Oh, Happy Day

Walt Whitman is unbeatable at expressing, to use a word of his, athletic joy. The opening lines of “Song of Myself,” pictured above, are worth committing to memory for they express a private, but generous, feeling of celebration. Today, I feel like celebrating. The sun is shining here in Aspen, Colorado, happiest of happy places, where […]

The “Grass” Part

Last week, I began a two-part explanation of Walt Whitman’s title “Leaves of Grass.” The “Leaves” refers simply to pages, as in pages of poetry, of which Whitman’s book is of course composed.  Now it’s on to the “Grass” part. I base my understanding of what Whitman meant on the accompanying image, which reads: A […]

Athletic Democracy

I had to share this image of Walt Whitman’s poem “To Foreign Lands,” where the amazing phrase “athletic Democracy” appears. As soon as I read it, I paused to ask myself to please remember to use “athletic” as an adjective with athletic frequency. Plus the poem is a short, historically revealing read. Read Cartagena 2014

Finally, I get it

I confess that I never understood what Walt Whitman meant by “Leaves of Grass.” But, I finally get it. Or at least, I think I do.  If my interpretation of the accompanying image is somewhat accurate, then “leaves” are simply “pages,” as in pages of poetry. This might seem totally obvious for many learn’d people, […]