Walt Whitman

(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892 / New York / United States)

Pensive And Faltering



PENSIVE and faltering,
The words, the dead, I write;
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  • Natalie Lingenfelter (12/8/2005 10:58:00 AM)

    I think Whitman is referring to himself as a ghost (apparition) , sitting back, being pensive and watching and writing....I don't know for sure... (Report) Reply

  • David Bray (12/8/2005 10:21:00 AM)

    I really dont understand the poem at all, if the living are the dead then why are the happy living, by inferance the happy are the dead (Report) Reply

  • Cavanaugh Greenwood (12/2/2005 10:28:00 AM)

    I honestly don't quite understand this poem. I think it has a very good rhythm to it.....it is talking about the dead, but what does everybody think of it? (Report) Reply

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