Surely whoever tweets to me in the right voice, him or her I shall follow: whitmanarchive.org/published/LG/1…

And I dream'd I went where they had buried him I love—but he was not in that place; ... whitmanarchive.org/published/LG/1…

PENSIVE and faltering, The words, the dead , I tweet; For living are the Dead; ... whitmanarchive.org/published/LG/1…

You shall no longer tweet things at second or third hand... nor look through the eyes of the dead... nor feed on the spectres in books...

#chardonshooting "The smallest sprout shows there is really no death, And if ever there was it led forward life" so sad whitmanarchive.org/published/LG/1…

"The tragedy has possessed me. Sad! Sad! Sad!"--Walt Whitman #chardonshooting whitmanarchive.org/criticism/disc…

I tweet the flight of the fluid and swallowing soul ...

I have look’d for equals and lovers, and found them ready for me in all lands; I think some divine rapport has equalized me with them.

Who knows but I am enjoying this? Who knows but I am as good as looking at you now, for all you cannot see me? #Whitman

"Of Equality- as if it harm'd me, giving others the same chances and rights as myself- ...

... as if it were not indispensable to my own rights that others possess the same."

I tweet my barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world ...

I exist as I am, that is enough./ If no other in the world be aware I tweet content,/ And if each and all be aware I tweet content.

To me the converging objects of the universe perpetually flow,/ All are written to me, and I must tweet what the writing means.

I do not doubt there is more in myself than I have supposed—and more in all men and women—and more in my poems than I have supposed ...

I do not doubt that temporary affairs keep on and on, millions of years ...

I do not doubt interiors have their interiors, and exteriors have their exteriors—

... and that the eye-sight has another eye-sight, and the hearing another hearing, and the voice another voice;

... I do not doubt that whatever can possibly happen, any where, at any time, is tweeted for, in the inherences of things.

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