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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman. Maxine Hernandez P2. Early Life. born on May 31, 1819, in West Hills, Town of Huntington, Long Island Considered to be one of America’s most influential poets his parents had a big influence on his love for America that developed as he got older

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Walt Whitman

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  1. Walt Whitman Maxine Hernandez P2

  2. Early Life born on May 31, 1819, in West Hills, Town of Huntington, Long Island Considered to be one of America’s most influential poets his parents had a big influence on his love for America that developed as he got older they named three of their sons after American presidents Whitman’s first job was in the printing business at age 11 his poem "Beat! Beat! Drums!" as a patriotic rally call for the North Leaves of Grass, was first published in 1855 with his own money On March 26, 1892 Walt Whitman passed away in Camden

  3. Poetic Style and Themes Walt Whitman’s poetry is typically “democratic in both its subject matter and its language” (sparknotes). In many of his poems, Whitman writes about America and patriotism

  4. Pioneers! O Pioneers! Come my tan-faced children,Follow well in order, get your weapons ready,Have you your pistols? have you your sharp-edged axes?Pioneers! O pioneers! For we cannot tarry here,We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger,We the youthful sinewy races, all the rest on us depend,Pioneers! O pioneers! O you youths, Western youths,So impatient, full of action, full of manly pride and friendship,Plain I see you Western youths, see you tramping with the foremost,Pioneers! O pioneers! Have the elder races halted?Do they droop and end their lesson, wearied over there beyond the seas?We take up the task eternal, and the burden and the lesson,Pioneers! O pioneers! All the past we leave behind,We debouch upon a newer mightier world, varied world,Fresh and strong the world we seize, world of labor and the march,Pioneers! O pioneers! We detachments steady throwing,Down the edges, through the passes, up the mountains steep,Conquering, holding, daring, venturing as we go the unknown ways,Pioneers! O pioneers! We primeval forests felling, All the hands of comrades clasping, all the Southern, all the Northern,Pioneers! O pioneers! O resistless restless race!O beloved race in all! O my breast aches with tender love for all!O I mourn and yet exult, I am rapt with love for all,Pioneers! O pioneers! Raise the mighty mother mistress,Waving high the delicate mistress, over all the starry mistress,(bend your heads all,)Raise the fang'd and warlike mistress, stern, impassive, weapon'd mistress,Pioneers! O pioneers! See my children, resolute children,By those swarms upon our rear we must never yield or falter,Ages back in ghostly millions frowning there behind us urging,Pioneers! O pioneers! On and on the compact ranks,With accessions ever waiting, with the places of the dead quickly fill'd,Through the battle, through defeat, moving yet and never stopping,Pioneers! O pioneers! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HG8tqEUTlvs

  5. O Captain! My Captain! O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done; The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won; The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring: But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills; 10 For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths--for you the shores a-crowding; For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head; It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will; The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done; From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won; 20 Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells! But I, with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y7L6RhqpJtg

  6. Song of Myself (part 1&2) 1 I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass. My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this air, Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same, I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin, Hoping to cease not till death. Creeds and schools in abeyance, Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten, I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard, Nature without check with original energy. 2 Houses and rooms are full of perfumes, the shelves are crowded with perfumes, I breathe the fragrance myself and know it and like it, The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it. The atmosphere is not a perfume, it has no taste of the distillation, it is odorless, It is for my mouth forever, I am in love with it, I will go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised and naked, I am mad for it to be in contact with me. The smoke of my own breath, Echoes, ripples, buzz’d whispers, love-root, silk-thread, crotch and vine, My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the passing of blood and air through my lungs, The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore and dark-color’d sea-rocks, and of hay in the barn, The sound of the belch’d words of my voice loos’d to the eddies of the wind, A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around of arms, The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple boughs wag, The delight alone or in the rush of the streets, or along the fields and hill-sides, The feeling of health, the full-noon trill, the song of me rising from bed and meeting the sun. Have you reckon’d a thousand acres much? have you reckon’d the earth much? Have you practis’d so long to learn to read? Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems? Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems, You shall possess the good of the earth and sun, (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, You shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z411haBblek http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X_Cs8Dy3XmM

  7. Sources "Whitman’s Poetry." SparkNotes. SparkNotes, n.d. Web. 14 May 2013. www.youtube.com http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Walt_Whitman

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