Walt Whitman

  • kyrillhas quoted2 years ago
    must not forget to mention that both these families were near enough to the sea to behold it from the high places, and to hear in still hours the roar of the surf; the latter, after a storm, giving a peculiar sound at night. Then all hands, male and female, went down frequently on beach and bathing parties, and the men on practical expeditions for cutting salt hay, and for clamming and fishing."
  • kyrillhas quoted2 years ago
    smoked tobacco, rode on horseback like a man, managed the most vicious horse, and, becoming a widow in later life, went forth every day over her farm-lands, frequently in the saddle, directing the labor of her slaves, in language in which, on exciting occasions, oaths were not spared. The two immediate grandmothers were, in the best sense, superior women. The maternal one (Amy Williams before marriage) was a Friend, or Quakeress, of sweet, sensible character, house-wifely proclivities, and deeply intuitive and spiritual. The other (Hannah Brush,) was an equally noble, perhaps stronger character, lived to be very old, had quite a family of sons, was a natural lady, was in early life a school-mistress, and had great solidity of mind. W. W. himself makes much of the women of his ancestry."—The Same
  • kyrillhas quoted2 years ago
    the ocean side the great south bay dotted with countless hummocks, mostly small, some quite large, occasionally long bars of sand out two hundred rods to a mile-and-a-half from the shore. While now and then, as at Rockaway and far east along the Hamptons, the beach makes right on the island, the sea dashing up without intervention. Several light-houses on the shores east; a long history of wrecks tragedies, some even of late years. As a youngster, I was in the atmosphere and traditions of many of these wrecks—of one or two almost an observer. Off Hempstead beach for example, was the loss of the ship "Mexico" in 1840, (alluded to in "the Sleepers" in L. of G.) And at Hampton, some years later, the destruction of the brig "Elizabeth," a fearful affair, in one of the worst winter gales, where Margaret Fuller went down, with her husband and child.
  • kyrillhas quoted2 years ago
    We would cut holes in the ice, sometimes striking quite an eel-bonanza, and filling our baskets with great, fat, sweet, white-meated fellows. The scenes, the ice, drawing the hand-sled, cutting holes, spearing the eels, &c., were of course just such fun as is dearest to boyhood.
  • mydearestplutohas quoted2 years ago
    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,)
  • mydearestplutohas quoted2 years ago
    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


    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
  • mydearestplutohas quoted2 years ago
    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.)
  • Swathi Sharmahas quoted2 years ago
    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.)
  • Swathi Sharmahas quoted2 years ago
    Song of Myself


    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 Sharmahas quoted2 years ago
    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
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