Walt Whitman Quote

A Song of the good green grass! A song no more of the city streets; A song of farms - a song of the soil of fields. A song with the smell of sun-dried hay, where the nimble pitchers handle the pitch-fork; A song tasting of new wheat, and of fresh-husk'd maize.

Leaves of Grass: Passage to India (ed. 1871)

A Song of the good green grass! A song no more of the city streets; A song of farms - a song of the soil of fields. A song with the smell of...

A Song of the good green grass! A song no more of the city streets; A song of farms - a song of the soil of fields. A song with the smell of...

A Song of the good green grass! A song no more of the city streets; A song of farms - a song of the soil of fields. A song with the smell of...

A Song of the good green grass! A song no more of the city streets; A song of farms - a song of the soil of fields. A song with the smell of...