Reconciliation Poem by Walt Whitman

Reconciliation

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WORD over all, beautiful as the sky!
Beautiful that war, and all its deeds of carnage, must in time be
utterly lost;
That the hands of the sisters Death and Night, incessantly softly
wash again, and ever again, this soil'd world:
... For my enemy is dead--a man divine as myself is dead;
I look where he lies, white-faced and still, in the coffin--I draw
near;
I bend down, and touch lightly with my lips the white face in the
coffin.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Robert Howard 13 August 2006

The revolutionary war determined who we are not. (subjects of a distant realm) The Civil War determined who we are and must be. Walt Whitman help guide us throught the unspeakable pain it took to become a real nation.

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