The poet judges not as a judge judges but as the sun falling around a helpless thing
judgement poetry
The great poems, Shakespeare's included, are poisonous to the idea of the pride and dignity of the common man, the life-blood of democracy
poetry
Resist much, obey little.
What is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life.
Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?
inspiration nature poetry trees
Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road. Healthy, free, the world before me. The long brown path before me leading me wherever I choose. Henceforth, I ask not good fortune, I myself am good fortune. Henceforth, I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing.
Stop 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.
I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
This is the city, and I am one of the citizens/Whatever interests the rest interests me
new-york-city poetry
Here the frailest leaves of me and yet my strongest lasting, Here I shade and hide my thoughts, I myself do not expose them, And yet they expose me more than all my other poems
For we cannot tarry here, We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger, We, the youthful sinewy races, all the rest on us depend, Pioneers! O pioneers!
inspirational poetry
Song of MyselfI have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the beginning and the end, But I do not talk of the beginning or the end. There was never any more inception than there is now, Nor any more youth or age than there is now, And will never be any more perfection than there is now, Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.
life poetry
I discover myself on the verge of a usual mistake.
And I or you pocketless of a dime, may purchase the pick of the earth.
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Poets to ComePOETS to come! Orators, singers, musicians to come!Not to-day is to justify me, and answer what I am for; But you, a new brood, native, athletic, continental, greater than before known, Arouse! Arousefor you must justify meyou must answer.I myself but write one or two indicative words for the future,I but advance a moment, only to wheel and hurry back in the darkness.I am a man who, sauntering along, without fully stopping, turns a casual look upon you, and then averts his face, Leaving it to you to prove and define it, Expecting the main things from you.
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