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— Stephen Crane

I looked here;

I looked there;

Nowhere could I see my love.

And--this time--

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In Paths Untrodden

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Walt Whitman·1819–1892
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n paths untrodden,In the growth by margins of pond-waters,Escaped from the life that exhibits itself,From all the standards hitherto publish’d, from the pleasures,profits, conformities,Which too long I was offering to feed my soul,Clear to me now standards not yet publish’d, clear to me that my soul,That the soul of the man I speak for rejoices in comrades,Here by myself away from the clank of the world,Tallying and talk’d to here by tongues aromatic,No longer abash’d, (for in this secluded spot I can respond as Iwould not dare elsewhere,)Strong upon me the life that does not exhibit itself, yet containsall the rest,Resolv’d to sing no songs to-day but those of manly attachment,Projecting them along that substantial life,Bequeathing hence types of athletic love,Afternoon this delicious Ninth-month in my forty-first year,I proceed for all who are or have been young men,To tell the secret my nights and days,To celebrate the need of comrades.
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