Leaves of Grass (Word Cloud Classics)

by Walt Whitman

(As if any man really knew aught of my life, Why even I myself I often think know little or nothing of my real life, Only a few hints, a few diffused faint clews and indirections I seek for my own use to trace out here.)

Once unquestioning obedience, once fully enslaved, Once fully enslaved, no nation, state, city of this earth, ever afterward resumes its liberty.

Here is what sings unrestricted faith.

And I will show that nothing can happen more beautiful than death,

And I will not make a poem nor the least part of a poem but has reference to the soul, Because having look’d at the objects of the universe, I find there is no one nor any particle of one but has reference to the soul.

Whoever you are, how superb and how divine is your body, or any part of it!

O all and each well-loved by me! my intrepid nations!

I will sleep no more but arise, You oceans that have been calm within me! how I feel you, fathomless, stirring, preparing unprecedented waves and storms.

Looking with side-curved head curious what will come next,

Here or henceforward it is all the same to me, I accept Time absolutely.