Camden – I met a seer…

Camden House & Grave

taraw — Fri, 27 Nov 2009 00:21:49 +0000

The Whitman House:

Dr. Hof's class @ the Whitman House

Whitman's stagecoach step, outside the house

The back of Whitman's Camden house

the back of Whitman's house

Final Resting Place (on a beautiful fall day!):

Whitman's grave: Camden, NJ - Harleigh Cemetary

Whitman's grave marker

I depart as air, I shake my white locks

At the runaway sun,

I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it

In lacy jags.

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow

from the grass I love.

If you want me again look for me under

your boot soles.

Whitman's view... the runaway sun

The United States to Old World Critics – Annotation

taraw — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 21:40:57 +0000

True Conquerors – Annotation

taraw — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 19:16:33 +0000

Life- Annotation

taraw — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 12:54:10 +0000

Whitman is following me…

taraw — Wed, 16 Sep 2009 17:27:39 +0000

As I was reading Chapter 15 of Reynold’s Walt Whitman’s America, I realized that he’s following me… or maybe I’m following him (rather unconsciously I’ll admit).

During his Camden years, Whitman befriended the Stafford family, who owned a farm outside of Camden. This family still has living members today, all of whom live in or around Voorhees – where the still-standing Staffordshire Farm now stands as preserved space.

I grew up in Voorhees, relatively close to this farm. My best friend grew up with the farm as her backyard.

Whitman also spent time at Timber Creek, a creek for which the high school I work at is named.

Finally, I (obviously) found my way to Camden for Graduate School.

Awesome craziness.