The following is a poem portraying a series of visions: places leaving, events approaching; although dark in theme, there's lots of light attempting to break through.
Under The Skin is a collection of dark and witty poems brought together because they attempt get underneath the banality of everyday life, looking for clues in human nature as to what drives our multi-dimensional behaviour.
Dream in peace my lover, friend / While you sleep I sit and write / Watch your ribs rise, descend / With these words pretend I might / Your nature capture, comprehend
Would the rabbis and the romans have dared to touch Jesus if he had received the kind of Miracles Moses received: Miracles meant for Jehovah's enemies?
Gathering Walt Whitman's verses on nationhood, democracy, and the American experiment - from the exultant to the elegiac - this collection shows the poet at his most civic-minded, writing not just about individuals but about the country itself as a living, breathing body politic.
Con "e;Viajes a una fresa"e;, su segundo libro, este profesor de filosofnia de Madrid espera conseguir que los planetas descarrilen de sus orbitas y el universo por fin conteste a sus preguntas.
Self-published in 1855 and revised and expanded across nearly four decades, Leaves of Grass abandoned rhyme and formal meter for a sprawling, democratic free verse that celebrated the human body, American landscapes, ordinary workers, and Whitman's own boundless self with equal reverence.
During the Civil War, Walt Whitman spent years visiting wounded and dying soldiers in Washington's makeshift hospitals, dressing wounds, writing letters home for the illiterate, and sitting with men through their final hours.
Written as the Civil War tore the country apart, Drum-Taps captures Walt Whitman's shifting response to the conflict - from the drumbeat excitement of early enlistment, through his years tending wounded soldiers in Washington hospitals, to grief that would later fold in his elegies for Lincoln.
A collection of poems about pain, prayers, old age and seeing yourself in the mirror, accidental exposure during a Zoom, sinkholes, hearing George Harrison singing My Sweet Lord, not eating bread crust, the month of August, eating the wrong foods, fae wings, journaling, falling asteroid, DNS redirecting, lizard on the wall, Friday 13, killing insects, life and all its wonders and sometimes monotony, OCD, philosophy of Wu-Wei, Trump win in 2024, internet not able to detect if you're human, Indian female burglars, pole dancing, finding a cat claw of your deceased cat, the fridge humming, Xmas and prayer, manspreading, banning books, wearing a tudung, and narrative verses about kittens, men, and trishaw riders.
"e;Imagine a postmodern Pindar with a liberal arts education and good command of Polish; think of an Orpheus who starts out as a horny kid from the American suburbs, hits the road like Kerouac, learns a few things along the way, but still looks back-wacked!
Orphics is a collection of sonnets that creates a provocative, intriguing, and captivating narrative linking the myths of the ancient world with the mythmaking capacities of the modern world.
