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Don't pay attention to me I'm currently high on poetry We can look at this one of two ways either I'm a bit late to do a Christmas Book Haul video or I'm hella early for next yearClick the link to see what other books arrived via the polar express In Leaves of Grass Walt Whitman sings nature and his symbiosis with America he sings the universe and his awareness of it all but above all he sings the people and their uest for individuality and immortality ‘The proof of a poet is that his country absorbs him as affectionately as he has absorbed it’ And here he includes himself with all his mysticism and spiritual illuminations In that it is a celebration of humanity his country and everything in it Some parts of his poems were so beautiful it spoke to me however not all touched me For one I am not American and for other he wrote it in another time that is long gone But there are times when he comes through our contemporary than many other writers I read I loved him for his love of the common people for his praise of the most unlucky human beings – like slaves and prostitutes – as for his sense of justice ‘The attitude of the great poets is to cheer up slaves and horrify despots’ It’s an ode to euality and for that we cannot praise him enough His words sometimes sounded like music in my ears It really sang to me ‘You shall stand by my side and look in the mirror with me’ Sometimes playful often insightful and timeless Leaves of Grass is not to be missed ‘It is the medium that shall well express the inexpressible’Let’s let Whitman speak for himselfSong of Myself I CELEBRATE myself And what I assume you shall assumeFor every atom belonging to me as good belongs to youI loafe and invite my soulI lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass Clear and sweet is my soul and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul I resist anything better than my own diversityAnd breathe the air and leave plenty after meAnd am not stuck up and am in my place I am the poet of the bodyAnd I am the poet of the soul The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with meThe first I graft and increase upon myself the latter I translate into a new tongueI am the poet of the woman the same as the manAnd I say it is as great to be a woman as to be a manAnd I say there is nothing greater than the mother of men I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journeywork of the starsAnd the pismire is eually perfect and a grain of sand and the egg of the wrenAnd the tree toad is a chef d'ouvre for the highestAnd the running blackberry would adorn the parlors of heavenAnd the narrowest hinge in my hand puts to scorn all machineryAnd the cow crunching with depressed head surpasses any statueAnd a mouse is a miracle enough to stagger sextillions of infidelsAnd I could come every afternoon of my life to look at the farmer’s girls boiling her iron tea kettle and baking short cake The disdain and calmness of martyrsThe mother condemned for a witch and burnt with dry wood and her children gazing on;The hounded slave that flags in the race and leans by the fence blowing and covered with sweatThe twinges that sting like needles his legs and neckThe murderous buckshot and the bulletsAll these I feel or amFinally the three last superb stanzas I beueath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I loveIf you want me again look for me under your bootsolesYou will hardly know who I am or what I meanBut I shall be good health to you neverthelessAnd filter and fibre your bloodFailing to fetch me at first keep encouragedMissing me one place search anotherI stop somewhere waiting for youA Song for Occupations Come closer to mePush close my lovers and take the best I possessYield closer and closer and give me the best you possess The wife – and she is not one jot less than the husbandThe daughter – and she is just good as the sonThe mother – and she is every bit as much as the father We thought our Union grand and our Constitution grand;I do not say they are not grand and good – for they areI am this day just as much in love with them as youBut I am eternally in love with you and with all my fellows upon the earth You will hardly know who I am or what I meanBut I shall be good health to you neverthelessAnd filter and fibre your bloodFailing to fetch me me at first keep encouragedMissing me one place search anotherI stop some where waiting for youThe Sleepers Be careful darkness already what was it touched meI thought my lover was gone else darkness and he are oneI hear the heart beat I follow I fade away When Leaves of Grass was first published critics applauded Whitman only that he did not burn the mass of stupid filth immediately upon completion They primarily objected to its sensual and occasionally rather overtly homoerotic content Nowadays of course it seems entirely too mild to raise an objection on those grounds but man oh man I understand the impulse to want to turn this book into kindling It's less like THIS and like THIS This weighty poetic tome has all the weaknesses inherent to self publication unjustified overlong length tedious repetition of images and ideas wildly uneven uality from one poem to the next irritating authorial tics and a pervasive self important focusAs I look at stuffI think about stuffO stuff O synonym for stuffO six page list of things that aresimilar yet differentIt's really impossible to document the amazing repetitions