Bless Librivox and the internet for providing all the wonderful works of these great literary masters.We are very lucky to live in a day and age where we can access 1000s of honorary classics as fast as a click. I do appreciate books and hope they don't become obsolete or even mocked as I can start to see happening with the rise of convenience that digital libraries provide. Nothing quite beats holding a book beside a warm fireplace on a quiet and stormy night.. right?
Leaves of Grass (1881-82) Inscriptions. 1:20 One's-Self I Sing. 2:18 As I Ponder'd In Silence. 4:07 In Cabin'd Ships At Sea. 7:02 To Foreign Lands. 7:27 To A Historian. 8:26 To Thee Old Cause. 10:22 Eidólons. 16:39 For Him I Sing. 17:11 When I Read The Book. 17:58 Beginning My Studies. 18:45 Beginners. 19:36 To The States. 20:10 On Journeys Through The States. 20:49 To A Certain Cantatrice. 22:24 Me Imperturbe. 23:40 Savantism. 24:28 The Ship Starting. 25:07 I Hear America Singing. 26:34 What Place Is Besieged? 27:06 Still Though The One I Sing. 27:32 Shut Not Your Doors. 28:17 Poets To Come. 29:24 To You. 29:39 Thou Reader.
Agreement. Walt really knew his country. Agreement. It completely embodies the American spirit. Love this poet, my favorite....The father of a free poem.
Thank you for the good works. I especially like your logo, La Liseuse brought back a lot of childhood memories and it's so fitting for our changing digital age! Thank you for the light!
When a poet speaks it's the soul speaking in tongues, so a poem should be heard first, the first instinctive responses being to sound, after that hear it again while a copy of the poem is followed with a close eye, after that do what you want with it. Yvonne Green (SmithDoorstop)
My appreciation of poetry is not as great as I wish, but I love much that I've read and just went wild when I heard T.S. Eliot's The Hollow Men. I do see it as entirely negative but a warning as a the Ghost of Christmas Future in Dickens A Christmas Carol. I especially love Walt Whitman because it is simple but profound and earthy and does not get lost in the thin air of loftier stratospheres and alienate the more common man. Some of his poems border a philosophy. One of my own favories is titled O Living Always, Always Dying. O living always, always dying! O the burials of me past and present, O me while I stride ahead, material, visible, imperious as ever O me, what I was for years, now dead, (I lament not, I am content.) O to disengage myself from those corpses of me, which I turn and look at where I cast them, To pass on, (O living! always living!) and leave the corpses behind. Such a beautiful poem that some read literally but I interpret as positive and hopeful, but sadly we cannot "leave the corpses behind" and drag round like (another allusion to Dickens) Jacob Marley and the chains that he has himself forged and must be burdened down by.hereafter and forever. But our "corpses" take many different shapes and even delude ourselves our need for them and live eternally in a cemetary of ourselves, as both mourner and tenant simultaneously. Or, as Whitman declares in another poem: Forward, forever forward.
thanks for sharing this video recently i read "Love Pain and Life" it's pretty cool, I totally enjoyed reading it especially life and pain part keep reading and keep sharing
If you want to look at any new aspiring poets, I have a book of poetry out on Amazon. The cover has a blue rose on it, just like my picture here and the title is simply 'Poems".
😒 I think I am tone deaf to poetry in English. I used to love the sound of poems in Spanish yet something got lost in translation. I, however, can perceive the call of the soul and the appreciation of the mother, Mother Earth.
I have a question for anyone who may care to answer it: Is every version of Leaves of Grass different? I have a copy of the original version and this is NOT what is in the book.
I can read it in Spanish, but this one is the original writing, so let's do it in English. I won't read Cervantes or García Márquez in English so to say.
To bad the words are moving ahead faster than the narrator. TOTALLY RUINED IT FOR ME. im sure others out there like to read along as its being spoken? I cant be the only one.
