Let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes.
A 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.
To drive free, to love free, to court destruction with taunts. One brief house of madness and joy!
I hear and behold God in every object, yet understand God not in the least, Nor do I understand who there can be more wonderful than myself.
Have you reckon'd a thousand acres much? have you reckon'd the earth much? Have you practis'd so long to learn to read? Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems? Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poe...
You sea! I resign myself to you also- I guess what you mean, I behold from the beach your crooked fingers, I believe you refuse to go back without feeling of me. We must have a turn together, I undress, hurry me out of sight of the land, Cushion me s...
What do you think has become of the young and old men? And what do you think has become of the women and children? They are alive and well somewhere, The smallest sprout shows there is really no death, And if ever there was it led forward life, and d...
And I or you pocketless of a dime, may purchase the pick of the earth.
I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person.
I tramp a perpetual journey.
My words itch at your ears till you understand them
I am of old and young, of the foolish as much as the wise, Regardless of others, ever regardful of others, Maternal as well as paternal, a child as well as a man, Stuffed with the stuff that is course, and stuffed with the stuff that is fine, one of ...
I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runway sun, I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love. If you want me again look for me under your boot soles. You will hardly know who I am or what I mean. Failing to fetch me at first...
The press of my foot to the earth springs a hundred affections, They scorn the best I can do to relate to them
I discover myself on the verge of a usual mistake.
