Thoughts. by Walt Whitman

The reason I chose Thoughts is because it stood out to me. I really didn't like many of Walt Whitman's poems so the fact that i liked this one was great. I really understood this poem and I'm not a big fan of poetry.I believe that Walt Whitman was a great poet and I hope to find more poets like him.

Thoughts. by Walt Whitman

OF Public Opinion; 

Of a calm and cool fiat, sooner or later, (How impassive! How certain and final!)
Of the President with pale face, asking secretly to himself, What will the people say
at
last?
Of the frivolous Judge—Of the corrupt Congressman, Governor, Mayor—Of such as
these,
standing helpless and exposed;
Of the mumbling and screaming priest—(soon, soon deserted;)
Of the lessening, year by year, of venerableness, and of the dicta of officers, statutes,
pulpits, schools;
Of the rising forever taller and stronger and broader, of the intuitions of men and women,
and
of self-esteem, and of personality;
—Of the New World—Of the Democracies, resplendent, en-masse;
Of the conformity of politics, armies, navies, to them and to me,
Of the shining sun by them—Of the inherent light, greater than the rest,
Of the envelopment of all by them, and of the effusion of all from them.

Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman was an american poet. He transformed from an unoriginal and conventional poet into one who abruptly abandoned conventional rhyme and meter and, in jottings begun at this time, exploiteds the odd loveliness of homely imagery, finding beauty in the commonplace but expressing it in an uncommon way. He worked for a lawyer for his first job, and then for a newspaper. Walt was both a romanticist and a realist because he wrote both types of poems.

Walt Whitman Poem

 O Captain! My Captain! 

O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; -Walt Whitman was an american poet
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

Small Town vs. Big City

I would prefer to live in a small town because in a big city there are sirens and cars all the time and they are over crowded. In a small town you know just about everyone, there aren't as many cars or sirens, and it's safer. The crime rate in a small town is smaller because there are less people.

Sophmore year

My sophmore year is not exactly as I pictured it but it is really close. I have tons of homework and at the begining of the year we are going over all the stuff we learned about last year. Being a freshman you are the youngest and smallest people in the school no matter your size. Being a sophmore is totally different because there are smaller people than you. My goal this year is to pass all of my classes and get really good grades.