Walt Whitman

The earth, that is sufficient, I do not want the constellations any nearer, I know they are very well where read more

The earth, that is sufficient, I do not want the constellations any nearer, I know they are very well where they are, I know they suffice for those who belong to them.

The jour printer with gray head and gaunt jaws works at his case,
He turns his quid of tobacco, read more

The jour printer with gray head and gaunt jaws works at his case,
He turns his quid of tobacco, while his eyes blur with the
manuscript.

Where the katydid works her chromatic reed on the walnut-tree
over the well.

Where the katydid works her chromatic reed on the walnut-tree
over the well.

There is that indescribable freshness and unconsciousness about an illiterate person that humbles and mocks the power of the noblest read more

There is that indescribable freshness and unconsciousness about an illiterate person that humbles and mocks the power of the noblest expressive genius.

Love the earth and sun and animals, Despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks, Stand up for the stupid read more

Love the earth and sun and animals, Despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks, Stand up for the stupid and crazy, Devote your income and labor to others ... And your very flesh shall be a great poem.