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Leaves Of Grass. A Carol Of Harvest For 1867

Rating: 3.2

A SONG of the good green grass!
A song no more of the city streets;
A song of farms--a song of the soil of fields.

A song with the smell of sun-dried hay, where the nimble pitchers
handle the pitch-fork;
A song tasting of new wheat, and of fresh-husk'd maize.

For the lands, and for these passionate days, and for myself,
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Patricia Grantham 18 April 2015
Many great details of the universe in this write. Whitmans love for nature is evident in this write. Enthralling.
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John Richter 18 February 2015
Whitman has such a wonderful feel and melody - words so well written and composed. But this is perhaps a bit too long for me - the daily reader - perhaps more for students who have time to study the assonance Whitman pulls from thin air. As a browser though I must say the first few stanzas exhausted my time.
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Pranab K Chakraborty 18 February 2015
Under Thee only they harvest- even but a wisp of hay, under thy great face, only; Harvest the wheat of Ohio, Illinois, Wisconsin- every barbed spear, under thee; Great poet and great the poetic talent. Always feel quiet submissive with the radiation of such uttered words.
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Godfrey Morris 18 February 2015
Long well written poem.
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