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Walt Whitman-o-matic @robot-whitman.bsky.social · 18/12/2024

to them, (The time will come, though I stop here to-day and to-night.) 5 What is it then between us? What is the count of the scores or hundreds of years between us? Crossing Brooklyn Ferry(79-84)

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Walt Whitman-o-matic @robot-whitman.bsky.social · 18/12/2024

Vaunted Ionia’s, India’s--Homer, Shakspere--the long, long times’ thick dotted roads, areas, The shining clusters and the Milky Ways of stars--Nature’s pulses reap’d, The Unexpress’d(2-5)

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Walt Whitman-o-matic @robot-whitman.bsky.social · 18/12/2024

Not my least burden is that dulness of the years, querilities, Ungracious glooms, aches, lethargy, constipation, whimpering ennui, As I Sit Writing Here(1-3)

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Walt Whitman-o-matic @robot-whitman.bsky.social · 18/12/2024

over each other and interwetting each other, We are what the atmosphere is, transparent, receptive, pervious, impervious, We Two, How Long We Were Fool’d(17-19)

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Walt Whitman-o-matic @robot-whitman.bsky.social · 18/12/2024

Nor will I be able to leave behind me any wealthy bequest to found hospital or library, Nor reminiscence of any deed of courage for America, No Labor-Saving Machine(2-5)

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Walt Whitman-o-matic @robot-whitman.bsky.social · 17/12/2024

Nor that years will ever stop the existence of me, or any one else. Is it wonderful that I should be immortal? as every one is immortal; Who Learns My Lesson Complete(24-26)

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Walt Whitman-o-matic @robot-whitman.bsky.social · 17/12/2024

Ready, collected here, a freer, vast, electric world, to be constructed here, (The true New World, the world of orbic science, morals, literatures to come,) Thou Mother with Thy Equal Brood(86-90)

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Walt Whitman-o-matic @robot-whitman.bsky.social · 17/12/2024

The shadowy forms of men and horses, looming, large-sized, flickering, And over all the sky--the sky! far, far out of reach, studded, Bivouac on a Mountain Side(6-8)

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Walt Whitman-o-matic @robot-whitman.bsky.social · 17/12/2024

They close peremptorily upon us to surround us, my comrade, Yet we walk unheld, free, the whole earth over, journeying up and To Him That Was Crucified(13-15)

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Walt Whitman-o-matic @robot-whitman.bsky.social · 17/12/2024

the recruits, You came, taciturn, with nothing to give--we but look’d on each other, O Tan-Faced Prairie-Boy(3-5)

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Walt Whitman-o-matic @robot-whitman.bsky.social · 17/12/2024

But I, my life surveying, closing, With nothing to show to devise from its idle years, Nor houses nor lands, nor tokens of gems or gold for my friends, My Legacy(6-9)

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Walt Whitman-o-matic @robot-whitman.bsky.social · 17/12/2024

(You distant, dim unknown--or young or old--countless, unspecified, readers belov’d, We never met, and neer shall meet--and yet our souls embrace, long, close and long;) Thanks in Old Age(7-11)

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Walt Whitman-o-matic @robot-whitman.bsky.social · 17/12/2024

Those cart loads of old charnel ashes, scales and splints of mouldy bones, Once living men--once resolute courage, aspiration, strength, The Wallabout Martyrs(2-4)

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Walt Whitman-o-matic @robot-whitman.bsky.social · 16/12/2024

Not traditions, not the outer authorities are the judges, They are the judges of outer authorities and of all traditions, They corroborate as they go only whatever corroborates themselves, Tests(2-5)

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Walt Whitman-o-matic @robot-whitman.bsky.social · 16/12/2024

attached to them as I do to men in my own lands, O I know we should be brethren and lovers, This Moment Yearning and Thoughtful(6-8)

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Walt Whitman-o-matic @robot-whitman.bsky.social · 16/12/2024

lusty as Nature, Not till the sun excludes you do I exclude you, Not till the waters refuse to glisten for you and the leaves to To a Common Prostitute(1-4)

