Those who love each other shall become invincible.
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.
The question, O me! so sad, recurring--What good amid these, O me, O life?
That you are here--that life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.
The moon gives you light, and the bugles and the drums give you music, and my heart, O my soldiers, my veterans, my heart gives you love.
Touch me, touch the palm of your hand to my body as I pass, Be not afraid of my body.
Most works are most beautiful without ornament.
O to be self-balanced for contingencies, to confront night, storms, hunger, ridicule, accidents, rebuffs, as the trees and animals do.
When one reaches out to help another he touches the face of God.
This face is a dog's snout sniffing for garbage, snakes nest in that mouth, I hear the sibilant threat.
There is no God any more divine than Yourself.
I keep thinking about you every few minutes all day.
The sum of all known value and respect, I add up in you, whoever you are.
Se è tardi a trovarmi, insisti, se non ci sono in un posto, cerca in un altro, perché io son fermo da qualche parte ad aspettare te.
When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night, I mourn'd, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.
What stays with you longest and deepest? Of curious panics, of hard-fought engagements or sieges tremendous what deepest remains?
You will hardly know who I am or what I mean.
The soul is always beautiful, it appears more or it appears less,
it comes or it lags behind,
It comes from its embowered garden
and looks pleasantly on itself and encloses the world.
He most honors my style who learns under it to destroy the teacher.
There is that indescribable freshness and unconsciousness about an illiterate person that humbles and mocks the power of the noblest expressive genius.
Through the ample open door of the peaceful country barn, A sun-lit pasture field, with cattle and horses feeding; And haze, and vista, and the far horizon, fading away.
Forsake all inhibitions, Pursue thy dreams.
Under the specious pretext of effecting 'the happiness of the whole community,' nearly all the wrongs and intrusions of government has been carried through.
Great is the faith of the flush of knowledge and of the investigation of the depths of qualities and things.
That the hands of the sisters Death and Night incessantly softly wash again and ever again, this soiled world.
To drive free, to love free, to court destruction with taunts, to feed the remainder of life with one hour of fullness and freedom -- one brief hour of madness and joy.
This is the city, and I am one of the citizens Whatever interests the rest interests me.
All is procession; the universe is a procession with measured and beautiful motion.
For we cannot tarry here, We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger, We, the youthful sinewy races, all the rest on us depend, Pioneers! O pioneers!
Give me solitude, give me Nature, give me again O Nature your primal sanities!
The jour printer with gray head and gaunt jaws works at his case, He turns his quid of tobacco, while his eyes blur with the manuscript.
Day full-blown and splendid-day of the immense sun, action, ambition, laughter, The Night follows close with millions of suns, and sleep and restoring darkness.
Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems.
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.
I Think it is lost.....but nothing is ever lost nor can be lost . The body sluggish, aged, cold, the ember left from earlier fires shall duly flame again.
I 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.
O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won.
The past, the future, majesty, love -- if they are vacant of you, you are vacant of them.
Undrape! you are not guilty to me, nor stale nor discarded,
I see through the broadcloth and gingham whether or no,
And am around, tenacious, acquisitive, tireless, and cannot be shaken away.
I have said that the soul is not more than the body,
And I have said that the body is not more than the soul,
And nothing, not God, is greater to one than one's-self is,.
I inhale great draught of space...the east and west are mine...and the north and south are mine...I am grandeur than I thought...I did not know i held so much goodness.
I do not snivel that snivel the world over,
That months are vacuums and the ground but wallow and filth,
That life is a suck and a sell, and nothing remains at the end but threadbare crape and tears.
Judging from the main portions of the history of the world, so far, justice is always in jeopardy.
My ties and ballasts leave me -- I travel -- I sail -- My elbows rest in the sea-gaps. I skirt the sierras. My palms cover continents -- I am afoot with my vision.
Press close, bare-bosomed Night! Press close, magnetic, nourishing Night!
Night of south winds! Night of the large, few stars!
Still, nodding Night! Mad, naked, Summer Night!
Be not ashamed women, ... You are the gates of the body, and you are the gates of the soul.
To me the sea is a continual miracle; The fishes that swim -- the rocks -- the motion of the waves -- the ships, with men in them, what stranger miracles are there?
My words itch at your ears till you understand them.
Give me the splendid, silent sun with all his beams full-dazzling.
Freedom -- to walk free and own no superior.
Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orchard.
Base-ball is our game: the American game: I connect it with our national character.
I see great things in baseball.
I see great things in baseball. It's our game -- the American game.
O the joy of the strong-brawn'd fighter, towering in the arena in perfect condition, conscious of power, thirsting to meet his opponent.
Thunder on! Stride on! Democracy. Strike with vengeful stroke!
I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person.
Some people are so much sunshine to the square inch.
Either define the moment or the moment will define you.
Love, that is day and night -- love, that is sun and moon and stars, Love, that is crimson, sumptuous, sick with perfume, no other words but words of love, no other thought but love.
Day by day and night by night we were together -- all else has long been forgotten by me.
I swear to you, there are divine things more beautiful than words can tell.
This is what you should do; love the Earth and sun and the animals.
This is what you should do: love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men ... re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss what insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem.
I sound my barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world.
All truths wait in all things.
All truths wait in all things, They neither hasten their own delivery nor resist it.
I am large, I contain multitudes.
Afoot and lighthearted I take to the open road, healthy, free, the world before me.
The road to wisdom is paved with excess. The mark of a true writer is their ability to mystify the familiar and familiarize the strange.
Battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.