Walt Whitman, 1863
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Walt Whitman, 1863
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Walt Whitman, 1863
He was frequently asked
by wounded and dying soldiers
to write home for them,
or to seek out their friends.
Often the "men", many teenagers,
were out of their heads—
dreams and waking
mixed like fog and smoke.
One legless soldier kept calling Walt
his sister. Walt held his hand
as the boy groaned,
finally complaining
as he lay dying
of the pain in his thigh
--and, worse, the lack
of letters from home:
absence the pain
that he found hardest
to endure.
V1:
Walt Whitman, 1863
He was often asked
by wounded and dying soldiers
to write home for them,
or to seek out their friends.
Many were out of their heads,
their fevers as common
as unclean bandages.
Often the "men", many teenagers,
were confused—
dreams and waking
mixed like fog and smoke.
One legless soldier kept calling Walt
his sister. Walt held his hand
as the boy groaned,
finally complaining
as he lay dying
of the pain in his thigh
--and, worse, the lack
of letters from home:
absence the pain
that he found hardest
to endure.
Walt Whitman, 1863
He was frequently asked
by wounded and dying soldiers
to write home for them,
or to seek out their friends.
Often the "men", many teenagers,
were out of their heads—
dreams and waking
mixed like fog and smoke.
One legless soldier kept calling Walt
his sister. Walt held his hand
as the boy groaned,
finally complaining
as he lay dying
of the pain in his thigh
--and, worse, the lack
of letters from home:
absence the pain
that he found hardest
to endure.
V1:
Walt Whitman, 1863
He was often asked
by wounded and dying soldiers
to write home for them,
or to seek out their friends.
Many were out of their heads,
their fevers as common
as unclean bandages.
Often the "men", many teenagers,
were confused—
dreams and waking
mixed like fog and smoke.
One legless soldier kept calling Walt
his sister. Walt held his hand
as the boy groaned,
finally complaining
as he lay dying
of the pain in his thigh
--and, worse, the lack
of letters from home:
absence the pain
that he found hardest
to endure.
Re: Walt Whitman, 1863
This has possibilities. At this point it feels like you're trying to pack too much inormation into too little a space,
and too much drama gets lost in the process. I'd be inclined to let one soldier stand for all of them. Make
their story into his story, if you see what I mean, let him represent all of them.
Maybe start with that legless soldier, give him a name, and build from that.
One nice thing about a poem, you can land in the middle of an event, no build up, no lead-in, and
readers will pick it up immediately.
I like 'dreams and waking/mixed like fog and smoke",
and the idea that the lack of letters from home bothered
a dying soldier as much as the loss of his legs...
and too much drama gets lost in the process. I'd be inclined to let one soldier stand for all of them. Make
their story into his story, if you see what I mean, let him represent all of them.
Maybe start with that legless soldier, give him a name, and build from that.
One nice thing about a poem, you can land in the middle of an event, no build up, no lead-in, and
readers will pick it up immediately.
I like 'dreams and waking/mixed like fog and smoke",
and the idea that the lack of letters from home bothered
a dying soldier as much as the loss of his legs...
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Re: Walt Whitman, 1863
You make interesting points, Judy. Perhaps I should start the poem with the third stanza....and tweak the title accordingly
Re: Walt Whitman, 1863
A good poem, Bob.
Each stanza is relevant,
One leads to the other, yet they stand out.
That be the beauty of the poem.
Each stanza is relevant,
One leads to the other, yet they stand out.
That be the beauty of the poem.
meenas17
Re: Walt Whitman, 1863
gettin' there.
I love fog and smoke, but the first two lines of that stanza could be elimnated
and the last two lines attached to the previous one. Try it. I think you can
drill down too hard (you in the general, not the personal sense) on poems like
this, the temptation is almost to write them in real blood and bits.
"finally complaining
as he lay dying
of the pain in his thigh"
this is confusing, it basically says he's dying of the pain in his thigh and complaining
about it too. or not. This poem has some power, don't dilute it with too many gerunds
and "obvious" statements. Trust your reader, they'll get it.
I love fog and smoke, but the first two lines of that stanza could be elimnated
and the last two lines attached to the previous one. Try it. I think you can
drill down too hard (you in the general, not the personal sense) on poems like
this, the temptation is almost to write them in real blood and bits.
"finally complaining
as he lay dying
of the pain in his thigh"
this is confusing, it basically says he's dying of the pain in his thigh and complaining
about it too. or not. This poem has some power, don't dilute it with too many gerunds
and "obvious" statements. Trust your reader, they'll get it.
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Re: Walt Whitman, 1863
Judy, I disagree about those lines being confusing. But I appreciate your taking so much time to look at this poem. I value your input.
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Re: Walt Whitman, 1863
Judy, thx to your encouragement I have shortened the poem a bit. Thank you
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Re: Walt Whitman, 1863
Thanks, Meenas, for your POV. I appreciate it.