Walt Whitman And His Leaves Of Grass Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass just like
The Tennyson of In Memoriam,
Plucking the blade of grass and piping
As did he Tennyson
In the memory of his friend
And reflecting over faith and doubt as well.

As Wordsworth went on adding and revising The Prelude,
Similar the case with the text of Whitman’s Leaves of Grass,
The 1855 the original edition
But the latter varying in degrees,
Appending and modifying the same titles
Which may not tally with.

A poet of America, Americanness and Americanism,
Whitman is one under the influence
Of the American Brahmins
Quite under the influences of the Hindu texts,
I mean the American transcendentalists,
Thoreau, Emerson and others.

Bearded, unkempt, haired, mustached,
Shabby and clumsy,
A visionary lost in the dreams of his,
Thinking of the shores and banks lying across
Where he cannot,
But the flight of imagination can.

Starting from Song of Myself, he moves to A Song for Occupations,
To Think of Time, The Sleepers, I Sing the Body Electric,
Faces, Song of the Answerer,
Europe: The 72nd and 73rd Years of These States,
A Boston Ballad, There Was a Child Went Forth,
Who Learns My Lessons Complete, Great Are the Myths.

A poet of America, he sings of all those who have
Contributed to human growth and development,
Praising every dignity of labour
Be any benefiting human race,
Of shipmen, navigators, travellers, adventurers,
Voyagers, sailors, soldiers, builders and architects.

A poet, dreamer, visionary and a thinker,
He keeps brooding, dreaming, imagining and thinking
About mankind in distress, pain and agony,
A vagabond in life-style, a gipsy in his living,
He is a poet of the common man,
A nascent and united America and American states.