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Walt Whitman-o-matic @robot-whitman.bsky.social · 16/12/2024

jealousies, recriminations on every side, They close peremptorily upon us to surround us, my comrade, Yet we walk unheld, free, the whole earth over, journeying up and To Him That Was Crucified(12-15)

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Walt Whitman-o-matic @robot-whitman.bsky.social · 16/12/2024

I saw with hand uplifted, menacing, brandishing, (Memories of old in abeyance, love and faith in abeyance,) The insane knife toward the Mother of All. The noble son on sinewy feet advancing, Virginia--The West(1-5)

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Walt Whitman-o-matic @robot-whitman.bsky.social · 16/12/2024

Hovering unseen in air, vibrates capricious tunes to-night. I hear thee trumpeter, listening alert I catch thy notes, Now pouring, whirling like a tempest round me, The Mystic Trumpeter(2-5)

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Walt Whitman-o-matic @robot-whitman.bsky.social · 16/12/2024

Thou ship of air that never furl’st thy sails, Days, even weeks untired and onward, through spaces, realms gyrating, At dusk that lookist on Senegal, at morn America, To the Man-of-War-Bird(15-18)

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Walt Whitman-o-matic @robot-whitman.bsky.social · 16/12/2024

Nor these the universes, they the universes, Purport and end, ever the permanent life of life, Eidolons, eidolons. Beyond thy lectures learn’d professor, Eidolons(57-61)

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Walt Whitman-o-matic @robot-whitman.bsky.social · 15/12/2024

I would sing your contest for the 19th Presidentiad, I would sing how an old man, tall, with white hair, mounted the scaffold in Virginia, Year of Meteors [1859-60(2-5)

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Walt Whitman-o-matic @robot-whitman.bsky.social · 15/12/2024

Changes and transformations every hour, every moment, Visor’d(2-3)

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Walt Whitman-o-matic @robot-whitman.bsky.social · 15/12/2024

Rose from the hill-top, like applause and glory, Welcoming in fame some special veteran, hero, With rosy tinge reddening the land he’d served, As the Greek’s Signal Flame(1-4)

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Walt Whitman-o-matic @robot-whitman.bsky.social · 15/12/2024

North, South, all, A Prairie Sunset(5-6)

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Walt Whitman-o-matic @robot-whitman.bsky.social · 15/12/2024

Songs thereof would I sing, to all that hitherward comes would welcome give, And you would I sing, fair stripling! welcome to you from me, young prince of England! Year of Meteors [1859-60(13-16)

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Walt Whitman-o-matic @robot-whitman.bsky.social · 15/12/2024

And with him horse and foot, and parks of artillery, What Place Is Besieged(2-3)

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Walt Whitman-o-matic @robot-whitman.bsky.social · 15/12/2024

To her, the ideal woman, practical, spiritual, of all of earth, life, love, to me the best, I grave a monumental line, before I go, amid these songs, As at Thy Portals Also Death(8-11)

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Walt Whitman-o-matic @robot-whitman.bsky.social · 15/12/2024

That all these solid things are indeed but apparitions, concepts, Apparitions(2-3)

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Walt Whitman-o-matic @robot-whitman.bsky.social · 14/12/2024

To the wounded, the fallen, the heat, the suspense, The perfume strong, the smoke, the deafening noise; Away with your life of peace!--your joys of peace! The Dying Veteran(15-18)

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Walt Whitman-o-matic @robot-whitman.bsky.social · 14/12/2024

premature death, all these I part aside. There is no endowment in man or woman that is not tallied in you, There is no virtue, no beauty in man or woman, but as good is in you, To You(45-48)

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Walt Whitman-o-matic @robot-whitman.bsky.social · 14/12/2024

well-possess’d of themselves. I draw you close to me, you women, I cannot let you go, I would do you good, I am for you, and you are for me, not only for our own sake, but for A Woman Waits for Me(24-28)

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Walt Whitman-o-matic @robot-whitman.bsky.social · 14/12/2024

Ah, but thou hast thyself now appear’d to us--we know thee, Thou hast given us a sure proof, the glimpse of thyself, Spain, 1873-74(11-13)

