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
Արդյունքներ 60–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
... not dead... or if he was I.
Now Lucifer was not dead... or if he was I am his sorrowful terrible heir; I have been wronged. ... I am oppressed. ... I hate him that oppresses me, I will either destroy him, or he shall release me. Damn him! how he does defile me, ...
Although the poem never names Lincoln, it establishes an intensely personal relation to the dead president, who remained Whitman's hero thereafter. Whitman had seen Lincoln several times; once, after glimpsing him in a crowded room, ...
... (there are millions of suns left,) You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look through the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the spectres in books, You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me ...
I wish I could translate the hints about the dead young men and women, And the hints about old men and mothers, and the offspring taken soon out of their laps. What do you think has become of the young and old men?