沃尔特 惠特曼简介

openly wrote about death and sexuality, including prostitution
Assessment
“You cannot really understand America without Walt Whitman, without Leaves of Grass... He has expressed that civilization, ‘up to date,’ as he would say, and no student of the philosophy of history can do without him.”
The literary critic, Harold Bloom wrote, as the introduction for the 150th anniversary of Leaves of Grass: If you are American, then Walt Whitman is your imaginative father and mother, even if, like myself, you have never composed a line of verse. You can nominate a fair number of literary works as candidates for the secular Scripture of the United States. They might include Melville's Moby-Dick, Twain's Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, and Emerson's two series of Essays and The Conduct of Life. None of those, not even Emerson's, are as central as the first edition of Leaves of Grass.
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done; From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won; Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells! But I, with mournful tread,


Walk the deck my captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
Features of his writing
breaks the boundaries of poetic form and is generally prose-like unusual images and symbols in his poetry
Democratic Vistas (1871)
work of comparative politics and letters
Grass leaves
Forty years, nine editions, four hundred poems emphasis on American culture, a distinctly American epic poem Not welcomed at first, under controversy for content about sex
Interesting facts
Walter or Walt only poem to appear in anthologies model for the character of Dracula.
O captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head; It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.

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My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
我歌唱我自己
我歌唱一个人自己我歌唱一个人自己，一个普通、单独的人， 然而唱出的歌词民主，歌词意味整体。
我歌唱生理，从头顶直到脚趾，
不单是相貌不单是头脑才值得缪斯关注， 我说那完整的形体更有高得多的价值， 我歌唱男性也平等地歌唱女性。 我歌唱热情洋溢、容易激动、力量无穷的生命 由于在神圣的法律下最自由的行动而兴高采烈， 我歌唱这现代人。
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring: But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
Walt Whitman
---The first real American poet
By Prince
About his life
Job---many Wife---not any Sexuality---funny In the war---nanny Death---big ceremony
One’s-Self I sing
O Captain! My Captain!
O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done; The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won;

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths—for you the shores acrowding; For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
About his works
Franklin Evans (1842)
his only novel, rag-to-riches story
Leaves of Grass (1855)
Drum-Taps (1865)
patriotism, war, hospital
Memoranda(备忘录)During the War