And then there's Emily's (somewhat) slant critique of Whitman's "Song of Myself":
Emily to Walt
O vatic Walt, you loom so large—
A One-Man multitude—
An Ark—an overflowing Barge
Of Infinitude!
O Walt of whitecaps, Waves of Words—
My Quaint small vessels, tightly
Measured, sail in minor worlds,
But yours—through cyclones—Mighty.
O Skipper Walt! You sing of bathers—
Lovers and beloved—
Frolicking near sandy shores,
All welcomed—none refused.
O Walt, who shouts the Yes of Being
From your Mainmast’s top—
I can’t contain my Querying
Of your—Barbaric—Yawp!
First appeared in Amsterdam Quarterly; later in Ghost Trees
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Ralph
Last edited by RCL; 08-18-2023 at 02:26 PM.
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