Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman With emphasis on Song of Myself
Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman
With emphasis on Song of Myself
My first encounter with Walt Whitman took place in the 80s. In a strange place: Strandul Studentesc, near a lake, in a “Students’ Premises”. The show directed and played by Florian Pittis, was taking place there. I was Thunderstruck.
After that, Norocel kept reciting from Song of Myself. Norocel used to be one of my best friends, for about 5 years the very best friend. He died- may he rest in peace.
I recently read again Song of Myself and Leaves of Grass-most of it.
For a strange reason, this is the only book that I found more appealing in Romanian than in the original language.
This why, instead of too much commentary, I will just write down the verses that I loved most:
I celebrate myself, and sing myself, and what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. I loaf and invite my soul, I lean and loaf at my ease observing a spear of summer grass. My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this air, Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same, I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin, Hoping to cease not till death. Creeds and schools in abeyance,
Houses and rooms are full of perfumes, the shelves are crowded with perfumes, I breathe the fragrance myself and know it and like it, The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it. The atmosphere is not a perfume…
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