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Tag Archives: Walt Whitman
“surprising compound”
A most surprising compound of plain grandeur, sentimental affection, and downright nonsense. — Robert Louis Stevenson on Walt Whitman
Shaming Us
I like to think that eventually he will shame us into becoming Americans again. — Guy Davenport on Walt Whitman
Multitudes
Do I contradict myself? Very well then. I contradict myself, (I am large. I contain multitudes.) — Walt Whitman, “Song of Myself”
Hush’d be the camps today
Hush’d Be the Camps Today May 4, 1865 by Walt Whitman Hush’d be the camps today, And soldiers let us drape our war-worn weapons, And each with musing soul retire to celebrate, Our dear commander’s death. No more for him … Continue reading