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WALT WHITMAN
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WALT WHITMAN
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2012
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2-3...................................Style Examples
4-5...............................A Clear Midnight
6-7...........................Come Said My Soul
8-9...........................................A Glimpse
10-11..............A Noiseless Patient Spider
12-13..............The Learned Astronomer
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JENNIFER CARTAGENA
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This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the
lesson done,
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the
themes thou lovest best,
Night, sleep, death and the stars.
—A Clear Midnight by Walt Whitman
emerging,
silent,
gazing,
pondering
When I heard the learn'd astronomer, When the proofs, the figures,
were ranged in columns before me, When I was shown the charts, the
diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them, When I sitting heard the
learned astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the
lecture room, How soon unaccountable I became
tired and sick, Till rising and gliding out I wander'd
the
off by myself, In the mystical moist night-air, and
mystical
from time to time, Look'd up
in perfect silence at the stars.
—The Learned Astronomer by Walt Whitman
moist
night-air
Come, said my soul,
Such verses for my body let
That should I after death inv
Or, long, long hence, in other
There to some group of mate
(tallying earth's soil, trees, win
Ever with pleas'd smile I may
Ever and ever yet the verses o
Signing for soul and body, set
us write, (for we are one),
isibly return,
spheres,
s the chants resuming,
ds, tumultuous waves,)
keep on,
wning--as, first, I here and now,
to them my name
—Come, Said My Soul by Walt Whitman
Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room, around the stove,
late of a winter night--And I unremark'd seated in a corner;
A Glimpse, through an interstice caught,
happy in
being
together
Of a youth who loves me, and whom I love, silently approaching, and
seating himself near, that he may hold me by the hand;
A long while, amid the noises of coming and going--of drinking and
oath and smutty jest,
There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking little,
perhaps not a word.
—A Glimpse by Walt Whitman
A noiseless patient spider,
I mark'd where on a little promontory it stood isolated,
Mark'd how to explore the vacant, vast surrounding,
It launched forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself.
Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.
surrounded,
detached,
in measureless
oceans of space
And you O my soul where you stand,
Surrounded, detatched, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them.
Till the bridge you will need be form'd, till the ductile anchor hold,
Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul.
—A Noiseless Patient Spider by Walt Whitman
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