I kind of know what you mean. Poems that don't have rhythm or rhyme seem like words on a Scrabble board. Each word is heard, but collectively, they don't make ant sense whatsoever. For example: Time will as never could the ant went and so her hair fell close and though he walk quietly the echoes of silence sounded on and on forever. What the hell does that mean? Now, if it rhymes I can hear an order as in..."Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, suddenly there came a tap, tap, taping at my chamber door." I've been looking forward for 60 plus years to hear and understand what Walt Whitman was trying to say in these poems. I've been told by people I trust that they represent the essence of an America Master, but I hear nothing but... blah, blah stranger, time blah blah and after that when blah blah too my hammer fell. For gods sake, I'm seven four and still don't get it. But I'm still trying. Maybe I should sick with: Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard to fetch her poor dog a bone. But when she bent over old Fido took over and gave her a bone of her own. Or something like that. ???
Bless Librivox and the internet for providing all the wonderful works of these great literary masters.We are very lucky to live in a day and age where we can access 1000s of honorary classics as fast as a click. I do appreciate books and hope they don't become obsolete or even mocked as I can start to see happening with the rise of convenience that digital libraries provide. Nothing quite beats holding a book beside a warm fireplace on a quiet and stormy night.. right?
Very well and poetic way to describe your feelings.
I agree. We are lucky to still have these poems and prose right on the internet,and within our reach. Poetry can truly move the soul.
True. Agreement.
I agree
Leaves of Grass (1881-82)
Inscriptions.
1:20 One's-Self I Sing.
2:18 As I Ponder'd In Silence.
4:07 In Cabin'd Ships At Sea.
7:02 To Foreign Lands.
7:27 To A Historian.
8:26 To Thee Old Cause.
10:22 Eidólons.
16:39 For Him I Sing.
17:11 When I Read The Book.
17:58 Beginning My Studies.
18:45 Beginners.
19:36 To The States.
20:10 On Journeys Through The States.
20:49 To A Certain Cantatrice.
22:24 Me Imperturbe.
23:40 Savantism.
24:28 The Ship Starting.
25:07 I Hear America Singing.
26:34 What Place Is Besieged?
27:06 Still Though The One I Sing.
27:32 Shut Not Your Doors.
28:17 Poets To Come.
29:24 To You.
29:39 Thou Reader.
Thank you 😊
Appreciated cheers
"Resist much, obey little"
My favorite line out of the entire book. Completely embodies the American spirit. Walt really knew his country.
He did.
Agreement. Walt really knew his country.
Agreement. It completely embodies the American spirit. Love this poet, my favorite....The father of a free poem.
Bravo Vince
This is quite brilliant..these words are not just word..they are our collective sadness,frustration and joy embodied in verses..
A really excellent reading : clear and intelligent, delivered with gusto. Bravo!
Thank you for the good works. I especially like your logo, La Liseuse brought back a lot of childhood memories and it's so fitting for our changing digital age! Thank you for the light!
I've hardly gone and hardly wish to go any further...this man was deep.
When a poet speaks it's the soul speaking in tongues, so a poem should be heard first, the first instinctive responses being to sound, after that hear it again while a copy of the poem is followed with a close eye, after that do what you want with it. Yvonne Green (SmithDoorstop)
Formidable! Thanks! Cheers to everybody!
A very good, clear reading of a hard-to-read-aloud work.
Thank you.
SO THANKFUL TO LISTEN TO THESE POEMS MADE POSSIBLE
Thank you for sharing this gem ...
My appreciation of poetry is not as great as I wish, but I love much that I've read and just went wild when I heard T.S. Eliot's The Hollow Men. I do see it as entirely negative but a warning as a the Ghost of Christmas Future in Dickens A Christmas Carol. I especially love Walt Whitman because it is simple but profound and earthy and does not get lost in the thin air of loftier stratospheres and alienate the more common man. Some of his poems border a philosophy. One of my own favories is titled O Living Always, Always Dying.
