#song of myself

[sunsetquotes]

I exist as I am, that is enough.

Walt Whitman; Song of Myself

#walt whitman #song of myself #text #quote #quotes #love #love quotes #life #life quotes #relationship #relationship quotes #beautiful #aesthetic #art

[soracities]

walt whitman’s hot girl summer begins

#lit #quotes #poetry #walt whitman #song of myself #leaves of grass #typography #i was a bride married to amazement #reading #m #x

[leehallfae]

“song of myself” - walt whitman, leaves of grass // “children listen” - roger reeves, best barbarian

#my comps #walt whitman #roger reeves #song of myself #poetry #parallels #web weaving #comparatives #took me back so tenderly #death #words

[tygerland]

Bob Sikoryak "Song of Myself !" An adaptation of Walt Whitman in the style of a Silver Age comic strip. From the book, D+Q: 25 (2015).

#walt whitman #surreal #poetry #song of myself #marvel #comics #jack kirby #dc #leaves of grass #fantasy #culture #retro #style #art history #sci-fi #comic books #science fiction #queer history #lit #silver age comics #🎨 📚

[quietlotus]

“The press of my foot to the earth springs a hundred affections.”

— Walt Whitman

#quotes #walt whitman #song of myself #nature #earth #connection #love #inspiration #dailyinspiration

[whitman60mg]

#Stranger by the Lake (2013) #Pierre Deladonchamps #Walt Whitman #Song of Myself #whitman60mg

[adastra47]

#floor jansen #nightwish #symphonic metal #metal queen #metalmama #song of myself

[chrisengel]

"I exist as I am, that is enough,

If no other in the world be aware I sit content,

And if each and all be aware I sit content.

One world is aware and by far the largest to me,

and that is myself..."

Walt Whitman

Song of Myself

#walt whitman #song of myself

[beljar]

I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person.

Walt Whitman, from Song of Myself, 1856

#walt whitman #song of myself #torments #literary text #quotes #english literature #books and libraries #world literature #dark acadamia aesthetic #classic literature

[whileiamdying]

Song of Myself (1892 version)

BY WALT WHITMAN

[…]

44

It is time to explain myself—let us stand up.

What is known I strip away, I launch all men and women forward with me into the Unknown.

The clock indicates the moment—but what does eternity indicate?

We have thus far exhausted trillions of winters and summers, There are trillions ahead, and trillions ahead of them.

Births have brought us richness and variety, And other births will bring us richness and variety.

I do not call one greater and one smaller, That which fills its period and place is equal to any. Were mankind murderous or jealous upon you, my brother, my sister? I am sorry for you, they are not murderous or jealous upon me, All has been gentle with me, I keep no account with lamentation, (What have I to do with lamentation?)

I am an acme of things accomplish’d, and I an encloser of things to be.

My feet strike an apex of the apices of the stairs, On every step bunches of ages, and larger bunches between the steps, All below duly travel’d, and still I mount and mount.

Rise after rise bow the phantoms behind me, Afar down I see the huge first Nothing, I know I was even there, I waited unseen and always, and slept through the lethargic mist, And took my time, and took no hurt from the fetid carbon.

Long I was hugg’d close—long and long.

Immense have been the preparations for me, Faithful and friendly the arms that have help’d me.

Cycles ferried my cradle, rowing and rowing like cheerful boatmen, For room to me stars kept aside in their own rings, They sent influences to look after what was to hold me.

Before I was born out of my mother generations guided me, My embryo has never been torpid, nothing could overlay it.

For it the nebula cohered to an orb, The long slow strata piled to rest it on, Vast vegetables gave it sustenance, Monstrous sauroids transported it in their mouths and deposited it with care.

All forces have been steadily employ’d to complete and delight me, Now on this spot I stand with my robust soul.

#walt whitman #song of myself

[clearandsweet]

The atmosphere is not a perfume, it has no taste of the distillation, it is odorless, It is for my mouth forever, I am in love with it, I will go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised and naked, I am mad for it to be in contact with me. --Walt Whitman, "Song of Myself"

#quotes #poetry #song of myself #walt whitman #poem #lit

[soracities]

Walt Whitman, “Song of Myself”, Leaves of Grass

[Text ID: “Press close bare-bosom’d night--press close magnetic nourishing night! Night of south winds--night of the large few stars! Still nodding night--mad naked summer night.”]

#q #lit #quotes #poetry #summer #walt whitman #song of myself #leaves of grass #nocturnes #sing me a song of summer #typography #reading #m #x

[leehallfae]

“i know i am august, / i do not trouble my spirit to vindicate itself or be understood, / […] i exist as i am, that is enough.”

— walt whitman, “song of myself,” leaves of grass

#my reading #walt whitman #song of myself #leaves of grass #quote #poetry #words #poem

[litandlifequotes]

What is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life.

"Song of Myself" by Walt Whitman

#walt whitman #song of myself #poet #poetry #poem #classic #quote #words

[quietlotus]

“The press of my foot to the earth springs a hundred affections.”

— Walt Whitman

#quotes #walt whitman #song of myself #nature #earth #connection #love #inspiration #dailyinspiration

[arma-virum-que-cano]

Honestly I get why so many people wanted to fuck Walt Whitman because if I was a person in 1855 and I read song of myself, I’d be like I gotta fuck this man because I’m a person in 2024 and I’ve read song of myself and I’m like I gotta fuck this man

#my post #walt whitman #song of myself