in Leaves of Grass short of simply handing you the book itself It is repetitive in syntax in word choice in tone in content in message in perspective And the collection is inexcusably padded past any hope of delivering the forceful emotional impact that poems are so uniuely capable ofAnd man what gives with the crappy words English's strongest selling point as a language is its vast incredibly nuanced vocabulary It's not a particularly beautiful or intuitive dictionary but the thesaurus is stellar we have an endless supply of synonyms at our disposal There's really no excuse for a native English speaking poet to resort to such dull texture less language Take this brief ditty After the Sea ShipAfter the sea ship after the whistling windsAfter the white gray sails taut to their spars and ropesBelow a myriad myriad waves hastening lifting up their necksTending in ceaseless flow toward the track of the shipWaves of the ocean bubbling and gurgling blithely pryingWaves undulating waves liuid uneven emulous wavesToward that whirling current laughing and buoyant with curvesWhere the great vessel sailing and tacking displaced the surfaceLarger and smaller waves in the spread of the ocean yearnfully flowingThe wake of the sea ship after she passes flashing and frolicsome under the sunA motley procession with many a fleck of foam and many fragmentsFollowing the stately and rapid ship in the wake followingGuys did you know that winds whistle Or that ship sails are white gray Or that the ocean has both larger and smaller waves Are you kidding me And yes that's the whole poem by the way I didn't pull him off the stage with a cane right before he got to the good partAm I being too unfair Let's compare with another short nautically themed poem from a contemporary from the same transcendental school Here is Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's sonnet The Sound of the SeaThe sea awoke at midnight from its sleep And round the pebbly beaches far and wide I heard the first wave of the rising tide Rush onward with uninterrupted sweep;A voice out of the silence of the deep A sound mysteriously multiplied As of a cataract from the mountain's side Or roar of winds upon a wooded steepSo comes to us at times from the unknown And inaccessible solitudes of being The rushing of the sea tides of the soul;And inspirations that we deem our own Are some divine foreshadowing and foreseeing Of things beyond our reason or controlEven given the additional constraints of rhyming meter Wadsworth whom I'm honestly not that excited about in general manages to deliver a concise impactful message with an interesting scope and vocabulary Also The Sound of the Sea was not padded with flabby rephrasings of the same idea in an overlong collection The point is Whitman was mediocre at best even in his own time Less THIS THIS I know I'm being a bit vicious but from six hundred pages of poetry I gathered fewer insights than from a collection of half a dozen from a better poet I have already started reading a new poetry collection and I'm compelled to read and reread discovering new depths awestruck at the emotional viscera Reading Leaves of Grass was in comparison watching a slightly interesting shade of paint dryThe wide eyed transcendental awe that Whitman is famous for grates under the relentless single minded repetition Whitman's spirit may have been remarkable but his language is uninspired hobbled by a limited vocabulary and overburdened by his didactic approach to inspiration He tries too hard to educate and persuade and sounds like a salesmen hustling flora and fauna door to door The man's never met a thing he wasn't ready to romanticize toiling farmers shackled slaves dying soldiers they are noble savages one and all Less THIS THIS His relentless optimism at the splendor of America politically geographically socially every part of it is super duper splendid according to Walt displays a total unwillingness to look critically at the world he lives in which is a tremendous failure for a poet Page after page documents the unending beauty of the territories he'd never visited but there are only a handful of passing acknowledgements that Americans were actively slaughtering one another over the right to own other living humans Whitman is not being naive here but rather deliberately myopicAn extremely tedious classic that is really nothing than rambling sermons from an inept poet I can see someone being charmed by his incessant enthusiasm for life but for a pragmatist like myself I can't stomach the lack of emotional maturity The world has all kinds of grace and majesty and stars and perfection but it also has human beings killing other human beings for no clear reason A robust poet can make sense of this dilemma Whitman is no robust poet so he merely turns away from it Escrocs en herbe — Wikipdia Escrocs en herbe Leaves of Grass est un film amricain ralis par Tim Blake Nelson sorti le septembre aux tats Unis et le novembre directement en DVD et Disue Blu ray en FranceAdapt d'un pome du mme nom de Walt Whitman le film met en scne Edward Norton ainsi ue Susan Sarandon et galement en second rle le ralisateur lui mme LEAVES OF GRASS Charles AUBRY Jol DUCORROY Henri LEAVES OF GRASS vernissage Je paresse et invite mon me Je me penche et paresse mon aisetout la contemplation d'un brin d'herbe d't Walt Whitman Ce printemps baudoin lebon invite la jeune photographe belge Mathilde Nardone prsenter son travail en regard de celui de uelues