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Song of Myself, V by Walt Whitman
"Loafe with me on the grass, loose the stop from your throat," is one of my favorite lines of poetry.
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Song of Myself, XI by Walt Whitman
One of Walt Whitman's most innocently sensual poems indeed.
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Song Of Myself, XVI by Walt Whitman
This poem is an essential read as American is broken apart by people who believe themselves to be better—superior even—than their fellow citizens, "I resist any thing better than my own diversity, / Breathe the air but leave plenty after me, / And am not stuck up, and am in my place."
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Song Of Myself, XXIV by Walt Whitman
This poem contains one of my favorite stanzas, "Unscrew the locks from the doors! / Unscrew the doors themselves from their jambs! / Whoever degrades another degrades me, / And whatever is done or said returns at last to me."
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The Pure Contralto Sings In The Organ Loft by Walt Whitman
I don't know why I remember it, but the line, "the pure contralto sings in the organ loft," seared itself into my brain—maybe because "contralto" was a new word to me.
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Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking by Walt Whitman
What a wonderful song, what a wonderful poem, from Walt Whitman, heralding the Summertime.
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Gather Ye Rosebuds by Robert Herrick
If you've ever taken an early American literature course in college, this is indeed a class favorite. "To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time" is a poem written by English Cavalier poet Robert Herrick in the 17th century. First published in 1648 as number 208 in a volume of verse entitled Hesperides, it is perhaps one of the most famous poems to extol the notion of carpe diem, a philosophy that recognizes the brevity of life and, therefore, the need to live for and in the moment.
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Farming In A Lilac Shirt by Leo Dangel
I wake up at 6:30 AM for only one reason and that's because Garrison Keillor is on then as the mellifluous reader-of-poetry on the daily Writer's Almanac. I rarely feel compelled to follow-up, but this poem has been in my Palm's to-do list since it was aired. I hope you enjoy it. Be sure to listen to it read by Garrison Keillor.
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Blackberry Eating by Galway Kinnell
I blame Emily Dickinson, Walt Whitman, Sharon Olds, and Galway Kinnell for my love of poetry. Here's one of Kinnell's most famous and most lovely poems.
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After Making Love We Hear Footsteps by Galway Kinnell
I don't have much of an instinct for marrying or having children. The only time I really felt a deep desire to become a husband and a father is after reading this beautiful poem by Galway Kinnell
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