Walt Whitman
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Walt Whitman
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The 1855 edition of Leaves of Grass, in order, little by little, over and over.
Apron, cape, gloves, strap .... wetweather clothes .... whip carefully chosen .... boss, spotter, starter, and hostler,
November 11, 2025 at 10:49 AM
Thumb extended or finger uplifted,
November 11, 2025 at 8:49 AM
Died aged forty-one years .. and that was his funeral.
November 11, 2025 at 6:49 AM
Had known what it was to be flush .. grew lowspirited toward the last .. sickened .. was helped by a contribution,
November 11, 2025 at 4:49 AM
Fond of women, .. played some .. eat hearty and drank hearty,
November 11, 2025 at 2:49 AM
Witty, sensitive to a slight, ready with life or death for a friend,
November 11, 2025 at 12:49 AM
Freemouthed, quicktempered, not badlooking, able to take his own part,
November 10, 2025 at 10:49 PM
He was a goodfellow,
November 10, 2025 at 8:49 PM
He is decently put away .... is there anything more?
November 10, 2025 at 6:49 PM
The earth is swiftly shovelled in .... a minute .. no one moves or speaks .... it is done,
November 10, 2025 at 4:49 PM
The coffin is lowered and settled .... the whip is laid on the coffin,
November 10, 2025 at 2:49 PM
Duly rattles the deathbell .... the gate is passed .... the grave is halted at .... the living alight .... the hearse uncloses,
November 10, 2025 at 12:49 PM
Rapid the trot to the cemetery,
November 10, 2025 at 10:49 AM
The funeral of an old stagedriver .... the cortege mostly drivers.
November 10, 2025 at 8:49 AM
A hearse and stages .... other vehicles give place,
November 10, 2025 at 6:49 AM
A gray discouraged sky overhead .... the short last daylight of December,
November 10, 2025 at 4:49 AM
Posh and ice in the river .... half-frozen mud in the streets,
November 10, 2025 at 2:49 AM
Cold dash of waves at the ferrywharf,
November 10, 2025 at 12:49 AM
He that was President was buried, and he that is now President shall surely be buried.
November 9, 2025 at 10:49 PM
Slowmoving and black lines creep over the whole earth .... they never cease ..... they are the burial lines,
November 9, 2025 at 8:49 PM
I see one building the house that serves him longer than that.
November 9, 2025 at 6:49 PM
I see one building the house that serves him a few years .... or seventy or eighty years at most;
November 9, 2025 at 4:49 PM
To think others shall be just as eager .. and we quite indifferent.
November 9, 2025 at 2:49 PM
To think how eager we are in building our houses,
November 9, 2025 at 12:49 PM
To think of all these wonders of city and country .. and others taking great interest in them .. and we taking small interest in them.
November 9, 2025 at 10:49 AM