Walt Whitman

Whitman on Walls: Seven Tupelo Poets Wrestle with “Song of Myself” During the pandemic, the theater group Compagnia […]

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I. My restless, I wait for youon the emerald lawn. My fingerswrite a dictionary, pen your faceupon the […]

“I was asking for something specific and perfect for my city.” From “Manhatta” by Walt Whitman This irony […]

To end in nebula or flower, fiber of your blood— Sun catches the […]

KB Kinkel is a writer based in Massachusetts. His poems, interviews, and reviews have appeared or are forthcoming […]

In saying the midnight the breast the darknesshe pushes the one we have conqueredover the captain the quarter […]

To Walt Whitman on “Gratitude” Through me many long dumb voices,—Whitman, “Song of Myself,” 24, line 15 My […]

We are speaking and singing with pigeons and grasses and rooftops, with paintings and choruses and a deep robust […]