Rabbit Trail-- Walt Whitman

A Complex Relationship

I would like to say that I strongly disagree with a large percentage (if not the majority) of beliefs and feelings that Whitman champions in his poetry.  The equality for all people I completely agree with, but his spiritual/soul stuff not at all.

That being said, I love LOVE Whitman! (This is one of those rare sentences that actually merits an exclamation point.)

Just Friends? 

A New Love 

I still cannot believe that I only first read Whitman less than a year ago.  Though, I am quite thankful that I developed a strong moral and emotional stance long before I stumbled through Song of Myself.

Goodness, I don’t even know where to begin with Whitman. 

Why Do I Love It So?

I love section 5 of Song of Myself, just love it, I mean I really really love it. The third stanza? Yeah, I know what he is referencing.  However, I cannot stop myself from loving it.  And Damn it if that is the loveliest description of that action I have ever heard. (this section requires close reading and candle light ha ha ha!)   

And is he really comparing this act to his relationship with his soul?  When thinking about Whitman, I can’t even write straight.  Of course neither could he. J 
Yep. I just went there.  Of course the only one who could say for certain regarding those matters it Whitman himself.  And even if we could ask he probably wouldn't give a straight answer.  So Why? I do not have the faintest clue how to describe it.

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TRICKLE DROPS.

TRICKLE drops! my blue veins leaving!

O drops of me! trickle, slow drops,

Candid from me falling, drip, bleeding drops,

From wounds made to free you whence you were prison'd,

From my face, from my forehead and lips,

From my breast, from within where I was conceal'd, press forth          red drops, confession drops,

Stain every page, stain every song I sing, every word I say, bloody          drops,

Let them know your scarlet heat, let them glisten,

Saturate them with yourself all ashamed and wet,

Glow upon all I have written or shall write, bleeding drops,

Let it all be seen in your light, blushing drops. -- Walt Whitman From the Calamus section of Leaves of Grass  (I like to call it the Yaoi section.)

Seriously.  My goodness. I sure love structured poetry but free-verse-genius poems make me feel all. . . . hmmm. . . I am sure Whitman could describe my feelings in some extremely sexual way.     (\__/) (='.'=) – “Because I naughty naughty!” (")_(")                       (Bunny! Super Junior? Really? And That is only why YOU like Whitman!)