Maxioms by Walt Whitman
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.
The earth is rude, silent, incomprehensible at first; Be not discouraged-- keep on-- there are divine things, well envelop'd; I read more
The earth is rude, silent, incomprehensible at first; Be not discouraged-- keep on-- there are divine things, well envelop'd; I swear to you there are divine things more beautiful than words can tell.
Many a good man I have seen go under.
Many a good man I have seen go under.
The butcher in his killing clothes.
The butcher in his killing clothes.
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.
