I will sleep no more but arise, You oceans that have been calm within me! how I feel you, fathomless, stirring, preparing unprecedented waves and storms.
Walt WhitmanA writer can do nothing for men more necessary, satisfying, than just simply to reveal to them the infinite possibility of their own souls.
Walt WhitmanI bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your bootsoles.
Walt Whitman