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sarahlawless  Monday, 2nd of November 2009 at 01:20:01 PM So many things struck me about the 1855 to 1891-92 Song of Myself that it is hard to know where to start. I guess at the beginning is always good. Whitman makes a point of saying in the 1891-92 version that he is “now thirty-seven years old in perfect health”. Really, Whitman? If “deathbed edition” […] […]
Erin Longbottom  Monday, 2nd of November 2009 at 12:55:26 AM In reading the deathbed version of Song of Myself, I don’t know how much the speaker had changed in actuality from the 1855 speaker, and how much change I was simply adding in from my knowledge of Whitman, and the relationship I now have with him and his work. In reading the 1855 version, I […] […]
jpike1  Sunday, 1st of November 2009 at 11:09:49 PM After viewing Whitman’s war journals and letters at the Library of Congress, I was taken aback at the extensive editing Whitman did. I even started to classify Whitman as a perfectionist. So, when looking at the 1891-92 Song of Myself compared to his first 1855 edition, I once again saw this perfectionist attitude shining through. […] […]
brady  Friday, 4th of September 2009 at 02:07:41 PM The first page of the poem, from all the major US editions of Leaves of Grass.\"Song\" slideshow […]
garyrichards  Tuesday, 1st of September 2009 at 03:03:38 PM This borders on the obvious, but it nevertheless struck me forcefully coming straight from today’s humor classes (ENGL 375XX: American Humor) and returning to the last half of the 1855 “Song of Myself” to finish for tonight: there is not a shred of humor in Whitman here. Both in the poem and in the preface, […] […]
Reverend  Sunday, 30th of August 2009 at 03:20:35 AM Walt Whitman Jim Groom, a kosmos, of Manhattan the son, Turbulent, fleshy, sensual, eating, drinking, and breeding, No sentimentalist, no stander above men and women or apart from them, No more modest than immodest. Unscrew the locks from the doors! Unscrew the doors themselves from their … Continue reading → […]
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