One Hour To Madness and Joy

"One Hour to Madness and Joy" is a poem by Walt Whitman.




Walt Whitman
Leaves of Grass
(1855–1892)
  • "Crossing Brooklyn Ferry" (1855)
  • "Hush'd Be the Camps To-Day" (1865)
  • "I Sing the Body Electric" (1865)
  • "A Noiseless Patient Spider" (1891)
  • "O Captain! My Captain!" (1865)
  • "One Hour to Madness and Joy" (1860)
  • "One's Self I Sing" (1867)
  • "Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking" (1859)
  • "Patrolling Barnegat" (1856)
  • "Pioneers! O Pioneers!" (1865)
  • "Prayer of Columbus" (1900)
  • "Song of Myself" (1855)
  • "Song of the Open Road" (1856)
  • "This Dust Was Once the Man" (1871)
  • "When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd" (1865)
Sections
Calamus
Sea-Drift
Drum-Taps
Other works
  • Franklin Evans (1842)
  • Democratic Vistas (1871)
Adaptations
  • Sea Drift (1906)
  • A Sea Symphony (1909)
  • When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd (1946)
  • The Wound-Dresser (1989)
  • Lilacs (1996)
Related
  • "Body Electric" (2012)
  • Steven van Leeuwen
Honoraria
  • Walt Whitman Award
  • Walt Whitman Birthplace State Historic Site
  • Walt Whitman Bridge
  • Walt Whitman High School (Maryland)
  • Walt Whitman High School (New York)
  • Walt Whitman House
  • Walt Whitman Shops


Famous quotes containing the words hour, madness and/or joy:

    “I still feel just as I told you, that I shall come safely out of this war. I felt so the other day when danger was near. I certainly enjoyed the excitement of fighting our way out of Giles to the Narrows as much as any excitement I ever experienced. I had a good deal of anxiety the first hour or two on account of my command, but not a particle on my own account. After that, and after I saw that we were getting on well, it was really jolly. We all joked and laughed and cheered constantly.”
    —Rutherford Birchard Hayes (1822–1893)

    “The world has always gone through periods of madness so as to advance a bit on the road to reason.”
    —Hermann Broch (1886–1951)

    “This Day, whate’er the Fates decree;
    Shall still be kept with Joy by me:
    This Day then, let us not be told,
    That you are sick, and I grown old,”
    —Jonathan Swift (1667–1745)