Crossing Brooklyn Ferry by Walt Whitman – Poems | Academy of American Poets

Crossing Brooklyn Ferry – Flood-tide below me! I watch you face to face
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• Poetry
  My family slept those level miles but like a bell rung deep till dawn I drove down an aisle of sound, nothing real but in the bell, past the town where I was born. Once you cross a land like that you own your face more: what the light struck told a self; every rock… Read more: Poetry
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  “OVER-REACHING FACEBOOK POLICIES AS THEY WERE APPLIED TO OUR TEXAS NUDIST COLONY!” a poem a.k.a.: “Beautiful Dreamer!” Friday: November 30, 2018 “Your voluptuous girls,” Facebook-did-say; “They’re-far-too-provocative! (pause) They’re NOT OK! To-put-on-your-posts, so – your page we will close, And all will be better! This-is-what we suppose. YOU-ARE-EXPOSING T O O M U C H –… Read more: Facebook Jail 😂😁😅😆😓
• Happiness
  “The happiness of your life depends upon the quality of your thoughts.”Triune, shaping, restless power, Life-flow from life’s natal hour, No music chords are in thy sound; By some thou’rt but a rattle found; Yet, without thy ceaseless motion, To ice would turn their dead devotion Life-flow of my natal hour, I will not weary… Read more: Happiness