Walt Whitman
Walt Whitman
Walter "Walt" Whitmanwas an American poet, essayist, and journalist. A humanist, he was a part of the transition between transcendentalism and realism, incorporating both views in his works. Whitman is among the most influential poets in the American canon, often called the father of free verse. His work was very controversial in its time, particularly his poetry collection Leaves of Grass, which was described as obscene for its overt sexuality...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth31 May 1819
CountryUnited States of America
I celebrate 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.
NOT I - NOT ANYONE else, can travel that road for you, You must travel it for yourself.
I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world
Have you heard that it was good to gain the day? I also say it is good to fall, battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won
In the faces of men and women I see God, and in my own face in the glass, I find letters from God dropped in the street, and every one is signed by God's name. And I leave them where they are, for I know that wherever I go, others will punctually come for ever and ever.
The damp of the night drives deeper into my soul.
I cannot be awake for nothing looks to me as it did before, Or else I am awake for the first time, and all before has been a mean sleep.
Behind this face that appears so impassive Hell's tides continually run
Seeing, hearing and feeling are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle.
There is no object so soft but it makes a hub for the wheel'd universe.
I may be as bad as the worst, but, thank God, I am as good as the best.
To have great poets, there must be great audiences too.
I do not think seventy years is the time of a man or woman, Nor that seventy millions of years is the time of a man or woman, Nor that years will ever stop the existence of me, or any one else.
A woman waits for me, she contains all, nothing is lacking, Yet all were lacking if sex were lacking, or if the moisture of the right man were lacking.