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The Grass Speaks To W W

by Philip F De Pinto




Old man
You may not know
Who or what I am
To instruct the child accordingly
But I can positively say mine
Is an affinity with things trampled and mown
And grazed by ruminant urges
And never anything which can grow
Or die with any length of grace or old age


02/09/2014

Posted on 02/09/2014
Copyright © 2024 Philip F De Pinto

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Dane Campbell on 02/09/14 at 03:05 PM

Beautifully done.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/09/14 at 03:38 PM

So this is where I like to push that "brilliant" button. Goes straight to my favorites, Philip. I love Whitman, but I've always cringed at his "leaves" instead of "blades" of grass.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/09/14 at 04:03 PM

As a long time fan of WW, I have a bias of enjoying anything even remotely connected to him, such as your poem. Oh Captain My Captain...

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 02/09/14 at 10:36 PM

A worthy tribute to Whitman.

Posted by Nadia Gilbert Kent on 02/10/14 at 03:04 AM

What a sweet gulp of air.

Posted by Johnny Crimson on 02/10/14 at 02:00 PM

Hot Stuff!!

Posted by George Hoerner on 02/11/14 at 12:40 AM

I've loved his work for some time and you have done well to reflect on him. Lovely.

Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 02/13/14 at 02:25 PM

*****STELLAR***** thank you Philip

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