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Walt Whitman's (1819-1891) "Leaves of Grass" was controversial at the time as it talked about a range of themes including homo/heterosexuality |
This classic 19
th century American Poet is little
known to us on this side of the pond. Forever immortalised by Dead Poet’s
Society’s “O Captain! My Captain..” scene, Walt Whitman provides a refreshing
realism away from the pomp and extravagance adopted by his British Romantic counterparts at the
same time. Whitman was not afraid to address a variety of topics, some of which
often classed as too risqué for the conservative American audience. If you want
to get a full feel of his style, his epic “Song of Myself” provides a true zeitgeist
feel to 19
th century New York touching on love, equality and the
idea of the American Dream - and I highly
recommend it! Meanwhile here are some of his shorter works which stand out:
Beat! Beat!
Drums!
Beat! beat!
drums!—blow! bugles! blow!
Through the
windows—through doors—burst like a ruthless force,
Into the
solemn church, and scatter the congregation,
Into the
school where the scholar is studying,
Leave not
the bridegroom quiet—no happiness must he have now with his bride,
Nor the
peaceful farmer any peace, ploughing his field or gathering his grain,
So fierce
you whirr and pound you drums—so shrill you bugles blow.
Beat! beat!
drums!—blow! bugles! blow!
Over the
traffic of cities—over the rumble of wheels in the streets;
Are beds
prepared for sleepers at night in the houses? no sleepers must sleep in those
beds,
No
bargainers’ bargains by day—no brokers or speculators—would they continue?
Would the
talkers be talking? would the singer attempt to sing?
Would the
lawyer rise in the court to state his case before the judge?
Then rattle
quicker, heavier drums—you bugles wilder blow.
Beat! beat!
drums!—blow! bugles! blow!
Make no
parley—stop for no expostulation,
Mind not the
timid—mind not the weeper or prayer,
Mind not the
old man beseeching the young man,
Let not the
child’s voice be heard, nor the mother’s entreaties,
Make even
the trestles to shake the dead where they lie awaiting the hearses,
So strong
you thump O terrible drums—so loud you bugles blow
Walt Whitman
World Take Good Notice
World, take
good notice, silver stars fading,
Milky hue
ript, weft of white detaching,
Coals thirty-eight,
baleful and burning,
Scarlet,
significant, hands off warning,
Now and
henceforth flaunt from these shores.
Walt Whitman