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Walt Whitman-o-matic @robot-whitman.bsky.social · 14/12/2024

dark-gliding in the distance. Isle of sweet brooks of drinking-water--healthy air and soil! Paumanok(4-6)

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Walt Whitman-o-matic @robot-whitman.bsky.social · 14/12/2024

Those with a never-quell’d audacity, those with sweet and lusty flesh clear of taint, Those that look carelessly in the faces of Presidents and governors, as to say Who are you? The Prairie-Grass Dividing(7-11)

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Walt Whitman-o-matic @robot-whitman.bsky.social · 14/12/2024

Lands of the wild ravine, the dusky Sioux, the lonesome stretch, the silence, Haply to-day a mournful wall, haply a trumpet-note for heroes. The battle-bulletin, From Far Dakota’s Canyons [June 25, 1876](1-5)

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Walt Whitman-o-matic @robot-whitman.bsky.social · 14/12/2024

Ceaseless she paces to and fro, O heart-sick days! O nights of woe! Nor hand of friend, nor loving face, Nor favor comes, nor word of grace. The Singer in the Prison(23-27)

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Walt Whitman-o-matic @robot-whitman.bsky.social · 13/12/2024

What whirls of evil, bliss and sorrow, stem thee! What curious questioning glances--glints of love! Leer, envy, scorn, contempt, hope, aspiration! Broadway(2-5)

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Walt Whitman-o-matic @robot-whitman.bsky.social · 13/12/2024

But among my lovers and caroling these songs, That Shadow My Likeness(4-5)

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Walt Whitman-o-matic @robot-whitman.bsky.social · 13/12/2024

The course of Time and nations--Egypt, India, Greece and Rome; The past entire, with all its heroes, histories, arts, experiments, Its store of songs, inventions, voyages, teachers, books, To-Day and Thee(1-4)

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Walt Whitman-o-matic @robot-whitman.bsky.social · 13/12/2024

Leapt they tumultuous, and lo! Manhattan arming. To the drum-taps prompt, The young men falling in and arming, The mechanics arming, (the trowel, the jack-plane, the blacksmith’s First O Songs for a Prelude(23-27)

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Walt Whitman-o-matic @robot-whitman.bsky.social · 13/12/2024

Whoever you are! claim your own at any hazard! These shows of the East and West are tame compared to you, These immense meadows, these interminable rivers, you are immense To You(54-57)

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Walt Whitman-o-matic @robot-whitman.bsky.social · 13/12/2024

way or another, (I loved a certain person ardently and my love was not return’d, Sometimes with One I Love(3-5)

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Walt Whitman-o-matic @robot-whitman.bsky.social · 13/12/2024

Nor the bayonet stab what you really are; The soul! yourself I see, great as any, good as the best, Waiting secure and content, which the bullet could never kill, How Solemn As One by One [Washington City, 1865](9-12)

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Walt Whitman-o-matic @robot-whitman.bsky.social · 13/12/2024

Of a youth who loves me and whom I love, silently approaching and seating himself near, that he may hold me by the hand, A long while amid the noises of coming and going, of drinking and A Glimpse(3-6)

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Walt Whitman-o-matic @robot-whitman.bsky.social · 12/12/2024

In many a smiling mask death shall approach beguiling thee, thou in disease shalt swelter, The livid cancer spread its hideous claws, clinging upon thy Thou Mother with Thy Equal Brood(152-155)

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Walt Whitman-o-matic @robot-whitman.bsky.social · 12/12/2024

The wood-cutter’s song, the ploughboy’s on his way in the morning, or at noon intermission or at sundown, The delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at work, I Hear America Singing(8-11)

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Walt Whitman-o-matic @robot-whitman.bsky.social · 12/12/2024

Here, do you know this? this is cicerone himself, My Picture-Gallery(4-5)

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Walt Whitman-o-matic @robot-whitman.bsky.social · 12/12/2024

A sunlit pasture field with cattle and horses feeding, A Farm Picture(1-2)

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Walt Whitman-o-matic @robot-whitman.bsky.social · 12/12/2024

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! for you must justify me. Poets to Come(1-5)

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