Whitman was born at the beginning of19th century and died at the end of19th century. He is one of the most representative and famous American poets in the19th century. He has nine brothers and sisters, and Whitman is the second in the family. Whitman only attended school for six years when he was a child, and then worked as an apprentice in a printing factory. He basically taught himself. He likes reading Homer, Shakespeare and Dante very much. These three heavyweight masters have a far-reaching influence on his future writing and creation.
I have worked in a printing factory for several years, worked as a teacher in a school, worked as an editor and freelance writer in a newspaper and worked as a reporter. He is free and easy by nature, and likes to wander around in all walks of life and groups and get close to the masses, which is also reflected in his work style.
1855, the first edition of Leaves of Grass came out. At that time, a * * contained 12 poems. When the ninth edition of Leaves of Grass was published, there were 383 poems in the collection of poems. The longest poem is called My Song, which is a * * *.
Whitman is not only an excellent poet, but also a humanist and an excellent democratic fighter. During the civil war, he took the initiative to go to Washington as a nurse to take care of the wounded. At that time, his life was very difficult. He can only make a living by copying, but all the money he saved is spent on the wounded. During his two years as a nurse, he contacted about100000 soldiers, many of whom kept in touch with him in the future.
1March 26th, 892 128 years ago today, Whitman died at the age of 73. Today, I choose my favorite part from Whitman's eight most representative poems to share with you. Let us feel Whitman's Wind in the Grass in these wonderful poems.
I hear America singing,
I hear all kinds of songs,
The songs of those mechanics,
Everyone is singing his naturally happy and magnificent song.
-from "I hear America singing Whitman"
A silent and patient spider,
I noticed that it stood alone on a small cape.
Notice how it looks at the emptiness around it,
It shoots silk, silk, silk, from its own small,
Silk blooms from the yarn and speeds up tirelessly.
-Excerpted from Whitman the Silent and Patient Spider.