Walt Whitman Quotes About Moon

Quotes about: Moon

• As for me, I know nothing else but miracles,
  Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,
  Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,
  Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of the water,
  Or stand under the trees in the woods,
  Or talk by day with any one I love,
  Or sleep in bed at night with any one I love,
  Or watch honey bees busy around the hive of a summer forenoon...
  Or the wonderfulness of the sundown,
  Or of stars shining so quiet and bright,
  Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in spring...
  What stranger miracles are there?

  Walt Whitman

  Summer, Beach, Stars

  Walt Whitman, “Miracles”

• The moon gives you light, and the bugles and the drums give you music, and my heart, O my soldiers, my veterans, my heart gives you love.

  Walt Whitman

  Heart, Moon, Light

  Walt Whitman (1995). “Civil War Poetry and Prose”, p.21, Courier Corporation

• Love, that is day and night - love, that is sun and moon and stars, Love, that is crimson, sumptuous, sick with perfume, no other words but words of love, no other thought but love.

  Walt Whitman

  Life, Stars, Moon

  Walt Whitman, Sculley Bradley, Harold W. Blodgett, Arthur Golden, William White (2008). “Leaves of Grass: Vol. I-III: A Textual Variorum of the Printed Poems, 1855-1856”, p.643, NYU Press

• Why who makes much of a miracle? As to me I know nothing else but miracles, whether they be animals feeding in the fields, Or, birds, or the wonderfulness of insects in the air, Or the wonderfulness of the sundown, or of stars shining so quiet and bright, Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in spring; These, with the rest, one and all, are to me, miracles.

  Walt Whitman

  Stars, Spring, Moon

  Walt Whitman, “Miracles”

• Smile O voluptuous coolbreathed earth!
  Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees!
  Earth of departed sunset! Earth of the mountains misty-topt!
  Earth of the vitreous pour of the full moon just tinged with blue!
  Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river!
  Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake!
  Far-swooping elbowed earth! Rich apple-blossomed earth!
  Smile, for your lover comes!

  Walt Whitman

  Sunset, Dark, Moon

  Walt Whitman (2013). “Walt Whitman's Song of Myself: A Sourcebook and Critical Edition”, p.42, Routledge

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