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Robert Quilter (10/1/2008 10:07:00 AM)
I like the idea of a year that doesn't deserve a poem, or it's too important to be 'belittled' by a poet trying to rhyme his work. Love the last line '..you hurrying, crashing, sad, distracted year...' 1989 was a little like that for me. |
Sean Andrews (4/22/2008 11:09:00 PM)
A synopsis of the year 1861, first and foremost a year of war. The Civil War, 'blue clothes' Whitman is a Northerner from New York. The war reaches into the lives of workmen, and the lives of presidents Lincoln (from Illinois) elected in 1861, heard across the continent, this year of war...across mountains (Alleghanies) , lakes, rivers and south the war spreads in 1861. A year of war, rifles and cannon... |
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