30 Walt Whitman phrases to meet the father of free verse

And as for me, I know nothing but miracles.

Let your soul be calm and composed in front of a million universes.

Now, Voyager, sail forth, to seek and find.

I exist as I am, that’s enough.

Whoever walks for a minute without love, walks wrapped around his own funeral.

We were together, then I forgot.

I am satisfied… I see, I dance, I laugh, I sing.

Nothing is lost or can be lost. The body, sluggish, old, chilly… the ashes left by past flames… will burn again.

What is it that you express in your eyes? Sounds like more to me than all the prints I’ve read in my life.

I am contradictory, I am immense. There are crowds inside of me.

The smallest blade of grass shows us that death does not exist; that if it ever existed, it was only to produce life.

Peace is always beautiful.

I hear and see God in all goals, but I don’t understand God at all.

And your own flesh will be a great poem.

Pointing to another world will never stop the addiction between us; shedding light on this world alone can help us.

Every moment of light and dark is a miracle.

The sea is for me an endless miracle: the fish swimming, the rocks, the movement of the waves, the ships that go with men inside — are there any stranger miracles?

I’m also not tamed at all, I’m also untranslatable. I sound my barbarian howl over the rooftops of the world.

Set the time on the clock; but what marks eternity?

I believe that a blade of grass is no less than the journey of the stars.

In the faces of men and women, I see God.

Battles are lost with the same spirit in which they are won.

Now I see the secret of making the best person: it’s growing outdoors and eating and sleeping with the earth.

Everything goes forward and out, nothing falls apart, and dying is different than it was supposed to, and luckier.

Keep your face always towards the sunlight – and the shadows will be behind you.

Resist a lot, obey little. Once unquestioning obedience, once totally enslaved… no nation, state, city on this earth will ever regain its freedom.

I cannot be awake, for nothing seems to me as before, or else I am awake for the first time, and everything before was a stingy sleep.

Life is what little we have left of death.

For me, every hour of the day and night is an indescribably perfect miracle.

Happiness, not elsewhere, but in this place… not for another hour, but for this hour.