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"Whitman's uniquely revealing impressions of the people, places, and events of his time. One of the most creative and individual poets America has produced, Walt Whitman was also a prolific diarist, note-taker, and essayist whose intimate observations and reflections have profoundly deepened understanding of nineteenth-century American life. Specimen Days and Collect, first published in 1882, is a choice collection of Whitman's uniquely revealing impressions of the people, places, and events of his time, principally the era of the Civil War and its aftermath. On page after page, a vast panorama of American life unfolds, and with it rare glimpse of Whitman as poet, empathetic observer, and romantic wanderer. From his years as a wartime nurse in Washington, D.C., come touching glimpses of the dead and dying in military hospitals, memories of Abraham Lincoln, and vivid impressions of the nation's capital in a time of great crisis. Whitman's travel yields memorable recollections of Boston, the Hudson Valley, a walk through Central Park, Niagara Falls, the City of Denver, and more. Along with the famed essay "Democratic Vistas," there are scenes from the poet's childhood, touching tributes to songbirds, wildflowers, friendship and freedom; impressions of the music of Beethoven, reflections on a last visit to Emerson, the deaths of Lincoln and Longfellow and the painful process of aging. Deeply felt and vividly expressed, Specimen Days and Collect is a richly rewarding experience, a rare excursion into the mind and heard of one of America's greatest poets--and the America his poetry so richly commemorated"-- Inga biblioteksbeskrivningar kunde hittas. |
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The second section prints many diary entries from Whitman’s volunteer work in military hospitals in and around Washington, D. C. during the Civil War (a term Whitman rarely uses, preferring to call it the attempted secession or the war for the Union). I had always heard him referred to as a male nurse, but from Whitman’s account, he reminds me more of a hospital chaplain; indeed, a good one. The section opens with the first battle of Bull Run, the shocking defeat that led many to advocate negotiating the terms of the South’s departure from the Union, countered by Lincoln’s steely resolve (reminiscent of Churchill staring down the group around Lord Halifax, who wanted to sue for peace with Hitler in May 1940). The closing counterpart of this is the account of Lincoln’s assassination. There is much fine writing between these bookends; for instance, a description of the Battle of Chancellorsville: excellent prose about a horrible scene.
The third section details his partial recovery from a stroke. He attributed his improvement to spending time outdoors, as often as possible, naked. I enjoyed this section’s generous depiction of his nature observations: kingfishers and other birds, trees, and streams. At one point, Whitman favorably compared the attractions of sea and shore to poems, painting, and music. The irony wasn’t lost on me that he chose to preserve this in a book and that I sat enjoying the prose on a beautiful day.
The second part, “Collect,” does precisely that. It incorporates Whitman’s lengthy essay, “Democratic Vistas,” some of his lectures, such as “Death of Abraham Lincoln,” and other pieces. “Vistas” contains his call for the United States to produce poets who turn from European models based on feudalism to express the essence of the American experience of democracy. Paradoxically, his fancy leads him to envision this idiosyncratic literature as a model for the entire world. Whitman’s unbounded faith in the potential of the country, were it to fully embrace democracy, is cheering. The essay contains an ambivalent take on women, though, at times progressive but at other times reflecting an idealized view of the traditional role of motherhood.
The book closes with a sampling of early pieces Whitman wrote from his days as a newspaperman; they reflect a writer still developing his voice and philosophy.
It’s difficult to rate this book; it seems too uneven to call it great. As Whitman ages and become a recognized literary figure, his style becomes overblown and verges on self-parody. For instance, his taste for overloaded, parenthetical, paradoxical sentences does him no service when he strays into philosophy to contrast Carlyle and Hegel. But soon, he returns outdoors and listens to birds, and all is well again.
There are several striking passages, such as this remark on the nature of poetry: “At its best, poetic lore is like what may be heard of a conversation in the dark, from speakers far or hid, of which we get only a few broken murmurs. What is not gather’d is far more — perhaps the main thing.”
Or this, in which Whitman anticipates reader response: “Books are to be call’d for, and supplied, on the assumption that the process of reading is not a half sleep, but, in highest sense, an exercise, a gymnast’s struggle; that the reader is to do something for himself, must be on the alert, must him or herself construct indeed the poem, argument, history, metaphysical essay — the text furnishing the hints, the clue, the start or frame-work. Not the book needs so much to be the complete thing, but the reader does. That were to make a nation of supple and athletic minds, well-train’d, intuitive, used to depend on themselves and not on a few coteries of writers.”
Repeatedly Whitman describes the kind of poetry that will accomplish this, fitting for democracy. For example: “America demands a poetry that is bold, modern, and all-surrounding and kosmical, as she is herself.” Whenever he writes in this vein, he seems to be Ezra Pound’s intellectual godfather. The irony is that Pound emigrated to pursue his vocation.
Passages such as these are so numerous that, despite its overall unevenness, this book is essential. ( )