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Frases célebres de Walt Whitman
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Cuando conozco a alguien no me importa si es blanco, negro, judío o musulmán. Me basta con saber que es un ser humano.
La paz siempre es hermosa
Haz lo que quieras, pero deja que eso te produzca diversión.
No dejes de creer que las palabras y las poesías sí pueden cambiar el mundo
No pregunto a la persona herida como se siente. Yo mismo me convierto en la persona herida.
Se le puede perdonar de todos sus errores a aquel que tenga franqueza perfecta.
Las batallas se pierden con el mismo espíritu con que se ganan.
Nosotros también nos elevamos deslumbrantes y tremendos como el sol.
Para mí, el mar es un milagro continuo; los peces que nadan, las rocas, el movimiento de las olas, los barcos con hombres en ellas. ¿Qué extraños milagros hay?
La belleza de la independencia, el partir, acciones que se apoyan en sí mismas.
I swear to you, there are divine things more beautiful than words can tell.
We were together. I forgot the rest.
I exist as I am. That is enough.
Keep your face always toward the sunshine and the shadows will fall behind you.
If you want to know where your heart is, look to where your mind goes when it wanders.
Will you come travel with me? Shall we stick by each other as long as we live?
Let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes.
When I give, I give myself.
Whatever satisfies the soul is truth.
Peace is always beautiful.
Now, voyager, sail thou forth, to seek and find.
Resist much, obey little.
I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.
The secret of it all is to write… without waiting for a fit time or place.
To begin, begin.
If you done it, it ain't bragging
Freedom: to walk free and own no superior
I accept reality and dare not to question it
To have great poets, there mustbe great audiences
Produce great men, the rest follows
Do anything, but let it produce joy
In the faces of men and women, I see God
The real war will never get in the books
The future is no more uncertain than the present
If anything is sacred, the human body is sacred
The dirtiest book of all is the expurgated book
I believe that much unseen is also here
I am not contain'd between my hat and my boots
Simplicity is the glory of expression
I celebrate myself, and sing myself
O Captain! My Captain!
But poetry, beauty, romance, love… these are what we stay alive for.
I am large, I contain multitudes.
Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed.
They do not sweat and whine about their condition, They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins.
And as to me, I know nothing else but miracles.
Nothing can happen more beautiful than death.
To die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.
The whole theory of the universe is directed unerringly to one single individual.
Viewed freely, the English language is the accretion and growth of every dialect, race, and range of time, and is both the free and compacted composition of all.
I am satisfied… I see, dance, laugh, sing.
I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.
Women sit or move to and fro, some old, some young,/ The young are beautiful — but the old are more beautiful than the young.
In all people I see myself, none more and not one a barleycorn less, and the good or bad I say of myself I say of them.
I am larger, better than I thought; I did not know I held so much goodness. All seems beautiful to me. Whoever denies me, it shall not trouble me; Whoever accepts me, he or she shall be blessed, and shall bless me.
Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me? And why should I not speak to you?
Re-examine all you have been told in school or church or in any book, and dismiss whatever insults your own soul; and your very flesh shall be a great poem.
Dazzling and tremendous how quick the sunrise would kill me, if I could not now and always send sunrise out of me.
Sometimes with one I love I fill myself with rage for fear I effuse unreturn’d love,/ But now I think there is no unreturn’d love, the pay is certain one way or another
You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me, You shall listen to all sides and filter them from yourself.
Clear and sweet is my soul, clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.
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.
There was never any more inception than there is now,/ Nor any more youth or age than there is now;/ And will never be any more perfection than there is now,/ Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now./ The powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse.
Agonies are one of my changes of garments.
Loafe with me on the grass—loose the stop from your throat; Not words, not music or rhyme I want—not custom or lecture, not even the best; Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice.
Only themselves understand themselves and the like of themselves, As souls only understand souls.
I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your bootsoles.
Give me the splendid, silent sun with all his beams full-dazzling.
The sum of all known value and respect, I add up in you, whoever you are.
To me the sea is a continual miracle; The fishes that swim–the rocks — the motion of the waves –the ships, with men in them, What stranger miracles are there?
Happiness, not in another place but this place… not for another hour, but this hour.
After you have exhausted what there is in business, politics, conviviality, and so on — have found that none of these finally satisfy, or permanently wear — what remains? Nature remains.
Now I see the secret of making the best person: it is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth.
A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.
Love the earth and sun and animals. Despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks.
There are the days that must happen to you.
Me imperturbe, standing at ease in Nature, Master of all or Mistress of all…
Oh, to be alive in such an age, when miracles are everywhere, and every inch of common air throbs a tremendous prophecy, of greater marvels yet to be.
To me, every hour of the light and dark is a miracle.
Sure as Life holds all parts together, Death holds all parts together.
Si llego a mi destino ahora mismo, lo aceptaré con alegría, y si no llego hasta que transcurran diez millones de años, esperaré alegremente también.
Cuando yo doy, me doy a mí mismo.
Y quien camina sin piedad, sin piedad camina hacia su propio funeral en su mortaja.