Walt Whitman a Long Islanden és Brooklynban töltött nehéz gyermekkorból emelkedik ki, hogy 1855-ben megírja a Leaves of Grass című remekművét, amely forradalmasítja az irodalmat. Számos leghíresebb verse kerül bemutatásra.
In Search of Walt Whitman, Part One: The Early Years (1819-1860) (2020) 1★
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– You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look through the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the specters in books. You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me. You shall listen to all sides and filter them from yourself.
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– I celebrate myself, and what I assume, you shall assume, for every atom belonging to me, as good belongs to you, I loaf and invite my soul. I lean and loaf at my ease, observing a spear of summer grass. Stop this day and night with me, and you shall possess the origin of all poems.
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– One of the enduring mysteries of Walt Whitman's life, that nobody has been able to answer, is how could an ordinary newspaper writer, who never published poetry before and had little education or training, create a work of such genius, unprecedented in world literature?
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– Bucke wrote one of the earliest biographies on Walt Whitman, and served as co-executor of his literary estate. Bucke believed that in June of 1853 or 1854, when Whitman was around 35 years old, he had a cosmic and transcendent experience, that played a role in infusing his poetry with a profound spiritual wisdom.
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– And I think, for Whitman, God is ultimately everything that is existing in any particular moment of now. So I'm not questioning God, because I see God every time I touch something, taste something, hear something, see something.
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– The idea that, for Whitman, now is the only eternal moment. There will always be a now, and that's all there will be. We don't live in a past, we don't live in a future, we only live in a now.
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– The very end of „Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking”, ends with a five-fold repetition: „Death, death, death, death, death.” And that's the cradle out of which we all come, and it's the bed into which we all eventually return.
