Walt Whitman, Song of Myself

10 quotes

"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 does not wait at the end to arrest it, And ceas'd the moment life appear'd. All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses, And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier."

Walt Whitman, Song of Myself

"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."

Walt Whitman, Song of Myself

"The press of my foot to the earth springs a hundred affections,They scorn the best I can do to relate them."

Walt Whitman, Song of Myself

"And I or you pocketless of a dime, may purchase the pick of the earth."

Walt Whitman, Song of Myself

"To drive free, to love free, to court destruction with taunts. One brief house of madness and joy!"

Walt Whitman, Song of Myself

"I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person."

Walt Whitman, Song of Myself

"My words itch at your ears till you understand them"

Walt Whitman, Song of Myself

"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 keep encouraged, missing me one place search another, I stop somewhere waiting for you"

Walt Whitman, Song of Myself

"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 soft, rock me billowy drowse,Dash me with amorous wet, I can repay you."

Walt Whitman, Song of Myself

"I do not say these things for a dollar, or to fill up the time while I wait for a boat;"

Walt Whitman, Song of Myself