#Walt Whitman Tumblr posts

  • elizabethanism
    18.06.2021 - 16 hours ago

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    "I am not what you supposed, but far different."

    - Walt Whitman, excerpt from 𝘞𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘔𝘦 𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘯 𝘏𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘓𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴

    born May 31, 1819

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  • wellconstructedsentences
    18.06.2021 - 19 hours ago
    #walt whitman#poetry #o me! o life!
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  • ohhthatssosarella
    18.06.2021 - 21 hours ago

    Walt Whitman's poem, "Oh Captain, My Captain", was written in 1865 in response to the death of Abraham Lincoln. It was the only one of Whitman's poems to appear in anthologies during his lifetime.

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  • elizabethanism
    18.06.2021 - 22 hours ago

    ‘What is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life.’

    Walt Whitman

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  • baublefobbersleuth
    18.06.2021 - 1 day ago

    Travesía (13)

    Whitman 1819 – 1892 [Image from www.allenginsberg.org] Fulton Ferry Boat (Brooklyn, New York), July 1890 via The Library of Congress, Washington DC. [Image from www.allenginsberg.org] Versión castellana del poema “Crossing Brooklyn Ferry” (1856) de Walt WhitmanEnglish text at https://www.poetryfoundation.orgSpanish Interpretation by JMN [Translator’s note: This is the 9th and last part of…

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  • elizabethanism
    18.06.2021 - 1 day ago

    “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

    #Walt Whitman #Song of Myself #encouraged#Search#Me#You #waiting for you #Find me
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  • elizabethanism
    18.06.2021 - 1 day ago

    You must habit yourself

    to the dazzle of the light

    and of every moment of your life

    Walt Whitman

    JMW Turner | Sea and Sky

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  • elizabethanism
    18.06.2021 - 1 day ago

    It is not chaos or death—it is form, union, plan—it is eternal life—it is Happiness.

    Walt Whitman, Song of Myself

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  • annacheungpoems
    18.06.2021 - 1 day ago

    Why, what have you thought of yourself? Is it you then that thought yourself less? Is it you that thought the President greater than you? Or the rich better off than you? Or the educated wiser than you? Because you are greasy or pimpled, or that you was once drunk, or a thief, or diseased, or rheumatic,or a prostitute, or are so now, or from frivolity or impotence, or that you are no scholar, and never saw your name in print, do you give in that you are any less immortal? - Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

    #walt whitman #democracy  poem  self  poetry #chants democratic #leaves of grass #democracy#poem#poetry #writers on tumblr #poets on tumblr
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  • desk-desk-desk
    17.06.2021 - 1 day ago

    Miss Rosamond Tico of San Francisco, June 17, 1869.

    She scrambles through the sagebrush, lost and left to die out in that craggy canyon. Ripping off her lace gloves, she throws aside her city propriety and bends over the heap of twigs with flint and gumption. Nobody’s going to tell Rose Tico what she can and cannot do.

    He beds down by the crackling flames of his campfire, staring up through the swaying pines at a sea of winking stars —brilliant and vivid in the mountain-clear air. He asks himself, which is worse? To be a murderer or a turncoat spy? He tries to forget about the man who died before the last battles of the Civil War: General Armitage Hux of Arkansas.

    They clash together like a storm rolling off Ward Mountain, but maybe those High Sierra mountains and the peace of wild things will tell them who they really are.

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    #Imagine Hux is a crabby Walt Whitman with an evil backstory—then he jumps into a Louis Lamour novel with an Outlander romance #meanwhile the other cowboys are Brokeback-Mountaining in the background. #Gingerrose#Rose Tico#General Hux#Armitage Hux
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  • lunaremo
    17.06.2021 - 2 days ago

    it’s raining in Bombay so i write about rain

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  • bkflv
    17.06.2021 - 2 days ago
    This is what you shall do; Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one 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, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body.
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  • dondeinclusolloraresmaravilloso
    16.06.2021 - 2 days ago

    Walt Whitman – Una hoja de hierba

    Creo que una hoja de hierba, no es menos que el día de trabajo de las estrellas, y que una hormiga es perfecta, y un grano de arena, y el huevo del régulo, son igualmente perfectos, y que la rana es una obra maestra, digna de los señalados, y que la zarzamora podría adornar, los salones del paraíso, y que la articulación más pequeña de mi mano, avergüenza a las máquinas, y que la vaca que pasta, con su cabeza gacha, supera todas las estatuas, y que un ratón es milagro suficiente, como para hacer dudar, a seis trillones de infieles. Descubro que en mí, se incorporaron, el gneiss y el carbón, el musgo de largos filamentos, frutas, granos y raíces. Que estoy estucado totalmente con los cuadrúpedos y los pájaros, que hubo motivos para lo que he dejado allá lejos y que puedo hacerlo volver atrás, y hacia mí, cuando quiera. Es vano acelerar la vergüenza, es vano que las plutónicas rocas, me envíen su calor al acercarme, es vano que el mastodonte se retrase, y se oculte detrás del polvo de sus huesos, es vano que se alejen los objetos muchas leguas y asuman formas multitudinales, es vano que el océano esculpa calaveras y se oculten en ellas los monstruos marinos, es vano que el aguilucho use de morada el cielo, es vano que la serpiente se deslice entre lianas y troncos, es vano que el reno huya refugiándose en lo recóndito del bosque, es vano que las morsas se dirijan al norte al Labrador. Yo les sigo velozmente, yo asciendo hasta el nido en la fisura del peñasco. Versión de León Felipe

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  • diomedrian
    16.06.2021 - 2 days ago

    Walt Whitman, To You from On The Beach At Night Alone.

    #EVERYONE NEEDS TO READ THIS THIS MAKES MY HEART SO HAPPY IM SORRY ITS V LONG #walt whitman#to you #on the beach at night alone #leaves of grass #poetry#verses#lit#quotes#currently reading
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  • lioninsunheart
    15.06.2021 - 3 days ago
    #walt whitman #leaves of grass #bees#poppies
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  • voile-de-lune
    15.06.2021 - 3 days ago

    Quotes and poems: Lucas & Sky

    I once had a thousand desires. But in my one desire to know you, all else melted away. - Rumi 

    We were together. I forget the rest. - Walt Whitman

    And if love be madness, may I never find sanity again. - John Mark Green

    Why do you put up with me? Because you’re fire… and I’ve been cold my whole life. - A.R.Asher

    I just wanted you to know That I’ll never care How far you push me away Because when I told you That I would stay I meant it You’re a little lost And a little damaged But you’re not hopeless I know who you are I love who you are And that’s why I’ll stay So you learn to love Yoursel too - Courtney Peppernell

    There are darknesses in life and there are lights, and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights. - Bram Stoker

    In all the world there is no heart for me like yours. In all the world there is no love for you like mine. - Maya Angelou

    More from this series: Valentine’s Day: a poem, Q&P: Lucas

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  • deganamfeihcsim
    15.06.2021 - 4 days ago
    How do I love thee? I have  Counted the ways— They are, as life, finite And as fleeting as the spawning Of an ordinary mayfly—before it can be known  it is over.  * My breath does not escape me when you near, Nor do I find my alabaster skin Warmed with the blush of a maiden— My skin is earthen and will not tell Such secrets. My heartbeat evens And my pulse quickens, but only…

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  • swartzmark
    14.06.2021 - 4 days ago
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