I act as the tongue of you, ... tied in your mouth . . . . in mine it begins to be loosened.
Shut not your doors to me proud libraries.
The dirtiest book of all is the expurgated book.
The female that loves unrequited sleeps, And the male that loves unrequited sleeps, The head of the money-maker that plotted all day sleeps, And the enraged and treacherous dispositions, all, all sleep.
The Americans, like the English, probably make love worse than any other race.
Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems, You shall possess the good of the earth and sun.... there are millions of suns left, You shall no longer take things at second or third hand.... nor look through the eyes of the dead.... nor feed on the spectres in books, You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me, You shall listen to all sides and filter them from yourself.
To behold the day-break! The little light fades the immense and diaphanous shadows, The air tastes good to my palate.
So here I sit in the early candle-light of old age-I and my book-casting backward glances over out travel'd road.
Oh captain my captain
The purpose of democracy - supplanting old belief in the necessary absoluteness of establish'd dynastic rulership, temporal, ecclesiastical, and scholastic, as furnishing the only security against chaos, crime, and ignorance - is, through many transmigrations, and amid endless ridicules, arguments, and ostensible failures
Lo, the most excellent sun so calm and haughty, The violet and purple morn with just-felt breezes, The gentle soft-born measureless light, The miracle spreading bathing all, the fulfill'd noon, The coming eve delicious, the welcome night and the stars, Over my cities shining all, enveloping man and land.
What stays with you latest and deepest? of curious panics, of hard-fought engagements or sieges tremendous what deepest remains?
My call is the call of battle- I nourish active rebellion;/ He going with me must go well armed.
I refuse putting from me the best that I am.
Freedom - to walk free and own no superior.
Have you heard that it was good to gain the day? I also say it is good to fall, battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.
You must not know too much or be too precise or scientific about birds and trees and flowers and watercraft; a certain free-margin , or even vagueness - ignorance, credulity - helps your enjoyment of these things.
In this broad earth of ours, Amid the measureless grossness and the slag, Enclosed and safe within its central heart, Nestles the seed of perfection.
Touch me, touch the palm of your hand to my body as I pass, Be not afraid of my body.
But where is what I started for so long ago? And why is it yet unfound?
I see great things in baseball. It's our game - the American game.
The sum of all known value and respect, I add up in you, whoever you are.
Was it doubted that those who corrupt their own bodies conceal themselves?
O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?
Loafe with me on the grass—loose the stop from your throat; Not words, not music or rhyme I want—not custom or lecture, not even the best; Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice.
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