Posts Tagged ‘ Walt Whitman ’

Marilyn Nelson reads her poem, “I Hear the Earth’s Peoples Singing” – YouTube

Thursday Poem | 3 Quarks Daily

A Supermarket in California

…. What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for I walked down the sidestreets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon.
…. In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the neon fruit supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations!
…. What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping at night! Aisles full of husbands! Wives in the avocados, babies in the tomatoes!—and you, García Lorca, what were you doing down  by the watermelons?

…. I saw you, Walt Whitman, childless, lonely old grubber, poking among the meats in the refrigerator and eyeing the grocery boys.
…. I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the pork chops? What price bananas? Are you my Angel?
…. I wandered in and out of the brilliant stacks of cans following you, and followed in my imagination by the store detective.
…. We strode down the open corridors together in our solitary fancy tasting artichokes, possessing every frozen delicacy, and never passing the cashier.

…. Where are we going, Walt Whitman? The doors close in a hour. Which way does your beard point tonight?
…. (I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the supermarket and feel absurd.)
….Will we walk all night through solitary streets? The trees add shade to shade, lights out in the houses, we’ll both be lonely.
…. Will we stroll dreaming of the lost America of love past blue automobiles in driveways, home to our silent cottage?
…. Ah, dear father, graybeard, lonely old courage-teacher, what America did you have when Charon quit poling his ferry and you got out on a smoking bank and stood watching the boat disappear on the black waters of Lethe?

by Alan Ginsberg
—Berkeley, 1955

Source: Thursday Poem | 3 Quarks Daily

TOM CLARK: Animalia (Whitman: I think I could turn and live with animals) / In the Swamp: She threw herself away on a giant bunny

Caracal or desert lynx (Caracal caracal): photo by Van 3000, 2006

Source: TOM CLARK: Animalia (Whitman: I think I could turn and live with animals) / In the Swamp: She threw herself away on a giant bunny

Verse 1 read by Virginia Mae Schmitt | Whitman, Alabama

Walt Whitman’s ‘Song of Myself’ as brought to life through the voices and lives of Alabamians. Watch verse 1 read by Virginia Mae Schmitt.

Source: Verse 1 read by Virginia Mae Schmitt | Whitman, Alabama

for Chris Mansel, from Alabama ~ df

One Today, Inaugural Poem by Richard Blanco in Commemoration of President Barack H Obama’s Second Inauguration

Visit One Today, Inaugural poem by Richard Blanco for the text of the poem.

WILL THE REAL WALT WHITMAN PROBLEM PLEASE STAND UP? TOUCHING PERFECT BODIES WITH HIS MIND :: AMY KING’S ALIAS

WILL THE REAL WALT WHITMAN PROBLEM PLEASE STAND UP? TOUCHING PERFECT BODIES WITH HIS MIND | AMY KING’S ALIAS.

The Marble Faun, a poem by Amy King / Poets.org

 

Amy King holding Wolfgang and Ana Božičević holding Walt Whitman

The Marble Faun- Poets.org – Poetry, Poems, Bios & More.

Rebecca Lowry / A Prairie Sunset – a poem by Walt Whitman (1888) written w/ wire brads on wood panel

A Prairie Sunset

Shot gold, maroon and violet, dazzling silver,
emerald, fawn.
The earth’s whole amplitude and Nature’s
multiform power  consign’d for one to
colors;
The light, the general air possess’d by them –
colors til now unknown.
No limit, confine – not the Western sky alone –
the high meridian – North, South, all.
Pure luminous color fighting the silent
shadows to the last.

Walt Whitman (1888)

 

Rebecca Lowry – Prairie Sunset.