Whitman is growing on me a bit. I particularly like his poem "Tears." Here are a few lines:
TEARS! tears! tears!
In the night, in solitude, tears,
On the white shore dripping, dripping, suck'd in by the sand,
...
O who is that ghost? that form in the dark, with tears?
What shapeless lump is that, bent, crouch'd there on the sand?
Streaming tears, sobbing tears, throes, choked with wild cries...
— Aug 27, 2025 08:36AM
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