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 real war will never get in the books.

The real war will never get in the books.

To me every hour of the day and night is an unspeakably perfect miracle.

To me every hour of the day and night is an unspeakably perfect miracle.

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.

Whatever satisfies the soul is truth.

Whatever satisfies the soul is truth.