whitman: Scented Herbage of My Breast
Scented Herbage of My BreastScented herbage of my breast, Leaves from you I glean, I write, to be perused best afterwards, Tomb-leaves, body-leaves growing up above me above death, Perennial…Walt Whitman: Whoever You Are Holding Me Now in Hand
Whoever You Are Holding Me Now in HandWhoever you are holding me now in hand, Without one thing all will be useless, I give you fair warning before you attempt me further, I am not what you…Walt Whitman: Not Heaving from My Ribb'd Breast Only
Not Heaving from My Ribb'd Breast OnlyNot heaving from my ribb'd breast only, Not in sighs at night in rage dissatisfied with myself, Not in those long-drawn, ill-supprest sighs, Not in many…Trending
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