tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475828309599425693.post3345471409793344147..comments2023-03-26T00:22:57.123-07:00Comments on LitArt: Walt WhitmanLitArthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15129670011489641631noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475828309599425693.post-11412087098319322612011-01-07T14:38:45.343-08:002011-01-07T14:38:45.343-08:00:)))))))):))))))))LitArthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15129670011489641631noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475828309599425693.post-11486145633587111742011-01-07T02:40:13.453-08:002011-01-07T02:40:13.453-08:00:) Yep. I even tried to organize something like th...:) Yep. I even tried to organize something like the society in the movie. The thing is that most people are not really enthusiastic about poetry.Bayandur Poghosyanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16595721080066083154noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475828309599425693.post-5761955329867014052010-12-24T14:27:35.552-08:002010-12-24T14:27:35.552-08:00O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;...O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;<br />Rise up--for you the flag is flung for you the bugle trills,<br />For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths for you the shores a-crowding,<br />For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;<br />Here Captain! dear father!<br />This arm beneath your head!<br />It is some dream that on the deck,<br />You've fallen cold and dead.<br /><br />Me too, have been in love with Whitman once I watched the movie "Dead Poets Society"-one of my most favorite movies!!!!!!!!!!!!LitArthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15129670011489641631noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475828309599425693.post-71473004423598100652010-12-21T02:45:26.869-08:002010-12-21T02:45:26.869-08:00And they say movies degrade people;) I learned of ...And they say movies degrade people;) I learned of Whiteman from the movie "Dead Poets Society", been in love with him ever since:)))<br />My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;<br />My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;<br />The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;<br />From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;<br /> Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!<br /> But I, with mournful tread,<br /> Walk the deck my Captain lies,<br /> Fallen cold and dead.Bayandur Poghosyanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16595721080066083154noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475828309599425693.post-29027095718008490382010-12-10T13:03:54.198-08:002010-12-10T13:03:54.198-08:00Walt Whitman is best describes the southern United...Walt Whitman is best describes the southern United States, except Faulner, is a genius in prose, and in some ways reminiscent of Russian literature. Thank you very much for the post AniAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10417490845996412695noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475828309599425693.post-67041437408834378212010-12-10T11:59:04.795-08:002010-12-10T11:59:04.795-08:00You grew up with me, were a boy with me or a girl ...You grew up with me, were a boy with me or a girl with me,<br /><br />I ate with you and slept with you, your body has become not yours<br /><br />only nor left my body mine only,...<br />:))))Mananahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03689240512485113162noreply@blogger.com