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Leaves of Grass: The "Death-Bed" Edition (Modern Library) Hardcover – October 12, 1993
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- Print length736 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherModern Library
- Publication dateOctober 12, 1993
- Reading age18 years and up
- Dimensions5.1 x 1.86 x 7.6 inches
- ISBN-100679600760
- ISBN-13978-0679600763
- Lexile measureNP0L
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One's-self I sing, a simple separate person,
Yet utter the word Democratic, the word En-Masse.
Of physiology from top to toe I sing,
Not physiognomy alone nor brain alone is worthy for the Muse, I say the Form complete is worthier far,
The Female equally with the Male I sing.
Of Life immense in passion, pulse, and power,
Cheerful, for freest action form'd under the laws divine,
The Modern Man I sing.
AS I PONDER'D IN SILENCE.
As I ponder' in silence,
Returning upon my poems, considering, lingering long,
A Phantom arose before me with distrustful aspect,
Terrible in beauty, age, and power,
The genius of poets of old lands,
As to me directing like flame its eyes,
With finger pointing to many immortal songs,
And menacing voice, What singest thou? it said,
Know'st thou not there is but one theme for ever-enduring bards?
And that is the theme of War, the fortune of battles,
The making of perfect soldiers.
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&rsquod 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.
IN CABIN'D SHIPS AT SEA.
In cabin'd ships at sea,
The boundless blue on every side expanding,
With whistling winds and music of the waves, the large imperious waves,
Or some lone bark buoy'd on the dense marine,
Where joyous full of faith, spreading white sails,
She cleaves the ether mid the sparkle and the foam of day, or under many a star at night,
By sailors young and old haply will I, a reminiscence of the land, be read,
In full rapport at last.
Here are our thoughts, voyagers' thoughts,
Here not the land, firm land, alone appears, may then by them be said,
The sky o'arches here, we feel the undulating deck beneath our feet,
We feel the long pulsation, ebb and flow of endless motion,
The tones of unseen mystery, the vague and vast suggestions of the briny world, the liquid-flowing syllables,
The perfume, the faint creaking of the cordage, the melancholy rhythm,
The boundless vista and the horizon far and dim are all here,
And this is ocean's poem.
Then falter not O book, fulfil your destiny,
You not a reminiscence of the land alone,
You too as a lone bark cleaving the ether, purpos'd I know not whither, yet ever full of faith,
Consort to every ship that sails, sail you!
Bear forth to them folded my love, (dear mariners, for you I fold it here in every leaf;)
Speed on my book! spread your white sails my little bark athwart the imperious waves,
Chant on, sail on, bear o'er the boundless blue from me to every sea,
This song for mariners and all their ships.
Product details
- Publisher : Modern Library; New edition (October 12, 1993)
- Language : English
- Hardcover : 736 pages
- ISBN-10 : 0679600760
- ISBN-13 : 978-0679600763
- Reading age : 18 years and up
- Lexile measure : NP0L
- Item Weight : 1.57 pounds
- Dimensions : 5.1 x 1.86 x 7.6 inches
- Best Sellers Rank: #111,915 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
- #59 in Poetry Literary Criticism (Books)
- #203 in Literary Criticism & Theory
- #3,655 in Classic Literature & Fiction
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About the author
Walt Whitman was born on May 31, 1819, near Huntington, Long Island, New York. On July 4, 1855, the first edition of Leaves of Grass, the volume of poems that for the next four decades would become his lifes work, was placed on sale. Although some critics treated the volume as a joke and others were outraged by its unprecedented mixture of mysticism and earthiness, the book attracted the attention of some of the finest literary intelligences. His poetry slowly achieved a wide readership in America and in England, where he was praised by Swinburne and Tennyson. (D. H. Lawrence later referred to Whitman as the"greatest modern poet, and"the greatest of Americans. Whitman suffered a stroke in 1873 and was forced to retire to Camden, New Jersey, where he would spend the last twenty years of his life. There he continued to write poetry, and in 1881 the seventh edition of Leaves of Grass was published to generally favorable reviews. However, the book was soon banned in Boston on the grounds that it was obscene literature. In January 1892 the final edition of Leaves of Grass appeared on sale, and Whitman's life work was complete. He died two months later on the evening of March 26, 1892, and was buried four days afterward at Harleigh Cemetery in Camden.
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Crossing Brooklyn Ferry and Sing a Song of Yourself
I am so happy to have found this splendid edition. The type is legible and the arrangement of the poems is useful.
Other than his clearly argumentative sexual topics of the past, he also was enamored with nature, living, and religion and he often used these subjects as equals as well. Which, again, didn't sit well with critics who were used to more tame authors. Whitman would insist that God, gods, and humans were of the same ilk and could be represented thusly through his works. He didn't shy away subjects that are considered controversial today, let alone in the 1800s, and he did not receive any awards or praise while he was living. Towards the end of his life, having lived to his 70s, he very often used his poetry and his words to comment on how unaccepted his works were even though he thought they were great. His hauntiness, actually, is my only turn off for Whitman. Although I commend him for his confidence, it got in the way of his message of equality of all and insisting that everyone was fantastic including, but not limited to, himself.
Even so, Whitman was well ahead of his time, and made more waves in the English critical base than in the American who wanted to just staunchly ignore any and all publicity he might receive. It made him timeless, something I'm sure he'd be delighted to know.