Reviews for I hear you smiling, and other poems

The average rating for I hear you smiling, and other poems based on 2 reviews is 5 stars.

Review # 1 was written on 2007-10-10 00:00:00 Greg Carnevale Walt Whitman's words feel like an optimistic presence. I Hear America Singing is the depiction of America as an energetic nation that is progressing with mirth. In the poem, Whitman presents "the varied carols" of different occupations - male and female. The masculine rendition of work comes first, followed with the feminine gentleness; gentleness and delicate intricacies of the "carols", however, are mingled throughout. What makes the poem delightful is how the diversity gets unified and forms the idea on which the concept of nation relies.

Review # 2 was written on 2017-11-08 00:00:00 Elzbieta Biessek-piechota okay. måske dumt af mig at læse en digtsamling der handler om "america & freedom & democracy". ruller øjne. men "I hear america singing" lyder smukt i sig selv og walt whitman har haft legendestatus siden døde poeters klub. hvis et digt startede med "america" skimmede jeg det bare. nogle af dem var dybt patriotiske, og det er fandme svært at læse digte, der dømmer et land, som har eksisteret i mindre end 100 år, værende verdens forbillede ' give me a break. specielt når man tænker på det er et sted mellem 1819-1892. yikes. MEN. whitman er forevigt prosaprosaprosa og overraskende mange (tiden taget i mente) var en hyldest til alle verdens hjørner og kulturer, og ikke engang med udgangspunkt i nordamerika (nice). selvom et par af disse blev ret opremsende, var der alligevel små guldstykker, som mindede mere om "give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free" frem for "oh say can you see blahblah star spangled banner". her er det eneste digt på alle 100 sider der fik et æseløre: A CLEAR MIDNIGHT This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless, Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done, Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou loves best, Night, sleep, death and the stars.