“It is hard to characterize quickly the stunning power, the lyrical grace of these remarkable, formalized quatrains. The song of mourning has been transformed into a song of 'praise! praise! praise!' His intensified diction, his incredible confidence, his giving-over to the 'bliss of death' is Whitman at his most reverent and awestruck.” —David Baker in “Elegy and Eros: Configuring Grief”
“This most American of American poets invented, after all, free verse as we know it…. But Whitman may not look, to those coming to Leaves of Grass some 160 years after its first publication, as truly radical as he was.” —Mark Doty in “Our Sly Progenitor: Revisiting Walt Whitman”
“There was a man, Walt Whitman, who lived in the nineteenth century, in America, who began to define his own person, who began to tell his own secrets, who outlined his own body, and made an outline of his own mind, so other people could see it. He was sort of the prophet of American democracy….” —Allen Ginsberg in “Taking a Walk through Leaves of Grass”
“Because the vast sweep of democracy is still incomplete even in America today...because the physical life of the Brooklyn ferries and the Broadway street cars and the Mississippi river banks and the still fresh battlefields of World War II continue to pulse with the same heartbeats of humanity as in Whitman’s time, his poetry strikes us now with the same immediacy it must have awakened in its earliest readers in the 1850s.” —Langston Hughes in “The Ceaseless Rings of Walt Whitman”
“Whitman’s all-inclusive sensuality and humanity not only affirmed my own, but lead me to an understanding and eventual acceptance of my precious otherness and burgeoning homosexuality…. His work transcended and encompassed creation with no shame but pure wonder. Who was I to argue with such wisdom.” —Joseph O. Legaspi in “Queer Poets on the Poems That Changed Their Lives”
“He is America. His crudity is an exceeding great stench, but it is America. He is the hollow place in the rock that echoes with his time. He does ‘chant the crucial stage’ and he is the ‘voice triumphant.' He is disgusting. He is an exceedingly nauseating pill, but he accomplished his mission.” —Ezra Pound in “What I Feel About Walt Whitman”
“Walt Whitman’s poem ‘The Sleepers’ opens with the line ‘I wander all night in my vision’ and proceeds to describe the poet’s travels in his nocturnal imagination.” —Anne Waldman in “The ‘l’ Is Another”
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