am i missing something or is this mostly bad? there are definitely

Don't worry, critics didn't appreciate it at the time it was published, either. You're just another wrong critic in a long line of them.

>BE composed—be at ease with me—I am Walt Whitman, liberal and lusty as Nature;
Not till the sun excludes you, do I exclude you;
>Not till the waters refuse to glisten for you, and the leaves to rustle for you, do my words refuse to glisten and rustle for you.

>My girl, I appoint with you an appointment—and I charge you that you make preparation to be worthy to meet me,
>And I charge you that you be patient and perfect till I come.

>Till then, I salute you with a significant look, that you do not forget me.

>>8667217
Christ this is fantastic shit. OP you're a faggot hack

>>8667198
Why is gandalf on the cover?

>>8667228
because he was an amazing poet. the guy's a demigod, what do you expect?

>>8667245
editing gone to shit ...

"The little one sleeps in its cradle,
I lift the gauze and look a long time, and silently brush away flies with my hand.

The youngster and the red-faced girl turn aside up the bushy hill,
I peeringly view them from the top.

The suicide sprawls on the bloody floor of the bedroom,
I witness the corpse with its dabbled hair, I note where the pistol has fallen."
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"I am the man, I suffer'd, I was there"
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"I project my hat, sit shame-faced, and beg.
Enough! Enough! Enough!
Somehow I have been stunn'd. Stand back!
Give me a little time beyond my cuff'd bead, slumbers, dreams, gaping,
I discover myself on the verge of a usual mistake."
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"The orchestra whirls me wider than Uranus flies,
It wrenches such ardors from me I did not know I possess'd
them,
It sails me, I dab with bare feet, they are lick'd by the
indolent waves,
I am cut by bitter and angry bail, I lose my breath
Steep'd amid honey'd morphine, my windpipe throttled in
fakes of death, "