Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен)

Leaves of Grass. 24. Autumn Rivulets. 20. Thought

Of persons arrived at high positions, ceremonies, wealth,
      scholarships, and the like;
(To me all that those persons have arrived at sinks away from them,
      except as it results to their bodies and souls,
So that often to me they appear gaunt and naked,
And often to me each one mocks the others, and mocks himself or herself,
And of each one the core of life, namely happiness, is full of the
      rotten excrement of maggots,
And often to me those men and women pass unwittingly the true
      realities of life, and go toward false realities,
And often to me they are alive after what custom has served them,
      but nothing more,
And often to me they are sad, hasty, unwaked sonnambules walking the dusk.)

Walt Whitman’s other poems:

  1. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 10. To the Pending Year
  2. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 11. Shakspere-Bacon’s Cipher
  3. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 13. Bravo, Paris Exposition!
  4. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 24. The Commonplace
  5. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 14. Memories




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