#leaves of grass

a haze…rest and night—oblivion

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(O Mother—O Sisters dear! / If we are lost, no victor else has destroy’d us, / It is by ourselves we go down to eternal night.)

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What do you suppose creation is? […] / What do you suppose I would intimate to you in a hundred ways, but that man or woman

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Why should I wish to see God better than this day? I see something of God each hour of the twenty-four, and each moment then,...

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And I myself for long, O Death, have breath’d my every breath / Amid the nearness and the silent thought of thee.

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Give me to hold all sounds […] Fill me with all the voices of the universe.

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