Authors and I by Charles Lewis HindAuthors and I by Charles Lewis Hind

Authors and I

byCharles Lewis Hind

Paperback | January 10, 2012

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This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1921. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... 57. WALT WHITMAN THE centenary of the birth of Walt Whitman on May 31, 1919, turned thought to him who cried, "The Modern Man I Sing." For a week I was dipping, diving, and plunging into the 430 pages of "Leaves of Grass," that ocean of rushing, soaring observations announcing the awakening spirit of America, proclaiming her first great poet, soil of her soil, strong as a mountain, sure of his mission, sure of himself, sure of the reproductive power of the rough songs he sang, their tumultuous beauty, their rugged eloquence, with scraps of tenderness lighting catalogues of words, himself the centre of all, yet conscious all the while of something within himself untouched. . . . Before all my arrogant poems the real Me stands yet untouched, untold, Withdrawn far, mocking me with mock-congratulatory signs and bows, With peals of distant ironical laughter at every word I have written. To us in London in the late eighties there were three Americans who aroused our awakening literary minds to enthusiasm--Poe, Bret Harte, and Walt Whitman. (Emerson came later and stayed longest.) Poe opened to us the macabre in prose, and in poetry the art and craft of melody. Bret Harte revealed to us a new corner of life, picturesque, riotous, pathetic, amusing, but it was only a part of the whole. Walt Whitman showed us the whole, expounded that vast, voracious America 3,000 miles away. Here was a new poet, a new way of song, a new country, a new man speaking to each one of us. My songs cease, I abandon them, From behind the screen where I hid I advance personally solely to you, Camerado, this is no book, Who touches this touches a man. We read "Salut au Monde" (--"What do you hear, Walt Whitman," he asks, "what do you see, Walt Whitman?"). We realised that he had thrown rhyme and ...
Title:Authors and IFormat:PaperbackDimensions:72 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.15 inPublished:January 10, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0217334431

ISBN - 13:9780217334433