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THIS is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou
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Walt Whitman
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Smoky Hoss (11/7/2011 12:46:00 PM)
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Good answer Juan; but, I must say some of your poems are indeed better than Whitmans.
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Juan Olivarez (4/11/2011 7:34:00 AM)
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This incessant bickering over great poets that deserve their place in immortality and the constant name calling is really childish. I believe all that critique should lay out their qualifications to do so.I don't mind people criticizing me or the other ph poets because we are rank amateurs. However when you elevate yourself to defame great poets(and I never really liked Walt Whitman.) It seems almost sacrilegious. And only the truly qualified should take a stab at it. So, since I have no such qualifications I will watch the rest with interest.
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Michael Pruchnicki (4/11/2010 11:24:00 AM)
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Perhaps MP does not possess what TGC considers to be 'the nurturing character trait that Whitman admired-' whatever in the world that may mean to one who can say with certitude he knows for certain what the poet had in mind when he wrote 'A Clear Midnight.' Please explain if you can in plain English what exactly the 'implications of media, in this epoch of time' means. Just one simple declarative sentence will suffice, if you please, Terence!
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No Name (4/11/2010 10:31:00 AM)
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You have to consider this was written in the 1800’s.
The mindset was a tad different back then.
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Terence George Craddock (4/11/2010 3:11:00 AM)
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Was this poem written while Whitman was teaching or upon memories of teaching? The books, art, lessons dispensed with and the exuberant ‘THIS is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless, ’ seems to be the joy of Whitman embracing silence and meditative contemplation; to emerge into his own voice, his own realization of the inner message, his love of ‘pondering the themes thou/ lovest best’ produces in him. ‘Night, sleep, and the stars’ are themes of universal appeal and undeniable passion for artists of all calibres.
Anyone who has read repeatedly Whitman’s Leaves Of Grass with joy and appreciation, would agree the white-bearded sage even in younger days, when he allowed students to address him by his first name; would engage with enthusiasm and insight into discussions upon the implications of media, in this epoch of time, as mentioned by Joe Poewhit. However the incessant intolerant stalking of MP, upon the sincere voice of other opinions, is not the nurturing character trait Whitman admired. Whitman gives us music of an enlightened soul, ‘the sunbeam was no illusion’, cast it not into shadow. We are all in different stages of our own journey, like Whitman I rejoice that budding voices may grow to sing, with greater voice than ours. It is a wondrous line of faith that 'the strongest and sweetest songs remain yet to be sung.'
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Ramesh T A (4/11/2010 2:33:00 AM)
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Midnight is the soul's time for Walt Whitman and other things are useless for him it seems!
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T S (4/13/2009 1:15:00 PM)
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Why do people comment on Poetry they do not understand or Like
I do not pretend to understand it...
It could be possibly... that Walt is pondering on his approaching death? ? ? ?
Even so I admire his wording.
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Michael Pruchnicki (4/11/2009 5:00:00 PM)
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Oh, white-bearded sage, what you write has gone forever into the mists of time and whatever the hell is a well-written word like media at this epoch of time has anything to do with the fences going up fast. Joe Poewhit has demonstrated his total ignorance, as usual!
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Angel kbs10 (4/11/2009 12:09:00 PM)
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This poem doesn't really make since. It's really not that great.
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JOSEPH POEWHIT (4/11/2009 9:55:00 AM)
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Note the high elevation of the spirit behind the words. Note: BOOKS - ART - the days clutter of that time. No, TV.-radio-movies-bombarding into our lives. Media was a well written word. How far down the ladder we have become at this epoch of time. Watch and be hypnotized by the show. Church was the center of life, America was the new land to till. [ SO THE FENCES ARE GOING UP FAST NOW ]
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