Finally, I Get It
I confess that I never understood what Walt Whitman meant by “Leaves of Grass.” But, I finally get it. Or at least, I think I do. If my interpretation of the accompanying image is somewhat accurate, then “leaves” are simply “pages,” as in pages of poetry. This might seem totally obvious for many learn’d people, but it just became apparent to me. Perhaps I should have been forced to read more Whitman in high school. But reading it now, on […]
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