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"What do you think has become of the women and children?
They are alive and well somewhere,
The smallest sprout shows there is really no death
And if there was it led forward life, and does not wait at
the end to arrest it,
And ceas'd the moment life appear'd
All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses,
And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier."
— Nov 05, 2025 03:00PM
They are alive and well somewhere,
The smallest sprout shows there is really no death
And if there was it led forward life, and does not wait at
the end to arrest it,
And ceas'd the moment life appear'd
All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses,
And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier."
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Cayden Clark-Johnson
is on page 89 of 414
Didn't know Whitman had the juice like this.
I Sing the Body Electric is the type of poem Emglish nerds used to memorize 100 years ago- lowkey I should too
— Dec 17, 2025 03:21PM
I Sing the Body Electric is the type of poem Emglish nerds used to memorize 100 years ago- lowkey I should too
Cayden Clark-Johnson
is on page 72 of 414
Man, Song of Myself is sooooo good
"I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,
If you want me again look for me under your boot soles.
You will hardly know who I am or what I mean,
But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,
And filter and fibre your blood."
— Dec 10, 2025 04:26PM
"I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,
If you want me again look for me under your boot soles.
You will hardly know who I am or what I mean,
But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,
And filter and fibre your blood."
Cayden Clark-Johnson
is on page 40 of 414
"And these tend inward to me, and I tend outward to them,
And such as it is to be of these more or less I am,
And of these one and all I weave the song of myself."
— Nov 20, 2025 03:35PM
And such as it is to be of these more or less I am,
And of these one and all I weave the song of myself."
Cayden Clark-Johnson
is on page 33 of 414
"The wild gander leads his flock through the cool night,
'Ya-honk' he says, and sounds it down to me like an invitation,
The pert may suppose it meaningless, but I listening close,
Find its purpose and place up there toward the wintry sky."
— Nov 13, 2025 04:00PM
'Ya-honk' he says, and sounds it down to me like an invitation,
The pert may suppose it meaningless, but I listening close,
Find its purpose and place up there toward the wintry sky."
Cayden Clark-Johnson
is on page 10 of 414
"I will not make poems with reference to parts,
But I will make poems, songs, thoughts, with reference to
ensemble."
— Oct 23, 2025 02:32PM
But I will make poems, songs, thoughts, with reference to
ensemble."
Cayden Clark-Johnson
is on page 10 of 414
I have a feeling this one is going to take quite a while to finish- despite this book being quite long, there are no superfluous lines.
— Oct 15, 2025 03:10PM
Cayden Clark-Johnson
is on page 6 of 414
Finally actually reading the entirety of Leaves of Grass because of Breaking Bad
— Oct 09, 2025 03:26PM
