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.
The poet judges not as a judge judges but as the sun falling around a helpless thing.
Surely whoever speaks to me in the right voice, him or her shall I follow.
The press of my foot to the earth springs a hundred affections.
The smallest sprout shows there is really no death. And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it.
All is procession; the universe is a procession with measured and beautiful motion.
I see that I am to wait for what will be exhibited by death.
For all these new and evolutionary facts, meanings, purposes, new poetic messages, new forms and expressions, are inevitable.
Over all the sky – the sky! Far, far out of reach, studded with eternal stars.
Here is not merely a nation but a teeming nation of nations.
And as to you Death, and you bitter hug of mortality, it is idle to try to alarm me.
There is no flaw or vacuum in the amount of the truth – but all is truth without exception; And henceforth I will go celebrate any thing I see or am, And sing and laugh and deny nothing.
Are you the new person drawn toward me? To begin with, take warning, I am surely far different from what you suppose.
I say you shall yet find the friend you were looking for.
Forsake all inhibitions, Pursue thy dreams.
I am not contain’d between my hat and boots.
Me imperturbe, standing at ease in nature.
The ecstasy is so short but the forgetting is so long.
What stays with you latest and deepest? of curious panics, of hard-fought engagements or sieges tremendous what deepest remains?
We consider bibles and religions divine I do not say they are not divine. I say they have all grown out of you, and may grow out of you still. It is not they who give the life, it is you who give the life.