I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.
I am larger, better than I thought; I did not know I held so much goodness.All seems beautiful to me.Whoever denies me, it shall not trouble me; Whoever accepts me, he or she shall be blessed, and sha...
The port is near the bells I hear the people all exulting While follow eyes the steady keel the vessel grim and daring But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red Where on the deck my...
Camerado this is no book. Who touches this touches a man.
O the joy of my spirit--it is uncaged--it darts like lightning!It is not enough to have this globe or a certain time,I will have thousands of globes and all time.
Every moment of light and dark is a miracle.
My words itch at your ears till you understand them
Love the earth and sun and animals,Despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks,Stand up for the stupid and crazy,
I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable.
I believe in the flesh and the appetites; Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle. Divine am I inside and out, and I make holy whatever I touch or am touch’d f...
Song of myselfA 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. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition,...
What is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life.
I say that democracy can never prove itself beyond cavil, until it founds and luxuriantly grows its own forms of art, poems, schools, theology, displacing all that exists, or that has been produced an...
If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.
I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or wake at night alone, I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again, I am to see to it that I do not lose you.
I loafe and invite my soul I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
If any thing is sacred the human body is sacred.
Silence? What can New York-noisy, roaring, rumbling, tumbling, bustling, story, turbulent New York-have to do with silence? Amid the universal clatter, the incessant din of business, the all swallowin...
Some people are so much sunshine to the square inch.
Out of every fruition of success no matter what comes forth something to make a new effort necessary.