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Walt Whitman - Leaves Of Grass 1855 Edition

Walt Whitman's collection, "Leaves of Grass" began with this 1855 edition which was printed with only 12 poems.  Over the course of Whitman's life he added hundreds more poems to the collection.  We will read all 12 of the original poems together (and feel free to read them in advance, too).

Here are all of the poems online:

http://web.archive.org/web/20080609223721/http://etext.lib.virginia.edu/toc/modeng/public/Whi55LG.html

Here is an edition that has only the original poems, but any edition will have the original 12.

http://www.amazon.com/Leaves-Grass-Original-Edition-Editions/dp/0486456765

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  • Vanessa

    ..thanks for having me,guys!..looks like I showed up with beard..not good for proper gal like me..not surprising maybe but bit much for me even..hope my pictures weren`t too much..good food afterward..hope I didn`t thwart further perusing of "Leaves of Grass" by some of my talk..will try and curb any badness future badness..rockin` company,food and discussion...:)

    April 10, 2014

  • Rick O.

    From my all-time favorite Whitman poem - "Spontaneous Me"

    The limpid liquid within the young man, The vexed corrosion, so pensive and so painful, The torment—the irritable tide that will not be at rest, The like of the same I feel—the like of the same in others, The young man that flushes and flushes, and the young woman that flushes and flushes, The young man that wakes, deep at night, the hot hand seeking to repress what would master him; The mystic amorous night—the strange half-welcome pangs, visions, sweats, The pulse pounding through palms and trembling encircling fingers—the young man all color’d, red, ashamed, angry; The souse upon me of my lover the sea, as I lie willing and naked, The merriment of the twin-babes that crawl over the grass in the sun, the mother never turning her vigilant eyes from them,

    April 9, 2014

  • A former member
    A former member

    It would be great to read these outside if the weather is nice enough!

    April 9, 2014

    • Brian

      54 degrees sounds promising.

      April 9, 2014

  • Three S.

    Yay!!

    April 6, 2014

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