Come, I will make the continent indissoluble;
I will make the most splendid race the sun ever yet shone upon;
I will make divine magnetic lands,
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by the love of heart everyone can plant the merciful tree on the ground of human rules and regulation; the poem masterly crafted this poem
For you these, from me, O Democracy, to serve you, ma femme! 10 For you! for you, I am trilling these songs, In the love of comrades, In the high-towering love of comrades. great write great 10+++++++++++++++++++++++
will plant companionship thick as trees along all the rivers of America, and along the shores of the great lakes, and all over the prairies; I will make inseparable cities, with their arms about each other's necks; By the love of comrades, By the manly love of comrades.
Nice poem...By the love of comrades, By the manly love of comrades.
I like the first paragraph and then get lost. The later words with their evident dissonance help the poem along. I do not like this poem at all and would not care if I ever read it again, but you cant argue with the greats, and Walt Whitman deserves to be among them.
I like Carlos's statement WHITMAN'S ROMANTICISM INTOXICATED THIS POEM. That sums up both the content and the style. Although I list Whitman as probably my favorite American poet and re-read favorite poems every year, I have never read a biography, so I do not know the details of his life. Am I afraid that what I would read would alter my view of his poems? Perhaps. I don't know. What I do know is that in his most inspired moments Whitman's imaginative flight inspires my imagination to F-L-Y. Other poets seem to be earth-bound. Like Rilke, my absolute favorite poet, who goes deep within - the earth, the psyche, art and literature, the mysteries of life. I believe Whitman lived most of his life, perhaps all of it, in a condition of personal innocence. There is a purity about his voice and persona that I do not want compromised. And as my life winds down, as it inevitably must, Whitman will be there with his last poems, celebrating death itself as a final voyage of discovery. Who knows for sure - but that may the threshold into true flight - as always Whitman makes us feel wonder, hope, blessedness.
Interesting because of the vocabulary in the first paragraph but otherwise I find it unclear.
I do not know when this was penned; however, it does seem that it was most likely written after the Civil War. Hence, the use of the term 'comrade' does not have the same connotation as in the early 20th century. It is more a vision of promise than the rather sordid history which followed. However, we can still work to make it better and more truthful. After all, poets see the possible and paint the picture of possibilities.
.........beautiful lines well done....what a wonderful concept ~ COME, I will make the continent indissoluble; I will make the most splendid race the sun ever yet shone upon; ~
come, I will unify continents That the self same sun shines upon And all races merge into just that one Where all are comrades - as it was when life began.... I welcome all ye poets reading this to my page too.........
What on earth is Marina Paiae doing? She allows no comments - a sure sign of intellectual cowardice.
Powerful and wonderful write. Great thoughts to ponder about. To my Poem List.