Walt Whitman

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

Portals



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  • Samuel Sirleaf (12/20/2013 3:16:00 PM)

    “The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown”- H.P. Lovecraft (Report) Reply

  • Natalie Lingenfelter (12/8/2005 10:55:00 AM)

    This is a short, but rather deep poem...I think I understand it, but I'm not certain I want to 'enter to the unknown'....muahaha... (Report) Reply

  • David Bray (12/8/2005 10:20:00 AM)

    the only things people fear are the unknown and death, but as whitman says life is greater than both of the two fears, so live on (Report) Reply

  • Cavanaugh Greenwood (12/2/2005 10:29:00 AM)

    I think this poem is talking about people dying and going into the world of the 'unknown' and those from life are ascending into death. it is like a 'portal' into that world! hints the name...lol (Report) Reply

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