Walt Whitman
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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
There is no object so soft but it makes a hub for the wheel'd universe.
Be not ashamed women, ... You are the gates of the body, and you are the gates of the soul.
When I heard the learned astronomer; When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me; When I was shown the charts and the diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them; When I, sitting, heard the astronomer, where he lectured with much a
I and this mystery, here we stand.
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
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.
Do you guess I have some intricate purpose? Well I have, for the Fourth-month showers have, and the mica on the side of a rock has.
I am too not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.
I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable.
The beauty of independence, departure, actions that rely on themselves.
Happiness, not in another place but this place...not for another hour, but this hour.
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing, Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms, Strong and content I travel the open road.
The art of art, the glory of expression and the sunshine of the light of letters, is simplicity.