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Walt Whitman
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Walt Whitman
Age: 72 †
Born: 1819
Born: May 31
Died: 1892
Died: March 26
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I keep thinking about you every few minutes all day.
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I say you shall yet find the friend you were looking for.
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I have learned that to be with those I like is enough.
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O magnet-South! O glistening perfumed South! My South! O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse and love! Good and evil! O all dear to me!
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I am as bad as the worst, but, thank God, I am as good as the best.
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I do not seek good fortune - I am good fortune!
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Sometimes with one I love, I fill myself with rage, for fear I effuse unreturn'd love But now I think there is no unreturn'd love—the pay is certain, one way or another (I loved a certain person ardently, and my love was not return'd Yet out of that, I have written these songs.)
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Camden was originally an accident, but I shall never be sorry I was left over in Camden. It has brought me blessed returns.
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I exist as I am, that is enough, If no other in the world be aware I sit content, And if each and all be aware I sit content. One world is aware, and by the far the largest to me, and that is myself, And whether I come to my own today or in ten thousand or ten million years, I can cheerfully take it now, or with equal cheerfulness, I can wait.
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Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?
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There is that indescribable freshness and unconsciousness about an illiterate person that humbles and mocks the power of the noblest expressive genius.
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But the people are ungrammatical, untidy, and their sins gaunt and ill-bred.
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You will hardly know who I am or what I mean, But I shall be good health to you nevertheless, And filter and fibre your blood. Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, Missing me one place search another, I stop somewhere waiting for you.
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I am too not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.
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Let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes.
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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.
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Strange, (is it not?) that battles, martyrs, blood, even assassination should so condense - perhaps only really lastingly condense - a Nationality.
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I will write the evangel-poem of comrades and of love.
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The orchestra whirls me wider than Uranus flies, It wrenches such ardors from me I did not know I possess'd them
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Strong and content I travel the open road.
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