Loafe with me on the grassโloose the stop from your throat; Not words, not music or rhyme I wantโnot custom or lecture, not even the best; Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice.
Walt WhitmanStop 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.
Walt WhitmanAnd whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud.
Walt Whitman