Maxioms by Walt Whitman
Whatever satisfies the soul is truth.
Whatever satisfies the soul is truth.
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.
Let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes.
Let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes.
The butcher in his killing clothes.
The butcher in his killing clothes.
A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.
A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.
