English Final Poetry Lines

Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else,

“I hear america singing” - Walt whitman

Each person has their own individuality, which helps to create the carrols of america

For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

Song of myself 1 - Walt whitman

he is the image of america, so he must contain the reader, an american.

I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard,

song of myself 1 - walt whitman

I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard,

The rest did not see her, but she saw them and loved them.

song of myself 11 - walt whitman

how she will never be seen and loved because she can not step out of the house, but the men can experience the world and be loved.

Whoever degrades another degrades me,
And whatever is done or said returns at last to me.

Song of myself 24 - walt whitman

we are all together as one america. Hurting another is tantamount to hurting ones self

Through me many long dumb voices,

Song of myself canto 24 - Walt whitman

the people who do not have voices

Through me forbidden voices,
Voices of sexes and lusts, voices veil’d and I remove the veil,

Song of myself canto 24 - Walt whitman

Walt whitman will not censur himself

 The scent of these armpits aroma finer than prayer,

Song of myself canto 24 - Wat whitman

Human nature is the greatest miracle

I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contain’d,
I stand and look at them long and long.

Song of myself Canto 31-32 - walt whitman

Animals, because of their simplicity and lack of god, live closer to truth and harmony than many humans do

I know I have the best of time and space, and was never measured and never will be measured.

Song of myself 46-48 - walt whitman

America is the best place he can be and nothing can compare

Not I, not any one else can travel that road for you, 

You must travel it for yourself

song of myself canto 46-48 - walt whitman

Whitman emphasizez that you must make your own choices

I teach straying from me, yet who can stray from me?

song of myself canto 46 - 48 - walt whitman

Whitman is everything, so nothing escapes his influence, and he is a teacher

I have said that the soul is not more than the body,

And I have said that the body is not more than the soul,

Song of myself Canto 46-48 - Walt whitman

Saying that the soul and body are one and you can not stop the desires of the body

The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains of my gab and my loitering.

I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable,

Song of myself (canto 52) - walt whitman

Walt Whitman is like the hawk and will not be tames

I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.

Sing of myself (canto 52) - walt whitman

His poetry is loud and wild and not restrained. He wants his voice to be heard across the roofs of the world - everyone, not just the elite

I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars,

Song of myself (canto 31 -31) Walt whitmen

Nature is the most impressive thing in the universe

Creeds and schools in abeyance,

Canto 1 Song of myself - walt whitman

We should look away from Europeen messages and create our own American story

I loaf and invite my soul,

I lean and loaf at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.

Canto 1 Song of myself - walt whitman

he is trying to connect his soul to his body? While also showing that nature gives him peace

Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged,

Missing me one place search another,

I stop somewhere waiting for you.

Canto 52 (walt whitman) Song of myself

Even is you do not immediately understand his work, he will wait for you until you get it

But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,

And filter and fibre your blood.

Canto 52 (walt whitman) song of myself

Nature is good for you. Walt whitman will be in the grass

That perches in the soul—

And sings the tune without the words—

And never stops—at all—

Hope is a thing with feathers 254 (emily dickenson):

Hope is relentless and never stops

But I tug childish at my bars—

Only to fail again!

I never hear the word “escape” (emily dickenson):

She is trapped, not by real bars, but by societies

Then—close the Valves of her attention—

Like Stone—

The soul chooses her own society 303 (emily dickenson)

Now, she has decided to cut off all attention to any husband

Much Sense—the starkest Madness—

'Tis the Majority

In this, as All, prevail—

Assent—and you are sane—

Demur—you’re straightway dangerous—

much madness is divinest sense 435 (emily dickenson)

the society chooses what is sane and insane. And if you disagree you are dangerous and if you agree than you are sane.

For that last Onset—when the King

Be witnessed—in the Room—

I heard a Fly buzz — when I died (465) emily dickenson

Every person is waiting for the king because they think it is an important moment. However, a fly interupts and shows that death is really not as big of a thing as people make it out to be.

For only Gossamer, my Gown—

My Tippet—only Tulle—

Because I could not stop for death (712 emily dickenson)

This is an image of Emily dickenson in a dress about to be married. This is very important for the idea of the poem because it shows that when she marries someone, parts of her will dye.

She dreams a little, and she feels the dark

Encroachment of that old catastrophe,

sunday morning canto I Wallace stevens

Idea: The women feels guilty because she is reminded of sunday morning.

The sky will be much friendlier then than now,

sunday morning Canto III Wallace stevens

If we embrace that reality is paradise, then the sky no longer seems like a barrier to heaven, but just another beautiful thing about the human experience

But when the birds are gone, and their warm fields

Return no more, where, then, is paradise?”

Sunday morning Canto IV Wallace stevens

This is the crucial question, if nature is paradise, than what happens when it leaves? There is not any haunt or prophecy that is the answer it is still nature. Even though these things are fleeting they will always come again like april greens.

Death is the mother of beauty; hence from her,

Alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams

Sunday morning Canto V wallace stevens

Idea:

Death is what allows the cycle of fulfilment and satiates our constant desire for some imperishable bliss

She causes boys to pile new plums and pears

On disregarded plate. The maidens taste

Sunday morning (canto V wallace stevens)

death is what influences us to do things that seem meaningless. The buety death provides inspires humans to work