Walt Whitman

Answer that you are here - that life exists and identity, that the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse. - Walt Whitman

A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child?. . . .I do not know what it is any more than he.  - Walt Whitman

Whatever satisfies the soul is truth.  - Walt Whitman

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up - for you the flag is flung - for you the bugle trills... {from the poem, "O Captain! My Captain!"} - Walt Whitman

As for me, I know nothing else but miracles, Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan, Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky, Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of the water, Or stand under the trees in the woods, Or talk by day with any one I love, Or sleep in bed at night with any one I love, Or watch honey bees busy around the hive of a summer forenoon... Or the wonderfulness of the sundown, Or of stars shining so quiet and bright, Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in spring... What stranger miracles are there?  - Walt Whitman