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They are lines in Song Of Myself that almost feel alien, as though a human man from this planet could not have written such beautiful, generous, true, and altruistic words. Inspired by the greatest summits of the human possibility, without arrogance or pride and infused with humanism, the all-encompassing kind, Whitman's poetry is mystical to me, yet never remote. He seems to have been given the key to Arcadia, that pastoral and wonderful secret place the Greeks dreamed about.As a bisexual perso...
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This is my favorite poet of all time. I love how he speaks to you. Talking about how he wrote these poems for you and me makes me get chills everytime I read something of his. I have this edition and then recieved a beatiful edition at Christmas and tears came to eyes. Walt Whitman is not for everybody but he wishes he could be.
I would love to read this whole thing, had I energy enough (I could make time). But for now I'm simply trying to enhance my appreciation for the stand-alone Song of Myself that I read. The notes here helped a lot, but did not intrude interpretation... just right, iow. So, yes, I recommend the book to interested readers.December 2021
Prepare for freeform, chaotic meandering. Whitman holds an odd but special place in my heart, so I would encourage reading this. Just be prepared for some intense energy that doesn't always connect between poems. Certain poems are absolute gems, though. Read in multiple sittings.
I KEEP SAYING I WILL READ THE CLASSICS SO I'M GOING TO FINALLY DO IT. WHAT SHOULD I START WITH?THE HORNY POETRY OF WALT WHITMAN.
had to read this for uni (did not read every single poems bc there’s too many) but overall it wasn’t that bad. some very interesting insights in the poems ig
Genius. The verse cannot be parsed in a single reading, but as you study the text Whitman's optimistic, sprawling, solipsistic vision of America sucks you in.
I read Leaves the first time when I was fifteen, back in '66 or '67. Probably read it again every few years since. Then kicked it up to once a year. Recently I've started taking it up several times a year, in different editions, along with the writings of others about Leaves. It was refreshing to read many of the comments and reviews here. A thrill to know this book is still being read by so many over one-hundred and fifty years later. Ed Folsum's article, "So Long! So Long! Walt Whitman, Langst...
No matter what is making me feel unsettled, this selection of poetry from the works of Whalt Whitman always brings comfort and somehow helps getting hold of my racing thoughts. The kind of poems book to read again and again and again...
I <3 WW
Excellent book on poetry
Read for class. Did not read the entire book, because it's just under a thousand pages, but the third or so of it that I did read, I liked for the most part, despite not being a fan of poetry.
This is a Walt Whitman hate account
The poems distilled from other poems will probably pass away. The coward will surely pass away. The expectation of the vital and great can only be satisfied by the demeanor of the vital and great. The swarms of the polished deprecating and reflectors and the polite float off and leave no remembrance. America prepares with composure and goodwill for the visitors that have sent word. It is not intellect that is to be their warrant and welcome. The talented, the artist, the ingenious, the editor, t...
America is big. The land is big, the ideals are big, the ego is big, the dreams are big, even the people are big. Our suburbs sprawl out over acres and acres of territory, our massive houses given massive plots of land where other nations might fit two houses, our states the size of nations, our nation the size of a continent. Walt Whitman is the poet of this American bigness. He tries to contain it all, to pack all of these people, all of these dreams, and all this territory into his poetry. Is...
One of the great books of my life, and everyone's life. I come back to this one frequently. It is summertime, it is America, it is celebration.
A vivid daydream among the trees and the whispers of leaves crushing beneath the sole of our feet ... To recapture what makes us truly human, an experience we too often bury under greet & selfishness!
It was very interesting with occasional personal stories from the 1800s. I would read this again and I’m interested in reading more from the same author or similar.
wow , such sensitivity and lovely prose , so earthy and romantic