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 think I could turn and live with animals they are so placid and self-contain'd I stand and look at them long and long They do not sweat and whine about their condition They do not lie awake in t...
To the real artist in humanity, what are called bad manners are often the most picturesque and significant of all.
Song of MyselfI have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the beginning and the end, But I do not talk of the beginning or the end. There was never any more inception than there is now, No...
Here the frailest leaves of me and yet my strongest lasting, Here I shade and hide my thoughts, I myself do not expose them, And yet they expose me more than all my other poems
Here or henceforward it is all the same to me, I accept Time absolutely.
And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud.
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.
Storming, enjoying, planning, loving, cautioning,Backing and filling, appearing and disappearing,I tread day and night such roads.
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...
Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me?And why should I not speak to you?
Once I passed through a populous city imprinting mybrain for future use with its shows, architecture,customs, traditions,Yet now of all that city I remember only a woman ICasually met there who detain...
I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume,For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
All truths wait in all things,They neither hasten their own delivery nor resist it,They do not need the obstetric forceps of the surgeon,
The great city is that which has the greatest man or woman: if it be a few ragged huts, it is still the greatest city in the whole world.
This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless, Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest...
O captain! My Captain!Our fearful trip is done. The ship has weather'd every wrackThe prize we sought is wonThe port is near, the bells I hearThe people all exultingWhile follow eyes, the steady keelT...
O Me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; Of the endless trains of the faithless—of cities fill’d with the foolish; Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and...
Clear and sweet is my soul, clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.
Are you the new person drawn toward me?To begin with, take warning - I am surely far different from what you suppose; Do you suppose you will find in me your ideal?Do you think it so easy to have me b...