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:

    “A letter is an unannounced visit, and the postman is the intermediary of impolite surprises. Every week we ought to have one hour for receiving letters, and then go and take a bath.”
    —Friedrich Nietzsche (1844–1900)

    “Alicia Huberman: Look, I’ll make it easy for you. The time has come when you must tell me that you have a wife and two adorable children, and this madness between us can’t go on any longer.
    T.R. Devlin: I bet you’ve heard that line often enough.
    Alicia: Right below the belt every time. Oh that isn’t fair, Dev.
    Devlin: Skip it. We have other things to talk about. We have a job.”
    —Ben Hecht (1893–1964)

    “The joy of giving is indeed a pleasure, especially when you get rid of something you don’t want.”
    —Frank Butler (1890–1967)