Walt Whitman
Walt Whitman
Walter "Walt" Whitmanwas an American poet, essayist, and journalist. A humanist, he was a part of the transition between transcendentalism and realism, incorporating both views in his works. Whitman is among the most influential poets in the American canon, often called the father of free verse. His work was very controversial in its time, particularly his poetry collection Leaves of Grass, which was described as obscene for its overt sexuality...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth31 May 1819
CountryUnited States of America
I exist as I am, that is enough, If no other in the world be aware, I sit content, And if each and all be aware, I sit content.
I henceforth tread the world, chaste, temperate, an early riser, a steady grower.
All the past we leave behind; We debouch upon a newer, mightier world, varied world, Fresh and strong the world we seize, world of labor and the march, Pioneers! O Pioneers!
What has miserable, inefficient Mexico...to do with the great mission of peopling the New World with a noble race?
I do not doubt but the majest and beauty of the world are latent in any iota of the world; I do not doubt there is far more in trivialities, insects, vulgar persons, slaves, dwarfs, weeds, rejected refuse than I have supposed.
Pointing to another world will never stop vice among us; shedding light over this world can alone help us.
I am too not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.
Afoot and lighthearted I take to the open road, healthy, free, the world before me.
The great city is that which has the greatest man or woman: if it be a few ragged huts, it is still the greatest city in the whole world.
I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world
I shall use America and democracy as convertible terms
Seeing, hearing and feeling are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle.
Wisdom is not finally tested in the schools, Wisdom cannot be pass'd from one having it to another not having it, Wisdom is of the soul, is not susceptible of proof, is its own proof.
If anything is sacred, the human body is sacred