The treacherous sands had caught our boat,
And held it with a strong embrace
&nbs…
October 20, 2016
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Whitman Poetry
I taught myself to live simply and wisely,
to look at the sky and pray to God,
and to wander long before evening
to tire my superfluous worries…
October 20, 2016
Souls of Poets dead and gone,
What Elysium have ye known,
Happy field or mossy cavern,
&…
October 20, 2016
Oh, a great world, a fair world, a true world I find it;
A sun that never forgets to rise,
…
October 20, 2016
Let the bird of loudest lay,
On the sole Arabian tree,
Herald sad and trumpet be,
…
October 20, 2016
Let me not mar that perfect dream
By an auroral stain,
But so adjust my daily …
October 20, 2016
Will there really be a morning?
Is there such a thing as day?
Could I see i…
October 20, 2016
The brooding ghosts of Australian night have gone from the bush and town;
My spirit revives in the morning breez…
October 20, 2016
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 re…
October 20, 2016