pairs l'ayant prcde sur le thme de l'herbier Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman Goodreads In Leaves of Grass Walt Whitman sings nature and his symbiosis with America he sings the universe and his awareness of it all but above all he sings the people and their uest for individuality and immortality ‘The proof of a poet is that his country absorbs him as affectionately as he has absorbed it’ And here he includes himself with all his mysticism and spiritual illuminations Walt Whitman Leaves of Grass premire traduction Walt Whitman Leaves of Grass Traduction indite de Gilles Mourier La premire dition de Leaves of Grass est publie Brooklyn en sans nom d'auteur Elle se compose de treize parties dpourvues de titre individuel dont la premire est un long bloc de prose courant sur deux colonnes par page les douze autres tant disposes en versets la police plus are ue Leaves of Grass | Poetry in America Leaves of Grass In Walt Whitman declared “The United States themselves are essentially the greatest poem” Poetry In America celebrates the th anniversary of Walt Whitman’s birth with Supreme Court Justice Elena Kagan playwright Tony Kushner hip hop artist Nas composer Matthew Aucoin baritone Davne Tines poets Joshua Bennett Marilyn Chin Christina Davis Mark Doty Welcome — Leaves of Grass At Leaves of Grass our flower isn’t just a product it’s our pride and joy Cannabis culture is as important as the weed itself so we teamed up with PNW artist Jess Mcuarrie to create some of the most imaginative cannabis art you’ll see in a store Click the button below for the full list of current strain offerings View all Trinity This hard to find strain has been a favorite for Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman Free Ebook Free kindle book and epub digitized and proofread by Project Gutenberg Walt Whitman Whitman Walt Leaves Leaves of Grass The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves and of the shore and dark color’d sea rocks and of hay in the barn; The sound of the belch’d words of my voice words loos’d to the eddies of the wind; A few light kisses a few embraces a reaching around of arms; The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple boughs wag; The delight alone or in the rush of the Leaves of Grass Walt Whitman Illustration included in the edition of Leaves of Grass Hollyer’s “reengraving” of the frontispiece Czechoslovakian stamp of Whitman The “Good Gray Poet” commemorative stamp Acknowledgments We are deeply indebted to the many faculty staff and students at the University of Nebraska–Lincoln who assisted us in a variety of ways in the Leaves of Grass Wikipedia Leaves of Grass is a poetry collection by American poet Walt Whitman – each poem of which is loosely connected and represents the celebration of his philosophy of life and humanity Though first published in Whitman spent most of his professional life writing and rewriting Leaves of Grass revising it multiple times until his death This resulted in vastly different Whitman sings the song of America like no other poet I know the outsized joy and pain the affinity for common folk and the love of nature and the sheer overwhelming feeling of every sight and sound and industrious noise around him I hear America singing the varied carols I hear he wrote Because of this some are tempted to see Whitman as a poet of pure exuberance like a proto hippie or worse like a garrulous Hallmark card But Whitman doesn't shy away from pain at all he embraces it like he embraces everything else not in a way that cheapens or ignores it but in a way that feels it deeply too He did after all endure the civil war he served as a nurse in army hospitals we might shudder to think what those were like and wrote about the experience in his typically direct personal way Speaking of the personal for many years I always brought an old tattered copy of Whitman with me backpacking and whenever I had to endure a particularly awful commute I'd listen to Whitman to calm down to step outside myself and encounter something beautiful amid the soul crushing traffic Whitman has become like an old friend to me now one I'll no doubt keep coming back to no matter my station in life or what I'm going through Alright my rating here is very misleading I haven't read Leaves Of Grass I don't even intend to read Leaves Of Grass Not all the way through any way It seems sort of weird to just read a big fat collection of poetry all the way through The five star rating is for one poem Song of the Open RoadI've never really appreciated poetry I've liked song lyrics and that's poetry but it seemed like I needed a tune to go with it I've liked scripture which can be pretty poetic but it seemed I needed religious sentiment to go with it Over the last few years I've been trying to correct this character flaw and I've felt like I was improving but I didn't feel like I was there yetSo I finished Atlas Shrugged recently and it left me feeling afraid of commitment so I took Leaves Of Grass to work with me so I'd have something to read on my lunch hour without feeling obligated to finish and that might help me grow in my appreciation of poetry I looked in the table of contents and saw Song of the Open Road and thought that it might appeal to me as a runnerhiker guy and read it Appeal to me it did I found myself reading it over and over again and having a very positive emotional reaction It was visceral and inexplicable so I won't try to detail it for you