Read Time < 1 mins O, Death! a black and pierce-less pall Hangs round thee, and the future state; No eye may see, no mind may grasp That mystery of fate. This brain, which now alternate throbs With swelling hope and gloomy fear; This heart, with all the changing hues, That mortal passions bear— This curious frame of […]
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Read Time < 1 mins One’s-Self I sing, a simple separate person, Yet utter the word Democratic, the word En-Masse. Of physiology from top to toe I sing, Not physiognomy alone nor brain alone is worthy for the Muse, I say the Form complete is worthier far, The Female equally with the Male I sing. Of Life immense in
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Read Time < 1 mins Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring, Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish, Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?) Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever
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Read Time < 1 mins People talk about finding a safe place, Without much to offer, But I’m not sure how to help them. Maybe I should just move on, Until they figure out how to grow And discover ‘that‘ true freedom. People say she’s in search of a haven, Has a lot to give, But I’m not
Read Time < 1 mins O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of
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Read Time < 1 mins Beat! beat! drums!—blow! bugles! blow! Through the windows—through doors—burst like a ruthless force, Into the solemn church, and scatter the congregation, Into the school where the scholar is studying, Leave not the bridegroom quiet—no happiness must he have now with his bride, Nor the peaceful farmer any peace, ploughing his field or gathering his
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Read Time < 1 mins I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear, Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong, The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam, The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work, The boatman singing what belongs
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Read Time < 1 mins A noiseless patient spider, I mark’d where on a little promontory it stood isolated, Mark’d how to explore the vacant vast surrounding, It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself, Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them. And you O my soul where you stand, Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space, Ceaselessly
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Read Time < 1 mins You’ve climbed the mountain. At its top, the mountain and the climbing stop. A peak is where the climber finds his biggest step is not mankind’s. Proud of your stamina and craft you stand there being photographed transfixed between nowhere-to-go and us who give you vertigo. Well, strike your tent and have your lunch
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Read Time < 1 mins You know, I try, when darkness falls, to estimate to some degree — by marking off the grief in miles — the distance now from you to me. And all the figures change to words: confusion, which begins at A, and hope, which starts at B, move towards a terminus (you) far away. Two
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