Kareem Tayyar: New York Elegy
I saw the ghost of Whitman bathing in Bethesda Square, The mounted beat cops directing traffic on a moonless Manhattan night, The St. Marks street queens stalking rainbows with a … Continue reading
Video: The New York Public Library’s Collection of Weird Objects
. A lock of Walt Whitman’s hair, Jack Kerouac’s boots, and Virginia Woolf’s cane are just a few of the items of literary paraphernalia available at the New York Public … Continue reading
Mary Oliver: Nature and the Poet
I could not be a poet without the natural world. Someone else could. But not me. For me the door to the woods is the door to the temple.
Walt Whitman: This is what you shall do
This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, … Continue reading
Walt Whitman: I Hear America Singing
I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear, Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong, The carpenter singing his as he measures … Continue reading
Walt Whitman: On Poetry and Democracy
At all times, perhaps, the central point in any nation, and that whence it is itself really sway’d the most, and whence it sways others, is its national literature, especially … Continue reading
Walt Whitman: Voices
Through me many long dumb voices, Voices of the interminable generations of prisoners and slaves, Voices of the diseas’d and despairing and of thieves and dwarfs, Voices of cycles of … Continue reading
Doug Anderson: Walt Whitman at the Huntington Malls along Walt Whitman Avenue
. I celebrate myself even amid this sheet-rocked temple of kitsch, even in the asphalt tributaries of traffic in which giant Bentleys bumble like Junebugs through the lesser Hondas of … Continue reading
