Walt Whitman (1819-1892)
Whitman spent thirty-seven years growing this book, folding each new poem into an ever-larger single work he called his language experiment. Out of its free, unrhymed lines came modern American poetry. The book is a hymn to the open road, the body, the city, the Civil War hospital ward, and above all the democratic 'I' that contains multitudes and refuses to apologize. 'Song of Myself' remains its center of gravity: fifty-two sections of catalogue, chant and extravagance that begin 'I celebrate myself, and sing myself.' Emerson asked for exactly this poet; almost no one else in 1855 was ready for him.
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