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Walt Whitman

Leaves of Grass

    Katia Alvarezje citiraoпре 6 месеци
    Ever the mutable,

    Ever materials, changing, crumbling, re-cohering,

    Ever the ateliers, the factories divine,

    Issuing eidolons.
    celine darlingje citiralaпре 6 година
    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 Talbotje citiraoпре 8 година
    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.
    mydearestplutoje citiralaпре 7 дана
    I am myself just as much evil as good, and my nation is—and I say

    there is in fact no evil,

    (Or if there is I say it is just as important to you, to the land or

    to me, as any thing else.)
    mydearestplutoje citiralaпрошлог месеца
    Think nothing can ever be greater, nothing can ever deserve more

    than it deserves,

    Regarding it all intently a long while, then dismissing it,

    I stand in my place with my own day here.

    Here lands female and male,

    Here the heir-ship and heiress-ship of the world, here the flame of

    materials,

    Here spirituality the translatress, the openly-avow'd,

    The ever-tending, the finale of visible forms,

    The satisfier, after due long-waiting now advancing,

    Yes here comes my mistress the soul
    mydearestplutoje citiralaпрошлог месеца
    Dead poets, philosophs, priests,

    Martyrs, artists, inventors, governments long since,

    Language-shapers on other shores,

    Nations once powerful, now reduced, withdrawn, or desolate,

    I dare not proceed till I respectfully credit what you have left

    wafted hither,

    I have perused it, own it is admirable, (moving awhile among it,)
    Swathi Sharmaje citiraoпрошлог месеца
    I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the

    beginning and the end,

    But I do not talk of the beginning or the end.

    There was never any more inception than there is now,

    Nor any more youth or age than there is now,

    And will never be any more perfection than there is now,

    Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now
    Swathi Sharmaje citiraoпрошлог месеца
    Song of Myself

    1

    I celebrate myself, and sing myself,

    And what I assume you shall assume,

    For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

    I loafe and invite my soul,

    I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.

    My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from this soil, this air,

    Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their

    parents the same,

    I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,

    Hoping to cease not till death.
    Swathi Sharmaje citiraoпрошлог месеца
    And is this then (said I) what the author calls a man's life?

    And so will some one when I am dead and gone write my life?

    (As if any man really knew aught of my life,

    Why even I myself I often think know little or nothing of my real life,

    Only a few hints, a few diffused faint clews and indirections

    I seek for my own use to trace out here.)
    b0405531252je citiraoпре 9 месеци
    They do not know who puffs and declines with pendant and bending arch,
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