Walt Whitman idézetek
Walt Whitman: Idézetek angolul
“If you want me again look for me under your boot soles.”
Walt Whitman könyv Fulles d'herba
Forrás: Leaves of Grass
“Battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.”
Walt Whitman könyv Fulles d'herba
Forrás: Leaves of Grass
“And as to me, I know nothing else but miracles”
Walt Whitman könyv Fulles d'herba
Forrás: Leaves of Grass
“Some people are so much sunlight to the square inch. I am still bathing in the cheer he radiated.”
Conversation with Whitman (16 May 1888) as quoted in With Walt Whitman in Camden (1906) http://whitmanarchive.org/criticism/disciples/traubel/WWWiC/1/med.00001.49.html by Horace Traubel, Vol. I <!-- p. 166 --> <br class="br">Kontextus: There was a kind of labor agitator here today—a socialist, or something like that: young, a rather beautiful boy — full of enthusiasms: the finest type of the man in earnest about himself and about life. I was sorry to see him come: I am somehow afraid of agitators, though I believe in agitation: but I was more sorry to see him go than come. Some people are so much sunlight to the square inch. I am still bathing in the cheer he radiated. … Cheer! cheer! Is there anything better in this world anywhere than cheer — just cheer? Any religion better? — any art? Just cheer!
“I am satisfied… I see, dance, laugh, sing.”
Walt Whitman könyv Fulles d'herba
Forrás: Leaves of Grass
Walt Whitman könyv Fulles d'herba
Forrás: Leaves of Grass
“In the faces of men and women I see God.”
Song of Myself, 48
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)
Walt Whitman könyv Fulles d'herba
Forrás: Leaves of Grass
“Give me the splendid silent sun, with all his beams full-dazzling!”
Walt Whitman könyv Fulles d'herba
Drum-Taps. Give me the splendid Silent Sun
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)
Forrás: Leaves of Grass
“Your very flesh shall be a great poem…”
Walt Whitman könyv Fulles d'herba
Változat: And your very flesh shall be a great poem.
Forrás: Leaves of Grass
Walt Whitman könyv Fulles d'herba
Forrás: Leaves of Grass
From the Preface to the 1855 edition of <i>Leaves of Grass</i>
Kontextus: This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body. . . .
Kontextus: This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body.... The poet shall not spend his time in unneeded work. He shall know that the ground is always ready ploughed and manured.... others may not know it but he shall. He shall go directly to the creation. His trust shall master the trust of everything he touches.... and shall master all attachment.
Walt Whitman Song of Myself
Forrás: Song of Myself
Walt Whitman könyv Fulles d'herba
Forrás: Leaves of Grass
