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    January 10, 2011

    Walt Whitman by Mr. Ankeny

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    On The Beach at Night AloneOn the beach at night alone,As the old mother sways her to and fro singing her husky song,As I watch the bright stars shining, I think a thought of the clef of the universes and of the future. A vast similitude interlocks all,All spheres, grown, ungrown, small, large, suns, moons, planets,All distances of place however wide,All distances of time, all inanimate forms,All souls, all living bodies though they be ever so different, or in different worlds,All gaseous, watery, vegetable, mineral processes, the shes, the brutes,All nations, colors, barbarisms, civilizations, languages,All identities that have existed or may exist on this globe, or any globe,All lives and deaths, all of the past, present, future,This vast similitude spans them, and always has spann'd,And shall forever span them and compactly hold and enclose them.

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    Poem Thoughts.

    As the old mother sways her to andfro singing her husky song, iscomparing the waves crashing on theshore to a mother, swinging her baby.The ocean is the mother, the waves arethe baby.

    I think a thought of the clef of theuniverses and of the future. Hesthinking about how the world isinterrelated. At the edge of a great dark ocean, he thinks of the great darknessof the universe and the blank future.

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    Poem thoughts continued...

    A vast similitude interlocks all, could be reworded: A largesimilarity unites everything. Again, hes pondering how were allconnected, were all similar and locked to each other (interlocked).

    The next 8 lines start with All... This is an example of repetition,and hes using the repetition to show how different things are

    connected, from the shes to colors to lives and deaths. Finally, he ends with them held compactly in our universe. We end

    with the thought that were not only connected, but intricately linked,close together, like a mother holding her child close to her (line 2).

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    About Walt Whitman...

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    Walts Life

    Born: May 31, 1819; Died: March 26, 1892

    Lived primarily in NYC, parents moved to Brooklyn when he was 4.

    Liked to hang out in Pfaff's Beer Hall, where you had to walk downawkward stairs into the basement, where he would stay late in the

    night in the underground bar. He worked as a journalist in Brooklyn and roamed the streets on

    foot, carrying around a polished cane, people-watching, and seekingout story ideas.

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    Walts Life (continued)

    Whitman struggled to support himself through most of his life. He founded a weekly newspaper the Long-Islander , a free-soil paper

    called the Brooklyn Freeman and he published poetry.

    His most famous work is Leaves of Grass , rst published in 1855. It wasa groundbreaking work of modern poetry and included the iconicSong of Myself.

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    From Song of Myself

    I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the beginning and the end;But I do not talk of the beginning or the end.

    There was never any more inception than there is now,Nor any more youth or age than there is now;

    An d will never be any more perfection than there is now,Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.

    Sources:http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/126http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/index.php?date=2009/05/31

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