The truth is simple. If it was complicated, everyone would understand it. Walt Whitman More Quotes by Walt Whitman More Quotes From Walt Whitman My rule has been, so far as I could have any rule (I could have no cast-iron rule) - my rule has been, to write what I have to say the best way I can - then lay it aside - taking it up again after some time and reading it afresh - the mind new to it. If there's no jar in the new reading, well and good - that's sufficient for me. Walt Whitman iron reading writing All truths wait in all things. Walt Whitman leaves-of-grass all-things waiting I am the poet of the woman the same as the man, And I say it is as great to be a woman as to be a man, And I say there is nothing greater than the mother of a man. Walt Whitman poet mother men Long enough have you dream'd contemptible dreams, Now I wash the gum from your eyes, You must habit yourself to the dazzle of the light and of every moment of your life Walt Whitman light eye dream There is no place like it, no place with an atom of its glory, pride, and exultancy. It lays its hand upon a man's bowels; he grows drunk with ecstasy; he grows young and full of glory, he feels that he can never die. Walt Whitman pride new-york men I inhale great draught of space...the east and west are mine...and the north and south are mine...I am grandeur than I thought...I did not know i held so much goodness. Walt Whitman east space west I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contained, I stand and look at them long and long. Walt Whitman self animal thinking What a devil art thou, Poverty! How many desires - how many aspirations after goodness and truth - how many noble thoughts, loving wishes toward our fellows, beautiful imaginings thou hast crushed under thy heel, without remorse or pause! Walt Whitman wish beautiful art I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning, How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn'd over upon me, And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart, And reach'd till you felt my beard, and reach'd till you held my feet. Walt Whitman summer heart morning I pass death with the dying and birth with the new-wash'd babe, and am not contained between my hat and my boots. Walt Whitman leaves-of-grass boots dying Now I see the secret of making the best person: it is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth. Walt Whitman nature air sleep The poet judges not as a judge judges but as the sun falling around a helpless thing. Walt Whitman judgement judging fall I see great things in baseball. It's our game - the American game. Walt Whitman baseball games sports Lo, the most excellent sun so calm and haughty, The violet and purple morn with just-felt breezes, The gentle soft-born measureless light, The miracle spreading bathing all, the fulfill'd noon, The coming eve delicious, the welcome night and the stars, Over my cities shining all, enveloping man and land. Walt Whitman stars men night Viewed freely, the English language is the accretion and growth of every dialect, race, and range of time, and is both the free and compacted composition of all. Walt Whitman growth communication race 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. Walt Whitman rocks months purpose In the dooryard fronting an old farm-house near the white-wash'd palings, Stands the lilac-bush tall-growing with heart-shaped leaves of rich green, with many a pointed blossom rising delicate, with the perfume strong I love, With every leaf a miracle - and from this bush in the dooryard, With delicate-color'd blossoms and heart-shaped leaves of rich green, A sprig with its flower I break. Walt Whitman flower strong heart Love-buds, put before you and within you, whoever you are, Buds to be unfolded on the old terms; If you bring the warmth of the sun to them, they will open, and bring form, color, perfume, to you; If you become the aliment and the wet, they will become flowers, fruits, tall blanches and trees. Walt Whitman color flower love I find no sweeter fat than sticks to my own bones. Walt Whitman humor sticks funny Old age: The estuary that enlarges and spreads itself grandly as it pours into the Great Sea. Walt Whitman aging age sea
