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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WALT WHITMAN, by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The master-songs are ended, and the man Last Line: We write them there forever. Subject(s): Poetry & Poets; Whitman, Walt (1819-1891) | |||
The master-songs are ended, and the man That sang them is a name. And so is God A name; and so is love, and life, and death, And everything. -- But we, who are too blind To read what we have written, or what faith Has written for us, do not understand: We only blink, and wonder. Last night it was the song that was the man, But now it is the man that is the song. We do not hear him very much today; -- His piercing and eternal cadence rings Too pure for us -- too powerfully pure, Too lovingly triumphant, and too large; But there are some that hear him, and they know That he shall sing tomorrow for all men, And that all time shall listen. The master-songs are ended? -- Rather say No songs are ended that are ever sung, And that no names are dead names. When we write Men's letters on proud marble or on sand, We write them there forever. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE TO WALT WHITMAN by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET TWO RAMAGES FOR OLD MASTERS by ROBERT BLY QUIRKS: 2. THAT AFTERNOON I REMEMBERED by JOHN CIARDI READING WALT WHITMAN by CALVIN FORBES FOR WALT WHITMAN by DAVID IGNATOW WAITING INSIDE by DAVID IGNATOW WALT WHITMAN IN THE CIVIL WAR HOSPITALS by DAVID IGNATOW METAMORPHOSES: 3. PERSEUS (WALT WHITMAN) by WAYNE KOESTENBAUM A POEM FOR MAX NORDAU by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |
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