'Beloved Renegade' is a meditation on Walt Whitman, on tenderness, on dying.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Walt Whitman defended the sacredness of love, the purity of passion - the passion that builds every home and fills the world with art and song.
Some of his own closeness to nature, his great love for human beings, was passed on by Whitman to all of us who knew and loved him.
I always knew in my heart Walt Whitman's mind to be more like my own than any other man's living. As he is a very great scoundrel this is not a pleasant confession.
I think Whitman more than any other poet possessed the gift of revealing to others the beauty of everything around us, the beauty of nature, the beauty of human beings.
The poet does not fear death, not because he believes in the fantasy of heroes, but because death constantly visits his thoughts and is thus an image of a serene dialogue.
Walt Whitman is the only great modern poet who does not seem to experience discord when he faces his world. Not even solitude - his monologue is a universal chorus.
A good poem looks life straight in the face, unflinching, sincere, equal to revelation through loss or gain.
It is the sincerest thing I have written, caught by the drama of a soul struggling in the contrary toils of love and religion - death brought them into harmony.
Poetry is the lifeblood of rebellion, revolution, and the raising of consciousness.
Beloved, till life can charm no more; And mourned, till Pity's self be dead.
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