histórias de Waltwhitman

The use of explicit language in this text has been the reason behind attempted bannings. "Leaves of Grass is a poetry collection by the American poet Walt Whitman. This book is notable for its delight in and praise of the senses during a time when such candid displays were considered immoral. " (via Wiki)

The title comes from Whitman's poem "O LIVING always-always dying! O the burials of me, past and present! O me, while I stride ahead, material, visible, imperious as ever! O me, what I was for years, now dead, (I lament not-I am content;) O to disengage myself from those corpses of me, which I turn and look at, where I cast them! 5 To pass on, (O living! always living!) and leave the corpses behind!" It's a test in writing simple and subtle. Let me know what you think.

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A compilation of lines taken from the renowned American poet, Walt Whitman.

This is a short poem I wrote imitating the poem structure similar to Walt Whitman. Using parallelism, free-verse components, and adding personal touches, I created a poem to express feelings shared throughout the country during the Vietnam war. I understand not everyone shared these views and I'm not stating this was a meaningless war. Men and women lost their lives. For what cost? I'm not sure. I highly respect the men and women who lost their lives for this country, but we must remember the victims of one if the most unorganized conflicts we have ever been involved with. The Vietnamese civilians and so on. The cover picture is not mine. Just found on the internet. I hope you enjoy.

Fabricated & Fantasizing Shorts about Literary Giants including: Walt Whitman, Emily Dickinson, Ernest Hemingway & many more!

Leaves of Grass is a poetry collection by the American poet Walt Whitman. Though the first edition was published in 1855, Whitman spent most of his professional life writing and re-writing Leaves of Grass, revising it multiple times until his death. -Wikipedia Originally published July 4, 1855

Some live life carefree and happy, and success finds them along the way. For others, their journey for success leaves them empty handed. For others, they can watch and imitate those around them that have achieved everything they can hope for, but still fail. For some, no matter how hard they work- the goals they strive for- nothing works, and they are left in the dust by their luckier counterparts, who just look back and laugh. This started as an English Honors assignment and became much more.

There's no depth in black and white So blue will have to do for now In the absence of all things yellow

My favorite poetry. The majority will cover themes that have to do with a sort of wondering or longing. Expect a lot of Walt Whitman and Shakespeare. Also a huge DPS fan so a lot of the poems from that will be in here.

Dead Poets × fem reader UNDER REVISEMENT❤️ "They were ready to give him the job until he mentioned his one caveat. Accommodations must be made so that his daughter could reside with him at the school if she wished to." Y/n is the daughter of Mr. Keating and the lady in the photograph. This is not a specific ship with any specific character. This story will have multiple endings with the boys. Please read the Description/Characters for more information.

It's a poem that I wrote in 24th January 2021. Please give credits if you share it!

❝ o captain! my captain! ❞ [ p o e t r y ]

Poem based in Walt Whitmans writing. Exposes my soul but I want to post it. COMPLETED

Short stories I have written over the past five years that I may never finish-ranging from a preacher who lied about the word of God to a little girl with monsters in her basement, these are all stories I wrote myself and may never continue. In the words of Mr. Keating from Dead Poets Society, a yawp is a loud cry or yell. Walt Whitman once said that "I sound my barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world." People yawp to call out in despair or victory or anger. It is your mark on the world. And maybe these stories will be mine.

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A bunch of poems I usually write during math class! Read and comment!