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I found Whitman in front of the Paul Robeson library because he’s a master of American letters who broke the literary/poetic mold.
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Whoever You Are Holding Me Now in Hand
by Walt Whitman
Whoever you are, holding me now in hand,
Without one thing, all will be useless,
I give you fair […]

I found Whitman in front of the Paul Robeson library because he’s a master of American letters who broke the literary/poetic mold. Video will be posted very shortly. In the meantime: Whoever You Are Holding Me Now in Hand by Walt Whitman Whoever you are, holding me now in hand, Without one thing, all will […]

A VOICE FROM DEATH. (The Johnstown, Penn., cataclysm, May 31, 1889.) A VOICE from Death, solemn and strange, in all his sweep and power, With sudden, indescribable blow—towns drown’d—humanity by thousands slain, The vaunted work of thrift, goods, dwellings, forge, street, iron bridge, Dash’d pell-mell by the blow—yet usher’d life continuing on, (Amid the rest, […]

A VOICE FROM DEATH.
(The Johnstown, Penn., cataclysm, May 31, 1889.)

A VOICE from Death, solemn and strange, in all his sweep and
power,

With sudden, indescribable blow—towns drown’d—humanity by
thousands slain,

The vaunted work of thrift, goods, dwellings, forge, street, iron
bridge,

Dash’d pell-mell by the blow—yet usher’d […]

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The poem in its entirety Come up from the fields, father, here’s a letter from our Pete, And come to the front door, mother, here’s a letter from thy dear son. Lo, ’tis autumn, Lo, where the trees, deeper green, yellower and redder, Cool and sweeten Ohio’s villages with leaves fluttering in the moderate wind, […]

Location : 406 Princess Elizabeth St. Poem: Whoever You Are Now Holding Me in Hand

I found Whitman at Riverby Books in downtown Fredericksburg in front of the “Modern Warfare” section