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Beautiful Women - Poem by Walt Whitman

WOMEN sit, or move to and fro- some old,
some young;
The young are beautiful- but the old are more beautiful than the
young.

Comments about Beautiful Women by Walt Whitman

  • Subhas Chandra Chakra 9/4/2017 9:41:00 AM

    The young are beautiful- but the old are more beautiful than the
    young.
    Yes, old is gold.
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  • Madhuram Sharma 6/10/2017 10:25:00 PM

    very nice poem...........old are more beautiful than the young Reply

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  • Ratnakar Mandlik 2/29/2016 10:57:00 PM

    Amazing short and sweet poem reiterating the fact that a woman's beauty depends on a number of factors and not only on her being young or old. Reply

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  • Rajnish Manga 2/29/2016 1:05:00 AM

    To whatever age-group she belongs, a woman remains beautiful. Which woman ranks higher will depend on a person's own experience. Small and an amazing poem, nonetheless. Reply

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  • Chris Bitmonki 6/20/2015 6:26:00 AM

    I htink this poem nails it! Older women have experienced much more, have more fully and deeply entered into, and can thus more fully and deeply express true womanhood, through their carriage, their eyes, their movements, their emotions, their choice of attire. And I find the full flower of womanhood, in full living expression much more beautiful, there is so much more there to intrigue and to captivate a person than a young woman can possibly have. The young are indeed beautiful, they simply aren't fully women yet. My two cents, anyway. Reply

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  • Jane Moon 5/14/2009 12:43:00 PM

    Interesting, but this poem lacks lyrical qualities that could make it moving and significant. Reply

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  • Paul Matteo 12/15/2005 10:13:00 AM

    I guess i agree with those three about this poem. In my limited understanding of how to analyze what poetry means, it does seem that all whitman is saying is that even though young women are very attractive, older women have more to offer. Since the older women have more experiences that is probably what whitman is looking at, not neccessarily their looks. Reply

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  • Jeff Pinnell 12/9/2005 11:11:00 AM

    i agree with stacy and mallory.. i think that the older women get the more wise and more caring they become. Reply

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  • Stacey Chaney 12/9/2005 11:08:00 AM

    I like the poem because I think it means that with age women become more wise, caring, experience, loving, etc. Reply

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  • Mallory Goodman 12/9/2005 11:07:00 AM

    I think this poem is discussing how older women are more experienced and wiser than younger women. Reply

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