Walt Whitman
Walter "Walt" Whitman (May 31, 1819 – March 26, 1892) was an American poet, essayist and journalist. A humanist, he was a part of the transition between transcendentalism and realism, incorporating both views in his works. Whitman is among the most influential poets in the American canon, often called the father of free verse. His work was very controversial in its time, particularly his poetry collection Leaves of Grass, which was described as obscene for its overt sexuality.
Born on Long Island, Whitman worked as a journalist, a teacher, a government clerk, and—in addition to publishing his poetry—was a volunteer nurse during the American Civil War. Early in his career, he also produced a temperance novel, Franklin Evans (1842). Whitman's major work, Leaves of Grass, was first published in 1855 with his own money. The work was an attempt at reaching out to the common person with an American epic. He continued expanding and revising it until his death in 1892. After a stroke towards the end of his life, he moved to Camden, New Jersey, where his health further declined. He died at age 72 and his funeral became a public spectacle.
Whitman's sexuality is often discussed alongside his poetry. Though biographers continue to debate his sexuality, he is usually described as either homosexual or bisexual in his feelings and attractions. However, there is disagreement among biographers as to whether Whitman had actual sexual experiences with men. Whitman was concerned with politics throughout his life. He supported the Wilmot Proviso and opposed the extension of slavery generally. His poetry presented an egalitarian view of the races, and at one point he called for the abolition of slavery, but later he saw the abolitionist movement as a threat to democracy.
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“I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning,
How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turnd over
upon me,
And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart,
And reachd till you felt my beard, and reachd till you held my
feet.”
—Walt Whitman (18191892)
“Something startles me where I thought I was safest,
I withdraw from the still woods I loved,”
—Walt Whitman (18191892)
“In some unused lagoon, some nameless bay,
On sluggish, lonesome waters, anchord near the shore,
An old, dismasted, gray and batterd ship, disabled, done,
After free voyages to all the seas of earth, hauld up at last and
hawserd tight,
Lies rusting, mouldering.”
—Walt Whitman (18191892)
“I heard what was said of the universe,
Heard it and heard it of several thousand years;
It is middling well as far as it goesbut is that all?”
—Walt Whitman (18191882)
“Out of the cradle endlessly rocking,
Out of the mocking-birds throat, the musical shuttle,
Out of the Ninth-month midnight,
Over the sterile sands and the fields beyond, where the child
leaving his bed wandered alone, bareheaded, barefoot”
—Walt Whitman (18191892)