Whoever is not in his coffin and the dark grave, let him know he has enough. - Walt Whitman

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Whoever is not in his coffin and the dark grave, let him know he has enough.

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About Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman (May 31, 1819 – March 26, 1892) was an American journalist and poet, most famous for his lifelong work on his book Leaves of Grass.

Biography information from Wikiquote · Portrait adapted from Wikimedia Commons, George Collins Cox / Adam Cuerden (Public domain / CC0)

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Birth Name: Walter Whitman

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Additional quotes by Walt Whitman

أن أنجو، طليقا، من مراسي الآخرين وأغلالهم!
أن أنطلق حرّا!
أن أحب حرّا!
أن أندفع جسورّا خطرّا!
أن أغازل الدمار بالسخرية، بالإغراء!
أن أرتفع
أن أثب إلى سماوات الحب التي تنتظر!
أن أسمو هناك ثمل الروح!
أن أضيع إن كان لابد من الضياع!
أن أطعم بقيا الحياة ساعة امتلاء وحرية!
ساعة قصيرة من الجنون والفرح.

Fall behind me States!
A man before all — myself, typical, before all.

Give me the pay I have served for,
Give me to sing the songs of the great Idea, take all the rest,
I have loved the earth, sun, animals, I have despised riches,
I have given aims to every one that ask'd, stood up for the stupid
and crazy, devoted my income and labor to others,
Hated tyrants, argued not concerning God, had patience and indulgence
toward the people, taken off my hat to nothing known or unknown,
Gone freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young,
and with the mothers of families,
Read these leaves to myself in the open air, tried them by trees,
stars, rivers,
Dismiss'd whatever insulted my own soul or defiled my body,
Claim'd nothing to myself which I have not carefully claim'd for
others on the same terms,
Sped to the camps, and comrades found and accepted from every State,
(Upon this breast has many a dying soldier lean'd to breathe his last,
This arm, this hand, this voice, have nourish'd, rais'd, restored,
To life recalling many a prostrate form;)
I am willing to wait to be understood by the growth of the taste of myself,
Rejecting none, permitting all.

(Say O Mother, have I not to your thought been faithful?
Have I not through life kept you and yours before me?)

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