How dare one say it?
After the cycles, poems, singers, plays,
Vaunted Ionia's, India's -Homer, Shakespeare -the long, long times, thick
dotted roads, areas,
The shining clusters and the Milky Ways of stars -Nature's pulses reaped,
All retrospective passions, heroes, war, love, adoration,
All ages' plummets dropped to their utmost depths,
All human lives, throats, wishes, brains -all experiences' utterance;
After the countless songs, or long or short, all tongues, all lands,
Still something not yet told in poesy's voice or print -something lacking,
(Who knows? the best yet unexpressed and lacking.)
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I love this poem as well. I agree with shadowtiger's interpretation nearly exactly. To me, this is saying that although many poets have spoken on so many things, sometimes repeating those who have come before them, there is always a different way of expression and thousand new things to say. And I too enjoyed the specific citations. I love this piece.
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Wow, this piece was wonderful! This should be every Poet's favorite poem, ever. The specific citations were a great touch, and I personally felt connected to Whitman as I read this. It would've been wonderful if he had written a companion piece about writer's block, though, but this was a great read nonetheless.
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He's speaking of all the poets and writers and all they have said, and that yet.. there is still more to be said.. expression never ends, and there is always something left unsaid for the next poet to say
at least that's my take. -
I'm not sure I completely understand this one, which makes me feel somewhat dense, for some reason. We say one thing, when the truth is soemthing else? We are all hidden by masks, and lying about it? It makes me think.....
~always
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