With music strong I come, with my cornets and my drums, I play not marches for accepted victors only, I play marches for conquer'd and slain persons. Have you heard that it was good to gain the day? Walt Whitman More Quotes by Walt Whitman More Quotes From Walt Whitman Why who makes much of a miracle? As to me I know nothing else but miracles, whether they be animals feeding in the fields, Or, birds, or the wonderfulness of insects in the air, Or the wonderfulness of the sundown, or of stars shining so quiet and bright, Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in spring; These, with the rest, one and all, are to me, miracles. Walt Whitman starsmoonspring A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he. Walt Whitman naturechildrenhands I am too not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world. Walt Whitman leaves-of-grasssoundworld I hate commas in the wrong places. Walt Whitman i-hatehatewriting When the materials are all prepared and ready, the architects shall appear. Walt Whitman architectreadymaterials The mother condemned for a witch and burnt with dry Walt Whitman sweatmotherchildren this is thy hour o soul, thy free flight into the wordless, away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done, thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best, night, sleep, death and the stars. Walt Whitman starsbookart These are the days that must happen to you. Walt Whitman leaves-of-grasshappenslife I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your bootsoles. Walt Whitman dirtwantlooks Clear and sweet is my soul, clear and sweet is all that is not my soul. Walt Whitman leaves-of-grasssoulsweet There is no God any more divine than Yourself. Walt Whitman there-is-no-goddivine The moon gives you light, and the bugles and the drums give you music, and my heart, O my soldiers, my veterans, my heart gives you love. Walt Whitman lightmoonheart A woman waits for me, she contains all, nothing lacking. Walt Whitman wait-for-mewomenwaiting I think it is lost.....but nothing is ever lost nor can be lost . Walt Whitman lost-lovelostthinking Have you heard that it was good to gain the day? I also say it is good to fall, battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won. Walt Whitman good-daybattlefall The earth does not argue, Is not pathetic, has no arrangements, Does not scream, haste, persuade, threaten, promise, Makes no discriminations, has no conceivable failures, Closes nothing, refuses nothing, shuts none out. Walt Whitman environmentalhastepromise I have perceiv’d that to be with those I like is enough, To stop in company with the rest at evening is enough, To be surrounded by beautiful, curious, breathing, laughing flesh is enough, To pass among them, or touch any one, or rest my arm ever so lightly round his or her neck for a moment—what is this, then? I do not ask any more delight—I swim in it, as in a sea. Walt Whitman breathingseabeautiful I am not contain'd between my hat and boots. Walt Whitman hatsboots And there is no trade or employment but the young man following it may become a hero. Walt Whitman heromaymen I dreamed in a dream, I saw a city invincible to the attacks of the whole of the rest of the earth; I dreamed that was the new City of Friends; Nothing was greater there than the quality of robust love—it led the rest; It was seen every hour in the actions of the men of that city, And in all their looks and words. Walt Whitman citiesdreammen
