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Work title : Our Old Feuillage

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The Poetry of the Future

  • Date: 19 January 1882
  • Creator(s): Anonymous
Text:

my Captain!

O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies Fallen cold and dead. O Captain!

my Captain!

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse

But I with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, The most prejudiced will not deny that that

Leaves of Grass. Boston: Thayer & Eldridge.

  • Date: 15 July 1860
  • Creator(s): Anonymous
Text:

thereof—and no less in myself than the whole of the Mannahatta in itself, Singing the song of These, my

ever united lands—my body no more inevitably united, part to part, and made one identity, any more than

my lands are inevitably united, and made one identity, Nativities, climates, the grass of the great

Walt Whitman's Claim to Be Considered a Great Poet

  • Date: 26 November 1881
  • Creator(s): Anonymous
Text:

I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.

My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from this soil, this air.

My special word to thee. Hear me illustrious!

woodedge, thy touching-distant beams enough, or man matured, or young or old, as now to thee I launch my

lengthening shadows, prepare my starry nights.

The Poetry of the Period

  • Date: October 1869
  • Creator(s): Austin, Alfred
Text:

"In the year 80 of the States, My tongue, every atom of my blood, formed from this soil, this air, Born

"Take my leaves, America! take them South, and take them North! Surround them, East and West!

"O my comrade! O you and me at last, and us two only! O to level occupations and the sexes!

If he worships any particular thing, he says it shall be "some of the spread of my own body."

One long passage commences thus: "O my body!

Walt Whitman's Poems

  • Date: 17 April 1868
  • Creator(s): Kent, William Charles Mark
Text:

single line or verse picked out here and there from the midst of his descriptions:— "Evening—me in my

room—the setting sun, The setting summer sun shining in my open windows window , showing the swarm of

take one breath from my tremulous lips; Take one tear, dropped aside as I go, for thought of you, Dead

I meant that you should discover me so, by my faint indirections; And I, when I meet you, mean to discover

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