Walt Whitman Quotes:
I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.
Nothing can happen more beautiful than death.
Camerado, this is no book. Who touches this, touches a man.
Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself, I am large, I contain multitudes.
The poet judges not as a judge judges but as the sun falling around a helpless thing.
To the real artist in humanity, what are called bad manners are often the most picturesque and significant of all.
What is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the words I have read in my life.
Be curious, not judgmental.
Come lovely and soothing death, Undulate round the world, serenely arriving, arriving, In the day, in the night, to all, to each, Sooner or later, delicate death.
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done! The ship has weathered every wrack, the prize we sought is won
Praised be the fathomless universe, For life and joy and for objects and knowledge curious; And for love, sweet love — But praise! O praise and praise, For the sure-enwinding arms of cool-enfolding Death.
I see Hermes, unsuspected, dying, well-beloved, saying to the people, “Do not weep for me, This is not my true country, I have lived banished from my true country — I now go back there, I return to the celestial sphere where every one goes in his turn.”
Oh Me! Oh Life! of the questions recurring,
That you are here - that life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.
Whispers of Heavenly Death by Walt Whitman
Whispers of heavenly death murmur'd I hear,
Labial gossip of night, sibilant chorals,
Footsteps gently ascending, mystical breezes wafted soft and low,
Ripples of unseen rivers, tides of a current flowing, forever flowing,
(Or is it the plashing of tears? the measureless waters of human tears?)
I see, just see skyward, great cloud-masses,
Mournfully slowly they roll, silently swelling and mixing,
With at times a half-dimm'd sadden'd far-off star,
Appearing and disappearing.
(Some parturition rather, some solemn immortal birth;
On the frontiers to eyes impenetrable,
Some soul is passing over.)
Darest thou now O soul
Darest thou now O soul,
Walk out with me toward the unknown region,
Where neither ground is for the feet nor any path to follow?
No map there, nor guide,
Nor voice sounding, nor touch of human hand,
Nor face with blooming flesh, nor lips, nor eyes, are in that land.
I know it not O soul,
Nor dost thou, all is a blank before us,
All waits undream'd of in that region, that inaccessible land.
Till when the ties loosen,
All but the ties eternal, Time and Space,
Nor darkness, gravitation, sense, nor any bounds bounding us.
Then we burst forth, we float,
In Time and Space O soul, prepared for them,
Equal, equipt at last, (O joy! O fruit of all!) them to fulfil O soul.