My words itch at your ears till you understand them
O YOU whom I often and silently come where you are, that I may be with you; As I walk by your side, or sit near, or remain in the same room with you,
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,...
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.
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...
I exist as I am that is enough If no other in the world be aware I sit content And if each and all be aware I sit content.
I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,If you want me again look for me under your bootsoles.
Now I see the secret of making the best person: it is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth.
Some people are so much sunshine to the square inch.
What is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life.
This is the city, and I am one of the citizens/Whatever interests the rest interests me
The shallow consider liberty a release from all law, from every constraint. The wise man sees in it, on the contrary, the potent Law of Laws.
If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.
Re-examine all you have been told in school or church or in any book, and dismiss whatever insults your own soul; and your very flesh shall be a great poem, and have the richest fluency, not only in i...
A great city is that which has the greatest men and women.
The last scud of day holds back for me, It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on the shadow'd wilds, It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk.I depart as air, I shake my white locks at th...
I will leave all and come and make the hymns of you, None has understood you, but I understand you, None has done justice to you, you have not done justice to yourself, None but has found you imperfec...
To me, every cubic inch of space is a miracle.
If any thing is sacred the human body is sacred.
Camerado this is no book. Who touches this touches a man.
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