Lemaster and Kummings discuss this idea and note that the concepts of a person being separate from the universe but equal to its every part can be seen in Whitman’s work (13). Thus, the “Song of Myself” becomes an interpretation of an individual’s connection to the universe. Whitman writes about one’s perception of the world, describes the world within and outside a person, and it becomes evident that the author uses the first person not as an attempt to write about himself but as a way to help the reader to connect with the described persona. The title of the poem is directly connected to the content. The following paper aims to analyze the poem “Song of Myself” by Whitman and see whether its title, structure, and tone correspond with the idea that a human being is a part and a parcel of the overall existence connected with the universe via his immortal soul. In fact, the connection between an individual and the surrounding world can be seen in many elements of the author’s work. The poem explores the philosophical world of the human life, focusing on the concepts of life, death, and understanding of self. However, it was later divided into fifty-two sections of different length (LeMaster and Kummings 275). Interestingly, the first version of the poem did not have any sections and was formatted as a single entity. My right hand pointing to landscapes of continents and the public road.“Song of Myself” is a poem that was written by Walt Whitman and published in 1855 as a part of his book Leaves of the Grass. My left hand hooking you round the waist, I lead no man to a dinner-table, library, exchange,īut each man and each woman of you I lead upon a knoll, I have no chair, no church, no philosophy, No friend of mine takes his ease in my chair, My signs are a rain-proof coat, good shoes, and a staff cut from the woods,
I tramp a perpetual journey, (come listen all!) I know I have the best of time and space, and was never measured and never will be measured. My son emailed me – “Where did you find this?” so I sent him a link to this page. When I left teaching, students gave me a gift: Leaves of Grass.
When I was a teacher, I used the following passage all the time. Especially on this day in this era, as those of us in America work to keep our foundation and legacy healthy. Thank you, thank you, thank you for this.
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