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Emily Dickinson

I hide myself – within my flower, That fading from your Vase – You – unsuspecting – feel for me – Almost – a loneliness – — Emily Dickinson, from “[I hide myself within my flower],” The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson (Little, Brown, & Company, 1960)

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Walt Whitman

You lingering sparse leaves of me on winter-nearing boughs, And I some well-shorn tree of field or orchard-row; You tokens diminute and lorn—(not now the flush of May,       or July clover-bloom—no grain of August now;) You pallid banner-staves—you pennants valueless—you overstay’d of       time, Yet my soul-dearest leaves confirming all the rest, The faithfulest—hardiest—last.… Continue reading Walt Whitman

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Walt Whitman

PASSING stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you, You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me, as of a dream,) I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you, All is recall’d as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate, chaste,… Continue reading Walt Whitman

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Walt Whitman

When I heard the learn’d astronomer; When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me; When I was shown the charts and the diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them; When I, sitting, heard the astronomer, where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room, How soon, unaccountable, I became tired and sick;… Continue reading Walt Whitman

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Walt Whitman

You sea! I resign myself to you also … . I guess what you mean, I behold from the beach your crooked inviting fingers, I believe you refuse to go back without feeling of me; We must have a turn together … . I undress … . hurry me out of           sight of the… Continue reading Walt Whitman

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