O living always, always dying!
O the burials of me past and present,
O me while I stride ahead, material, visible, imperious as ever
O me, what I was for years, now dead,
(I lament not, I am content.)
O to disengage myself from those corpses
of me, which I turn and look at where
I cast them,
To pass on, (O living! always living!) and
leave the corpses behind.
Such a beautiful poem that some read literally but I interpret as positive and hopeful, but sadly we cannot "leave the corpses behind" and drag round like (another allusion to Dickens) Jacob Marley and the chains that he has himself forged and must be burdened down by.hereafter and forever. But our "corpses" take many different shapes and even delude ourselves our need for them and live eternally in a cemetary of ourselves, as both mourner and tenant simultaneously.
Or, as Whitman declares in another poem:
Forward, forever forward.
thanks for sharing this video recently i read "Love Pain and Life" it's pretty cool, I totally enjoyed reading it especially life and pain part keep reading and keep sharing
kim lolla hi Kim. Where are you from?
Thank You.
If you want to look at any new aspiring poets, I have a book of poetry out on Amazon. The cover has a blue rose on it, just like my picture here and the title is simply 'Poems".
control is lost in just truth beyond lies to those you feed. The briny world is lost...
i like so much
A genius and a mad man.
Lots of things but surely not mad.
favourite poet, hands down
This is golden
such a gem . . .
😒 I think I am tone deaf to poetry in English. I used to love the sound of poems in Spanish yet something got lost in translation. I, however, can perceive the call of the soul and the appreciation of the mother, Mother Earth.
Fear not beings wise is right paths and no form made to form it all
Amazing
Play at 2x speed for the hottest track of 1855. It's lit
Bro why does it kinda sound like the fitness pacer test voice 💀😭💀😭
I have a question for anyone who may care to answer it: Is every version of Leaves of Grass different? I have a copy of the original version and this is NOT what is in the book.
Each version is different, as Whitman edited each edition before publishing it. It evolved greatly over the years that he was alive.
Thank you!
@@l3m0n4ndL1m3 Agreement. My favorite poet...
很棒
2:11 personal bookmark
I can read it in Spanish, but this one is the original writing, so let's do it in English. I won't read Cervantes or García Márquez in English so to say.
Leaves of grass? More like leaves of ASS!
Nah but seriously, Walt Whitman was the man.
7:49
8:25 To Thee Old Cause
Bravi Tutti.
1:20 One's-Self I Sing
not bad, not bad at all.
The only poetry book i ever read..
Read more, too, and see the diverse world of Poetry! 😁
"In Cabin'd Ships at Sea" sounds hella naughty and homoerotic.
10.22
Eidolons
❤
sound familiar anyone?
The notebook
To bad the words are moving ahead faster than the narrator. TOTALLY RUINED IT FOR ME. im sure others out there like to read along as its being spoken? I cant be the only one.
Please translate into hindi sir
I don't know poetry just sounds like nonsensical doggerel to me.
I kind of know what you mean. Poems that don't have rhythm or rhyme seem like words on a Scrabble board. Each word is heard, but collectively, they don't make ant sense whatsoever. For example: Time will as never could the ant went and so her hair fell close and though he walk quietly the echoes of silence sounded on and on forever. What the hell does that mean? Now, if it rhymes I can hear an order as in..."Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, suddenly there came a tap, tap, taping at my chamber door." I've been looking forward for 60 plus years to hear and understand what Walt Whitman was trying to say in these poems. I've been told by people I trust that they represent the essence of an America Master, but I hear nothing but... blah, blah stranger, time blah blah and after that when blah blah too my hammer fell. For gods sake, I'm seven four and still don't get it. But I'm still trying. Maybe I should sick with: Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard to fetch her poor dog a bone. But when she bent over old Fido took over and gave her a bone of her own. Or something like that. ???
Dum
Yes, you are. It's probably not fixable either.
Not a good reading of poetry. Too affective.
Amazing