I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
Walt Whitman
Walt Whitman
O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won
Walt Whitman
Stop this day and night with me, and you shall possess the origin of all poems;
Walt Whitman
What is it that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the words I have ever read.
Walt Whitman
Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
Walt Whitman