#hitman

And I can’t help but feel that Whitman, for all his blustering beauty, might have been just a bit too optimistic. We can hear others, and we can travel to them without moving, and we can imagine them, and we are all connected one to the other by a crazy root system like so many leaves of grass — but the game makes me wonder whether we can really ever fully become one another. ↗

— John Green

#beauty

Walt Whitman, he who laid end to end words never seen in each other's company before outside of a dictionary. ↗

— David Lodge

#company #dictionary #each #end #laid

Not for a moment, beautiful aged Walt Whitman, have I failed to see your beard full of butterflies. ↗

— Federico Garcia Lorca

#beard #beautiful #butterflies #failed #full

I have never read a line of Walt Whitman. ↗

— Mary MacLane

#line #never #read #walt #walt whitman

There is little premium in poetry in a world that thinks of Pound and Whitman as a weight and a sampler, not an Ezra, a Walt, a thing of beauty, a joy forever. ↗

— Anna Quindlen

#forever #joy #little #poetry #pound

I situate myself, and seat myself, And where you recline I shall recline, For every armchair belonging to you as good as belongs to me. I loaf and curl up my tail I yawn and loaf at my ease after rolling in the catnip patch." (From Meow of Myself, from LEAVES OF CATNIP) ↗

— Henry N. Beard

#humor #leaves-of-grass #song-of-myself #walt-whitman #humor