Chris Abraham

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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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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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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Song of Myself, XI by Walt Whitman: One of Walt Whitman's most innocently sensual poems indeed.
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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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O Captain! My Captain! by Walt Whitman: On the 200th year of his death, Walt Whitman's most popularly famous poem.
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I Sing the Body Electric by Walt Whitman: On the celebration of the 200th anniversary of America's bard, here's to Walt Whitman, America's poet.
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Satan Says by Sharon Olds: Being exposed to the profane done artfully and in a way that shows the humanness innate in blasphemy and heresy. This poem, by poet Sharon Olds, from her book Satan Says, was one of those experiences. That and The Pope's Penis, another of her poems.
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Sex Without Love by Sharon Olds: Maybe I have been hobbled by growing up Catholic or putting women on pedestals because of all-boys school. But I have never swiped left or right on Tinder. I am no choir boy. I have had more than my fair share. But going through lovers has never been the way I have ever passed my time. It's neither sport nor a source of story or content. I feel like Sharon Olds gets my feelings perfectly right.
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