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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman (1819–1892) was an influential American poet, essayist, and journalist, renowned for his groundbreaking work in the collection "Leaves of Grass." Born on May 31, 1819, in West Hills, New York, Whitman grew up in a large working-class family and had limited formal education. He launched his career in journalism, working for various newspapers in New York City and eventually becoming the editor of the Brooklyn Eagle in 1846.

In 1855, Whitman self-published the first edition of "Leaves of Grass," a collection of poems that celebrated democracy, nature, love, and the human spirit. The work was notable for its free verse style and candid subject matter, which challenged traditional poetic forms and themes. Despite initial mixed reviews, Whitman's work gained acclaim for its originality and depth.

During the Civil War, Whitman served as a volunteer nurse in Union hospitals, an experience that profoundly influenced his writing. His later poetry continued to explore themes of individuality, the human body, and the soul's connection to the universe.

Walt Whitman spent his later years in Camden, New Jersey, where he continued to write and revise his works until his death on March 26, 1892. Today, he is celebrated as one of America's greatest and most innovative poets.

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"She Turned her Face to the Window" by Winslow Homer
Poetry

To A Stranger

Passing stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you,
You must be…
By Walt Whitman
Song of the Lark by Winslow Homer
Poetry

Be Not Curious About God

And I say to mankind, Be not curious about God,
For I who am curious…
By Walt Whitman
Jesus among the Doctors by Albrecht Dürer
Poetry

Shut Not Your Doors

Shut not your doors to me, proud libraries,
For that which was lacking on all…
By Walt Whitman
Mulberry Street New York City in the 1900s
Poetry

I Hear America Singing

I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,
Those of mechanics, each one singing…
By Walt Whitman
Breath of the Earth by Bang Hai Ja
Poetry

Has any one supposed it lucky to be born?

All goes onward and outward—nothing collapses;
And to die is different from what any one…
By Walt Whitman
Last Rites in Belfast - Trevor McBride
Poetry

Silently Watch the Dead

Aroused and angry,
I thought to beat the alarum, and urge relentless war;
But soon…
By Walt Whitman
Poetry

“O Christ! My fit is mastering me!”

O Christ! My fit is mastering me!
What the rebel said gaily adjusting his throat…
By Walt Whitman
Poetry

Little You Know

O you whom I often and silently come where you are that I may be…
By Walt Whitman
Poetry

A Transparent Summer Morning

I mind how once we lay, such a transparent summer morning;
How you settled your…
By Walt Whitman
Assassination of Lincoln by Howard Hill 1872
Poetry

O Captain!

O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack,…
By Walt Whitman
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