Classic and Contemporary Poetry
RECORDERS AGES HENCE, by WALT WHITMAN Poet Analysis Poet's Biography Last Line: Who oft as he saunter'd the streets curv'd with his arm the shoul-der of his friend, while the arm o Subject(s): Self | ||||||||
RECORDERS ages hence, Come, I will take you down underneath this impassive exterior, I will tell you what to say of me, Publish my name and hang up my picture as that of the tenderest lover, The friend the lover's portrait, of whom his friend his lover was fondest, Who was not proud of his songs, but of the measureless ocean of love within him, and freely pour'd i Who often walk'd lonesome walks thinking of his dear friends, his lovers, Who pensive away from one he lov'd often lay sleepless and dissatisfied at night, Who knew too well the sick, sick dread lest the one he lov'd might secretly be indifferent to him, Whose happiest days were far away through fields, in woods, on hills, he and another wandering hand Who oft as he saunter'd the streets curv'd with his arm the shoul-der of his friend, while the arm o | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CAPELLA by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA AFTER LOOKING UP INTO ONE TOO MANY CAMERAS by HICOK. BOB FOR A TALL HEADSTONE by JOHN HOLLANDER SELF-EMPLOYED by DAVID IGNATOW WHY CAN'T I BE by DAVID IGNATOW A BROADWAY PAGEANT by WALT WHITMAN |
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