Poetry of Perception [link & animation]

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[cs_section id=”” class=” ” style=”margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 20px; ” visibility=”” parallax=”false”][cs_row id=”” class=” left-text ” style=”margin: 0px auto; padding: 0px; ” visibility=”” inner_container=”false” marginless_columns=”false” bg_color=”” marginlesscolumns=””][cs_column id=”” class=”” style=”padding: 0px; ” bg_color=”” fade=”false” fade_animation=”in” fade_animation_offset=”45px” fade_duration=”750″ type=”1/1″][x_video_embed no_container=”false” type=”16:9″] Part 1/8: Poetry of Perception from HarvardX Neuroscience on Vimeo. [/x_video_embed][cs_text id=”” class=”” style=”” text_align=”left-text”] Part 1/8: Poetry of …

Walt Whitman in Voices in Wartime — Garrison Keillor [Audio]

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Whitman: the Wall (Poem)

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Vietnam Veterans Memorial, Washington, DC I know this ground. I walked here once before, alive. A septic smell, still. In this place, tents, and my nursing, all through ’64. Or call it mothering. I looked in the face of dying boy after boy. But now this black winged wall, and other ghosts, their strange words: Da Nang, Khe Sanh. But …

Reading with the Poets [Poems]

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— Stanley Plumly, 2002 Whitman among the wounded, at the bedside, kissing the blood off boys’ faces, sometimes stilled faces, writing their letters, writing the letters home, saying, sometimes, the white prayers, helping, sometimes, with the bodies or holding the bodies down. The boy with the scar that cuts through his speech, who’s followed us here to the Elizabeth Zane Memorial …

A Civil War Veteran… [Poem]

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A Civil War Veteran from Indiana Recalls Visiting with Walt Whitman in a Washington Hospital — Robert, Krapf, 1993 Even now, as I stare into the fire, I can see him sitting there, that lonely old man whose eyes fluttered like quail roosting beyond the snowy white bush of his whiskers and hair. At first when I came to at …

Walt, The Wounded [Poem]

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— W.S. Di Piero, 1990 The whole world was there, plucking their linen, half-bald, mumbling, sucking on their moustache tips. Broadway was still in business and they asked no favors. All the cracked ribs of Fredericksburg, the boys who held their tongues at Chancellorsville as the bandages, mule shit, skin and shot overran the Rappahannock’s banks and poured it in …

Nurse Whitman [Poem]

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— Sharon Olds, 1980 You move between the soldiers’ cots the way I move among my dead, their white bodies laid out in lines. You bathe the forehead, you bathe the lip, the cock, as I touch my father, as if the language were a form of life. You write their letters home, I take the dictation of his firm …

Walt Whitman in the Civil War Hospitals [Poem]

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— David Ignatow, 1970 Prescient, my hands soothing their foreheads, by my love I earn them. in their presence I am wretched as death. They smile to me of love. They cheer me and I smile. These are stones in the catapulting world; they fly, bury themselves in flesh, in a wall, in earth; in midair break against each other …