Walt Whitman
New York / United States
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As At Thy Portals Also Death

Rating: 3.2
AS at thy portals also death,
Entering thy sovereign, dim, illimitable grounds,
To memories of my mother, to the divine blending, maternity,
To her, buried and gone, yet buried not, gone not from me,
(I see again the calm benignant face fresh and beautiful still,
I sit by the form in the coffin,
I kiss and kiss convulsively again the sweet old lips, the cheeks,
the closed eyes in the coffin;)
To her, the ideal woman, practical, spiritual, of all of earth, life,
love, to me the best,
I grave a monumental line, before I go, amid these songs,
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Tony Triplett 02 December 2005
This makes me feel sorry for Walt cause of his mothers death, but yet its good becasue he's still remembering her, and was very descriptive about how beautiful she really was and it's a kind thing to say.
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Shelly P 02 December 2005
You would think that this poem would have a sad feeling to it because it is talking about death, but to me, it actually has a kind of peaceful feeling. He goes into detail about his mother and her lovely face and motherly actions. I feel that this is actually a very sweet poem about Whitman's mother.
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Ricardo Vargas 02 December 2005
I liked this poem because he talks about his mom being dead, but he still hasn’t forgotten her and he talks about his memories, and he writes this poem to honor her after her death.
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