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  • The wild gander leads his flock through the cool night, Ya-honk! he says, and sounds it down to me like an invitation: The pert may suppose it meaningless, but I listen closer, I find its purpose and place up there toward the November sky.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : Walt Whitman Quotes , Night Quotes , Sky Quotes
  • I cannot too often repeat that Democracy is a word the real gist of which still sleeps, quite unawakened, notwithstanding the resonance and the many angry tempests out of which its syllables have come, from pen or tongue. It is a great word, whose history, I suppose, remains unwritten because that history has yet to be enacted.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : Walt Whitman Quotes , Real Quotes , Sleep Quotes