"The Final Say: Walt Whitman's Poetry" by Monty Gilmer

THE FINAL SAY: WALT WHITMAN'S POETRY

by Monty Gilmer

According to Mary Wilson Little, "There is a great deal of prose license in Walt Whitman's poetry."

As Lewis Mumford wrote, "People have hesitated to call Whitman's poems poetry; it is useless to deny that they belong to sacred literature."

Walt Whitman,

born on this day in 1819

"To What You Said" by Walt Whitman - Audio : The Poetry Foundation

Listen to a reading of an unpublished love poem by American poet Walt Whitman, who was born on this day in 1819: To What You Said - Audio

Walt Whitman : The Poetry Foundation

"Jesus Heals the Sick in Gennesaret" : The King James Bible

     And when they were gone over, they came into the land of Gennesaret. And when the men of that place had knowledge of him, they sent out into all that country round about, and brought unto him all that were diseased; and besought him that they might only touch the hem of his garment: and as many as touched were made perfectly whole.
     -- The Bible: Matthew 14:34-36 (King James Version)

"Lost" by Carl Sandburg : The Poetry Foundation

Read this poem by Carl Sandburg from the March 1914 issue of Poetry Magazine: Lost

Carl Sandburg : The Poetry Foundation

"The Pasture" by Robert Frost, 1874-1963 : Poets.org

I dedicate the poem "The Pasture" by Robert Frost to the memory of my father Hugh M. Gilmer (1914-2006), who was a farmer, and to the memory of my mother Evelyn M. Gilmer (1923-2016), who wanted to marry a farmer and who enjoyed being a farmer's, my father's, wife.

Robert Frost : Poets.org

"Soul-feeding Hyacinths" by Corinne Farley : Christ in Poetry

SOUL-FEEDING HYACINTHS
by Corinne Farley

Be with us, Lord, today,
And set us free
From foolish bickerings,
From cant and pettiness, the ugly things
That keep us less
Than Thou wouldst have us be;
Open our eyes that we may see
The Vision Beautiful,
And if we are enmeshed
In dreary labyrinths of everyday,
Grant us release,
And give us peace, O Lord;
An understanding sure and swift,
The very precious gift
Of loving insight. Help us to change
The bread and butter of monotony
Into soul-feeding hyacinths,
Fragrant with service; and until we take
The noblest, highest, truest way,
Let us not rest content;
And of our fellowship today
Help us to make
A joyous sacrament.


Source: Christ in Poetry (1952), an anthology compiled and edited by Thomas Curtis Clark and Hazel Davis Clark

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