Quotes by Whitman, Walt

The words of my book nothing, the drift of it everything. >>

Press close bare-bosomed night -- press close magnetic nourishing nigh >>

I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the star >>

Quotations about Burial

Corpses are more fit to be thrown out than is dung. >>

The dreariest spot in all the land to Death they set apart; with scant >>

The beautiful uncut hair of graves. >>

The beautiful uncut hair of graves.

Whitman, Walt