Seasons pursuing each other the indescribable crowd is gathered, it is the fourth of Seventh-month, (what salutes of cannon and small arms!) – Walt Whitman
And I will show that nothing can happen more beautiful than death. – Walt Whitman

Seasons pursuing each other the indescribable crowd is gathered, it is the fourth of Seventh-month, (what salutes of cannon and small arms!) – Walt Whitman
And I will show that nothing can happen more beautiful than death. – Walt Whitman
Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed. – Walt Whitman
The art of art, the glory of expression and the sunshine of the light of letters, is simplicity. – Walt Whitman
And I know Im supposed to feel guilty for wanting people to buy my books… and books in general? Novels and poetry, they belong to the realm of art. How dirty of us to try to hawk art! But, after a decade of hand-wringing and apologies, I cant quite muster the guilt anymore. – Julianna Baggott