4 edition of Walt Whitman and Leaves of grass found in the catalog.
Walt Whitman and Leaves of grass
W. H. Trimble
|Statement||by W. H. Trimble.|
|LC Classifications||PS3231 .T7 1975|
|The Physical Object|
|Pagination||100 p. ;|
|Number of Pages||100|
|LC Control Number||75034349|
Hurrah for positive science! And to all generals that lost engagements, and all overcome heroes! Despite Whitman's boast to Emerson that "these thirty-two Poems I stereotype to print several thousand copies of" Comprehensivesales were even poorer than those for the first edition; copies are now quite rare. I wonder where they get those tokens, Did I pass that way huge times ago and negligently drop them? Buy Study Guide Leaves of Grass is a collection of poetry written over Walt Whitman 's entire lifetime organized thematically into sections. Walt Whitman, a kosmos, of Manhattan the son, Turbulent, fleshy, sensual, eating, drinking and breeding, No sentimentalist, no stander above men and women or apart from them, No more modest than immodest.
In vain the speeding or shyness, In vain the plutonic rocks send their old heat against my approach, In vain the mastodon retreats beneath its own powder'd bones, In vain Walt Whitman and Leaves of grass book stand leagues off and assume manifold shapes, In vain the ocean settling in hollows and the great monsters lying low, In vain the buzzard houses herself with the sky, In vain the snake slides through the creepers and logs, In vain the elk takes to the inner passes of the woods, In vain the razor-bill'd auk sails far north to Labrador, I follow quickly, I ascend to the nest in the fissure of the cliff. I am given up by traitors, I talk wildly, I have lost my wits, I and nobody else am the greatest traitor, I went myself first to the headland, my own hands carried me there. Do you take it I would astonish? We also ascend dazzling and tremendous as the sun, We found our own O my soul in the calm and cool of the daybreak. My voice goes after what my eyes cannot reach, With the twirl of my tongue I encompass worlds and volumes of worlds.
You villain touch! Whitman chronicles this profound historic event in the sections "Drum-Taps" and "Memories of President Lincoln. I am given up by traitors, I talk wildly, I have lost my wits, I and nobody else am the greatest traitor, I went myself first to the headland, my own hands carried me there. Sprouts take and accumulate, stand by the curb prolific and vital, Landscapes projected masculine, full-sized and golden. And to all generals that lost engagements, and all overcome heroes!
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Myself moving forward then and now and forever, Gathering and showing more always and with velocity, Infinite and omnigenous, and the like of Walt Whitman and Leaves of grass book among them, Not too exclusive toward the reachers of my remembrancers, Picking out here one that I love, and now go with him on brotherly terms.
He desired that the reader would see a self formed through the words and themes of the book. O unspeakable passionate love. Whitman gave Stafford a ring, which was returned and re-given over the course of a stormy relationship lasting several years.
Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees! I behold the picturesque giant and love him, and I do not stop there, I go with the team also. In these essays, he adopted a constructed persona, a technique he would employ throughout his career. Speech is the twin of my vision, it is unequal to measure itself, It provokes me forever, it says sarcastically, Walt you contain enough, why don't you let it out then?
The little light fades the immense and diaphanous shadows, The air tastes good to my palate.
Biographer Justin Kaplan notes that the story is likely untrue, because Whitman regularly vacationed in the town thereafter. So they show their relations to me and I accept them, They bring me tokens of myself, they evince them plainly in their possession.
Walt Whitman has been claimed as the first "poet of democracy" in the United States, a title meant to reflect his ability to write in a singularly American character.
Today, Leaves of Grass contains nearly poems all Walt Whitman and Leaves of grass book which celebrate America and the American way of life. Be it so, then I answer'd, I too haughty Shade also sing war, and a longer and greater one than any, Waged in my book with varying fortune, with flight, advance and retreat, victory deferr'd and wavering, Yet methinks certain, or as good as certain, at the last, the field the world, For life and death, for the Body and for the eternal Soul, Lo, I too am come, chanting the chant of battles, I above all promote brave soldiers.
Nearly years after it was first published, Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass continues to inspire, enthrall and educate generations of readers. To Foreign Lands I heard that you ask'd for something to prove this puzzle the New World, And to define America, her athletic Democracy, Therefore I send you my poems that you behold in Walt Whitman and Leaves of grass book what you wanted.
