The Portable Walt Whitman
Penguin, 30 դեկ, 2003 թ. - 608 էջ
A comprehensive collection of Whitman's most beloved works of poetry, prose, and short stories
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Poets, Emerson told the crowd that day, had not yet faced the emergent conditions of American life. They were too busy being poetic. “It is not metres, but a metre-making argument, that makes a poem,” he declared.
... The meeting of enemies, the sudden oath, the blows and fall, The excited crowd, the policeman with his star quickly working his passage to the centre of the crowd, The impassive stones that receive and return so many echoes, ...
... The western turkey-shooting draws old and young, some lean on their rifles, some sit on logs, Out from the crowd steps the marksman, takes his position, levels his piece; The groups of newly-come immigrants cover the wharf or levee,
... the minute-hand of the clock moves slowly, The opium-eater reclines with rigid head and just-open'd lips, The prostitute draggles her shawl, her bonnet bobs on her tipsy and pimpled neck, The crowd laugh at her blackguard oaths, ...
My final merit I refuse you, I refuse putting from me what I really am, Encompass worlds, but never try to encompass me, I crowd your sleekest and best by simply looking toward you. Writing and talk do not prove me, I carry the plenum ...