Simplicity is the glory of expression. Walt Whitman More Quotes by Walt Whitman More Quotes From Walt Whitman I know nothing grander, better exercise, better digestion, more positive proof of the past, the triumphant result of faith in human kind, than a well-contested American national election. Walt Whitman exercise america past O public road, I say back I am not afraid to leave you, yet I love you, you express me better than I can express myself. Walt Whitman tourism love travel I tramp a perpetual journey. Walt Whitman tramps journey travel Whoever you are, motion and reflection are especially for you, The divine ship sails the divine sea for you. Walt Whitman ships reflection sea If you want me again look for me under your boot soles. Walt Whitman dying death looks To the garden of the world anew descending, Walt Whitman daughter spring beautiful I cannot too often repeat that Democracy is a word the real gist of which still sleeps, quite unawakened, notwithstanding the resonance and the many angry tempests out of which its syllables have come, from pen or tongue. It is a great word, whose history, I suppose, remains unwritten because that history has yet to be enacted. Walt Whitman historical real sleep Sweet, sane, still Nakedness in Nature! — ah if poor, sick, prurient humanity in cities might really know you once more! Is not nakedness then indecent? No, not inherently. It is your thought, your sophistication, your fear, your respectability that is indecent. There come moods when these clothes of ours are not only too irksome to wear, but are themselves indecent. Perhaps indeed he or she to whom the free exhilarating ecstasy of nakedness in Nature has never been eligible (and how many thousands there are!) has not really known what purity is — nor what faith or art or health really is. Walt Whitman cities sweet art I sing the body electric, Walt Whitman army body soul Only themselves understand themselves and the like of themselves, As souls only understand souls. Walt Whitman soul To me, every hour of the light and dark is a miracle, every inch of space is a miracle, every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the same, every cubic foot of the interior swarms with the same; every spear of grass-the frames, limbs, organs, of men and women, and all that concerns them, all these to me are unspeakably perfect miracles. Walt Whitman squares dark men ...of two simple men I saw today on the pier in the midst of the crowd, parting the parting of dear friends, the one to remain hung on the other's neck and passionately kissed him. While the one to depart tightly pressed the one to remain in his arms. Walt Whitman simple men two Smile O voluptuous coolbreathed earth! Walt Whitman sunset moon dark Once I passed through a populous city imprinting my brain for future use with its shows, architecture, customs, traditions, Yet now of all that city I remember only a woman I Casually met there who detained me for love of me, Day by day and night by night we were together—all else Has long been forgotten by me, I remember I say only that woman who passionately clung To me, Again we wander, we love, we separate again, Again she holds me by the hand, I must not go, I see her close beside me with silent lips sad and tremulous. Walt Whitman cities night hands Logic and sermons never convince, The damp of the night drives deeper into my soul. Walt Whitman logic soul night And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud. Walt Whitman leaves-of-grass funeral sympathy When I give, I give myself. Walt Whitman dance helping-others giving Praised be the fathomless universe, for life and joy, and for objects and knowledge curious. Walt Whitman joy life knowledge I will You, in all, Myself, with promise to never desert you, To which I sign my name. Walt Whitman desert names promise An electric chain seems to vibrate, as it were, between our brain and him or her preserved there [in a Daguerreotype] so well by the limner's cunning. Time, space, both are annihilated, and we identify the semblance with the reality. Walt Whitman space brain reality