but I thought as I was reading it This must be what appreciating poetry feels likeI wanted to memorize it and uote applicable sections at apropos moments to friends and family and all that other lame stuff that people who appreciate poetry doSo it gets five stars for providing me with something of a break through I think I'll go read it again It is becoming increasingly trendy to chalk up success to practice and hard work We have the famous 10000 hours from Malcolm Gladwell’s Outliers and a similar theme from Joshua Foer’s Moonwalking with Einstein just to name two examples But it seems to me that some people were just born to do what they did that no amount of practice could ever have produced something so fresh original new and revolutionary Take Montaigne He invented a new genre the essay pioneered a free and easy prose style and popularized a down to earth skeptical attitude There was no precedent to his proclamation that he would write about only himself To be sure he worked very hard on his essays—going over them again and again crossing out a line here adding one there But it wasn’t the practicing that made him special it was that his essays were the expression of an entirely original type of person who effortlessly broke every rule Walt Whitman is a similar case Though free verse had precedents in the Biblical psalms no poet had emancipated himself so completely from prosody rhythm and rhyme Though deism was trendy with the Transcendentalists Emerson’s and Thoreau’s perspectives were a far cry from Whitman’s mysticism Not to mention that his celebration of the bodily pleasures and sexuality scandalized nearly everybody Could 10000 hours of anything have produced that How do you practice to be original This is all besides the point I suppose This poem is gorgeous It’s so modern in its sensibilities I almost want to say that it could have been written in the 50s or 60s; but Whitman’s reverence for nature love and life was so pure and raw that no disillusioned Cold War drug fueled Beats or Hippies could have come close There is nothing trendy in his poetry—he was a member of no movement He was not writing in verse to 'rebel’ against anything but to celebrate everything he saw worth celebrating At his worst Whitman is repetitive continually rehashing ideas and imagery and producing some uninspiring lists But at his best Whitman is revelatory When the force of his original perspective is married to the force of his original style the product is as extraordinary as it is inimitable The words and ideas are woven around each other like a vine growing around a tree producing a poem that lives and breathes—so freshly harvested from his mind that even now it seems to still have dirt and roots clinging to it I’m happy to see that America has produced a poet capable of upholding the democratic principle without descending into ‘just one of us plain folksiness’ And I’m glad to see that America has produced an individualist that is not peevish and immature I’m saying “America produced but I’m not really sure what mysterious force results in people like Whitman and Montaigne But it sure as hell ain’t 10000 hours I am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of the SoulThe pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with meThe first I graft and increase upon myself the latter I translate into new tongueI am the poet of the woman the same as the manAnd I say it is as great to be a woman as to be a manAnd I say there is nothing greater than the mother of menThis is the first edition of Leaves of Grass published in 1855 which consists of 12 poems In his poems Whitman exalts nature and humans regardless of sex race class and profession For him a prostitute is worth as much as a nobleman The body is as worthy as the soul The woman is honored as the man I have perceiv’d that to be with those I like is enoughTo stop in company with the rest at evening is enoughTo be surrounded by beautiful curious breathing laughing flesh is enoughTo pass among them or touch any one or rest my arm ever so lightly round his or her neck for a moment what is this thenI do not ask any delight I swim in it as in a sea Too long ago to remember All I recall was the flow I've not read anything from this author since I was about 16 Nearly 40 years ago I loved it Sometimes things I loved then aren't what I love now So I don't re read I was softer then Now I might find my eyes rolling right out of my eye sockets I love Robert Service That's about as deep as I go now Still he has a few that I've read multiple times and every time I think of them and start uttering the words I have 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About the Author: Walt Whitman

Emerson whom Whitman revered said of Leaves of Grass that it held incomparable things incomparably said During the Civil War Whitman worked as an army nurse later writing Drum Taps 1865 and Memoranda During the War 1867 His health compromised by the experience he was given work at the Treasury Department in Washington DC After a stroke in 1873 which left him partially paralyzed Whitman lived his next 20 years with his brother writing mainly prose such as Democratic Vistas 1870 Leaves of Grass was published in nine editions with Whitman elaborating on it in each successive edition In 1881 the book had the compliment of being banned by the commonwealth of Massachusetts on charges of immorality A good friend of

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