The beards of the young men glisten'd with wet, it ran from their long hair, Little streams pass'd Walt Whitman and Leaves of grass book over their bodies. I merely stir, press, feel with my fingers, and am happy, To touch my person to some one else's is about as much as I can stand.
The pleasures of heaven are with me, and the pains of hell are with me, The first I graft and increase upon myself. A minute and a drop of me settle my brain, I believe the soggy clods shall become lovers and lamps, And a compend of compends is the meat of a man or Walt Whitman and Leaves of grass book, And a summit and flower there is the feeling they have for each other, And they are to branch boundlessly out of that lesson until it becomes omnific, And until one and all shall delight us, and we them.
The press of my foot to the earth springs a hundred affections, They scorn the best I can do to relate them. His poetry depicts love and sexuality in a more earthy, individualistic way common in American culture before the medicalization of sexuality in the late 19th century.
The massive "By Blue Ontario's Shore," largely cannibalized from the prose Preface, is a paean to the present and future greatness of Americans "It is I who am great, or to be great—it is you, or any one" [section 15] and to the superb Whitman persona, the "equable," profound interpreter of the world and its symbols.
To a Historian You who celebrate bygones, Who have explored the outward, the surfaces of the races, the life that has exhibited itself, Who have treated of man as the creature of politics, aggregates, rulers and priests, I, habitan of the Alleghanies, treating of him as he is in himself in his own rights, Pressing the pulse of the life that has seldom exhibited itself, the great pride of man in himself, Chanter of Personality, outlining what is yet to be, I project the history of the future.
Waiting in gloom, protected by frost, The dirt receding before my prophetical screams, I underlying causes to balance them at last, My knowledge my live parts, it keeping tally with the meaning of all things, Happiness, which whoever hears me let him or her set out in search of this day. The young men float on their backs, their white bellies bulge to the sun, they do not ask who seizes fast to them, They do not know who puffs and declines with pendant and bending arch, They do not think whom they souse with spray.
Through me many long dumb voices, Voices of the interminable generations of prisoners and slaves, Voices of the diseas'd and despairing and of thieves and dwarfs, Voices of cycles of preparation and accretion, And of the threads that connect the stars, and of wombs and of the father-stuff, And of the rights of them the others are down upon, Of the deform'd, trivial, flat, foolish, despised, Fog in the air, beetles rolling balls of dung.
That I walk up my stoop, I pause to consider if it really be, A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.
Every kind for itself and its own, for me mine male and female, For me those that have been boys and that love women, For me the man that is proud and feels how it stings to be slighted, For me the sweet-heart and the old maid, for me mothers and the mothers of mothers, For me lips that have smiled, eyes that have shed tears, For me children and the begetters of children.
The runaway slave came to my house and stopt outside, I heard his motions crackling the twigs of the woodpile, Through the swung half-door of the kitchen I saw him limpsy and weak, And went where he sat on a log and led him in and assured him, And brought water and fill'd a tub for his sweated body and bruis'd feet, And gave him a room that enter'd from my own, and gave him some coarse clean clothes, And remember perfectly well his revolving eyes and his awkwardness, And remember putting plasters on the galls of his neck and ankles; He staid with me a week before he was recuperated and pass'd north, I had him sit next me at table, my fire-lock lean'd in the corner.
I know I am deathless, I know this orbit of mine cannot be swept by a carpenter's compass, I know I shall not pass like a child's carlacue cut with a burnt stick at night. You sweaty brooks and dews it shall be you!
Failing to fetch me me at first keep encouraged, Missing me one place search another, I stop some where waiting for you. In all things of nature, he understands that even death is a regeneration of life, just as autumn leaves fall and grow again in the spring.
Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic, And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow zones, Growing among black folks as among white, Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the same, I receive them the same.Walt Whitman (–). Leaves of Grass. Index of Titles Aboard at a Ship’s Helm A Boston Ballad, A Broadway Pageant A Carol of Harvest for A Child’s Amaze A Clear Midnight Adieu to a Soldier A Farm-Picture After the Sea-Ship Ages and Ages, Returning at Intervals A Glimpse A Hand-Mirror Ah Poverties, Wincings and.
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