Analysis Of Walt Whitman's Song Of Myself
Two renowned poets of the 19th century portrayed similar characteristics in their styles yet expressed their viewpoint of the world in a vastly different way. One ignored death the other obsessed over it.
Walt Whitman’s “Song of Myself” style is not traditional yet rhythmic with no particular style other than his own invention of expression. This poem depicts himself as the self-indulgent, irresponsible person he was in real life. His disengagement into reality shows in his methodical release from the nature to become almost sexually intertwined with it. “I go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised and naked, I am mad for it to be in contact with me.” (line 19-20). His disregard for anyone but himself was made manifest in line …show more content…
He pulls objects of dichotomic environments to paint a specific picture: “his foreplane whistles its wild ascending lisp” line 265. “the babe of the vegetation” line 105, and “I believe in those wing’d purposes” line 239. Use of science verbiage grabs your attention as if to increase its scholarly effect on the reader: “distillation of intoxicating fragrances” (lines 15-16), and “passing of blood and air through my lungs” (line 23). With his reputation and vulgarity, the writer of this report had a difficult time enjoying Whitman’s work. Walt Whitman is the modern day “find your happy place” poet that sounds like he was on opium or morpheme or maybe just …show more content…
Her values seem to be on Stillness, Eyes, Light, and her poetry (my Keepsakes). She use of vocabulary is impressive, “there interposed a Fly” as one example in this poem. Her odd capitalization usage on words doesn’t bear a rhythm or relevance yet there seems to be some hidden code or message that might be extrapolated. Could the capitalizations be a rebellion against the rules of grammar as if she was in rebellion against the force of death that would take her? Could her use of capitalizations be a message of what she deemed important in that line? There is a fly in my house right now and he is a nuisance with definite interactions with me and my Keepsakes (my dinner), her fly is aloof and undirected. Maybe they had different flies back then, or at least, her fly was
Walt Whitman’s “Song of Myself” style is not traditional yet rhythmic with no particular style other than his own invention of expression. This poem depicts himself as the self-indulgent, irresponsible person he was in real life. His disengagement into reality shows in his methodical release from the nature to become almost sexually intertwined with it. “I go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised and naked, I am mad for it to be in contact with me.” (line 19-20). His disregard for anyone but himself was made manifest in line …show more content…
He pulls objects of dichotomic environments to paint a specific picture: “his foreplane whistles its wild ascending lisp” line 265. “the babe of the vegetation” line 105, and “I believe in those wing’d purposes” line 239. Use of science verbiage grabs your attention as if to increase its scholarly effect on the reader: “distillation of intoxicating fragrances” (lines 15-16), and “passing of blood and air through my lungs” (line 23). With his reputation and vulgarity, the writer of this report had a difficult time enjoying Whitman’s work. Walt Whitman is the modern day “find your happy place” poet that sounds like he was on opium or morpheme or maybe just …show more content…
Her values seem to be on Stillness, Eyes, Light, and her poetry (my Keepsakes). She use of vocabulary is impressive, “there interposed a Fly” as one example in this poem. Her odd capitalization usage on words doesn’t bear a rhythm or relevance yet there seems to be some hidden code or message that might be extrapolated. Could the capitalizations be a rebellion against the rules of grammar as if she was in rebellion against the force of death that would take her? Could her use of capitalizations be a message of what she deemed important in that line? There is a fly in my house right now and he is a nuisance with definite interactions with me and my Keepsakes (my dinner), her fly is aloof and undirected. Maybe they had different flies back then, or at least, her fly was