Another Walt Whitman poem I wrote can be found here. I’ve read very little of Leaves of Grass but am inspired by Whitman nonetheless! Peace to your ♥!
Tribute to Walt Whitman who revised Leaves of Grass repeatedly until he died Sculptors of marble chip and chip away. Potters knead and shape their lumps of clay. Poets create, through words alone, What never cracks, is never set in stone.
caterpillar poets Oh, to be a Whitman! They digest Leaves of Grass. Living day by daydreams… these, too, shall pass. Eating, dreaming, dying— without flying.
Poem title from chapter 58 of poemcrazy by Susan G. Wooldridge.
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