What Am I After All by Walt Whitman
It is past midnight. Hello, new year. Hello, self. I raise my head and look at the sky. I say my name. Once. Twice. Again. I say, here. Here. What am I, after all? Another speck in the universe. Beginning
Here the Frailest Leaves of Me by Walt Whitman
Calamus, Calamus! Think about Calamus, for pete's sakes, said my friend. We have skipped class and were sitting at the library steps. Wished you were here. Here the Frailest Leaves of Me Walt Whitman Here the frailest leaves of me, and yet
“Are you the new person drawn toward me?” by Walt Whitman
I feel so close to you, he said, when we first met. Perfect, in fact, he would write. Hardly, I would say. "Are you the new person drawn toward me?" Walt Whitman Are you the new person drawn toward me? To begin with,
Lessons by Walt Whitman
Because you need to feel the wound, my father taught me once. Lessons Walt Whitman There are who teach only the sweet lessons of peace and safety; But I teach lessons of war and death to those I love, That they readily meet invasions,