Whitman

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Long Poem - History
... ancestry for several thousand years, Walt Whitman's Song of Myself is a good recent example of the lyric-epic fusion by which we now characterize the long poem ... Song of Myself was first published untitled in 1855 as part of Whitman's larger collection Leaves of Grass ... It underwent numerous revisions at Whitman's hand until just before his death in 1892 ...
Whitman, Nebraska
... Whitman is an unincorporated community in northeastern Grant County, Nebraska, United States ... Although Whitman is unincorporated, it has a post office, with the ZIP code of 69366 ...
Som Ranchan - Writing Career
... On Walt Whitman, he did his PhD from the University of Wisconsin ... never trod by anyone as the impact of Walt Whitman and his writings, somehow, still prevails in a latent form ... As Kirpal Singh describes it “the libidinous nature of touch in Whitman…equally pronounced in Ranchan” ...
S. J. Whitman
... Laverne Whitman (born August 17, 1926 in Hollis, Oklahoma) is a former American professional football player who played four seasons in the National ... Persondata Name Whitman, S ...
Ann C. Whitman
... Whitman (June 11, 1908- October 15, 1991) was a native of Perry, Ohio ... Whitman, an official of the United Fruit Company ... Whitman was recruited by Dwight D ...

Famous quotes containing the word whitman:

    The last sunbeam
    Lightly falls from the finished Sabbath,
    On the pavement here, and there beyond it is looking,
    Down a new-made double grave,
    —Walt Whitman (1819–1892)

    O you singers solitary, singing by yourself, projecting me,
    O solitary me listening, never more shall I cease perpetuating you
    Never more shall I escape, never more the reverberations,
    Never more the cries of unsatisfied love be absent from me,
    Never again leave me to be the peaceful child I was before what
    there in the night,
    By the sea under the yellow and sagging moon,
    The messenger there aroused, the fire, the sweet hell within,
    The unknown want, the destiny of me.
    —Walt Whitman (1819–1892)

    How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,
    Till rising and gliding out, I wander’d off by myself,
    In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
    Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.
    —Walt Whitman (1819–1892)