Thursday, January 13, 2011

Leaves of Grass, Walt Whitman

I can see why Walt Whitman is often cited as the father of American poetry. His poems devote an abnormal amount of patriotic support for the American way, which I think is uncommon among poets. But there's are also an astounding array of insights on philosophy, the soul, and the nature of things. I didn't think he was all that arrogant, he was just indulging in the Unity of All, a transcendent state of mind that makes it prone to appearing superior to the misunderstood. Also uncommon among writers is his ability to engage the reader into his poems (awkwardly he'll even "grope" you through the pages a few times). I highly admire his more mystical poems, some of which are favorites of mine that I've highlighted in the Table of Contents: 

 

Song Of Myself (A genuine classic. Really amazing. Everyone needs to read this.) 

One Hour to Madness & Joy 

Facing West from California's Shores 

Out Of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking 

Rise O Days from Your Fathomless Depths 

Bivouac On a Mountain Side 

Passage To India 

Thou Orb Aloft Full-Dazzling 

The Mystic Trumpeter 

Pensive On Her Dead Gazing 

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