Saturday, June 10, 2006

Quotes by Walt Whitman

I see in you the estuary that enlarges and spreads itself grandly as it
pours in the great sea.

For my enemy is dead, a man divine as myself is dead,
I look where he lies white-faced and still in the
coffin—I draw near,
Bend down and touch lightly with my lips the white face in the

I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.

-Walt Whitman

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