#when lilacs in the dooryard bloom'd

[normallyparenthetical]

George Crumb - Apparition: Elegiac Songs and Vocalises Performed by Ellie Jarrett and Dr. Andrew Hudson

If tumblr only links the first song, the full playlist is here. Apparently today is the anniversary of Whitman’s birth.  I don’t know much Whitman, but his elegy for Lincoln, When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd, is one of my favourite poems. I recently became aware of this song cycle by Crumb “based on texts from” Lilacs, and decided to use the anniversary to listen to it for the first time.  As that designation suggests, it is by no means a setting of the (long) poem.  Instead, it concentrates on the poem’s evocation of the apparition of Death and the poet’s Carol of Death.  The work is atmospheric and intriguing, and I now want to track down a score to become more familiar.

#George Crumb #Walt Whitman #When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd #Apparition #Ellie Jarrett #Andrew Hudson

[culturevulturette]

From When the Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d 

Lo, the most excellent sun so calm and haughty, The violet and purple morn with just felt breezes, The gentle soft-born measureless light, The miracles spreading bathing all, the fullfill’d noon, The coming eve delicious, the welcome night and the stars, Over my cities shining all, enveloping man and land. Sing on, sing on, you gray-brown bird, Sing from the swamps, the recesses, pour your chant from the bushes, Limitless out of dusk, out of the cedars and pines. Sing on dearest brother, warble your reedy song, Loud human song, with voice of uttermost woe.

Walt Whitman

#poetry #when lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd #walt whitman

[postmodernismruinedme]

"Prais'd be the fathomless universe."

Walt Whitman, When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd

#quote #literary quotes #poetry #poem #walt whitman #universe #green academia #When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd

[caitrionavalmai]

My favourite poem~

“When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd” - Walt Whitman

4

In the swamp in secluded recesses,

A shy and hidden bird is warbling a song.

Solitary the thrush,

The hermit withdrawn to himself, avoiding the settlements,

Sings by himself a song.

Song of the bleeding throat,

Death’s outlet song of life, (for well dear brother I know,

If thou wast not granted to sing thou would’st surely die.)

#cvrh97 #Walt Whitman #When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd #passage 4 #grief

[petaltexturedskies]

In the dooryard fronting an old farm-house near the white-wash’d palings, stands the lilac-bush tall-growing with heart-shaped leaves of rich green, with many a pointed blossom rising delicate, with the perfume strong I love, with every leaf a miracle—and from this bush in the dooryard, with delicate-color’d blossoms and heart-shaped leaves of rich green, a sprig with its flower I break.

Walt Whitman, from "When Lilacs Last in The Dooryard Bloom'd" in Leaves of Grass

#walt whitman #leaves of grass #spring

[thetableintheback]

blue eyes crying in the rain - willie nelson / winds change - orville peck / this is the last time - keane / dance macabre - ghost / hostages - the howl and the hum / ode to the whitman line "when lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd - kimiko hahn

[When we kissed goodbye and parted/I knew we'd never meet again.

Lost my way on the other side/I know why, I don't know when/From the way that we said goodbye/I knew I'd never see you again.

This is the last time/That I will say these words/I remember the first time/The first of many lies.

How could it end like this?/There's a sting in the way you kiss me/Something within your eyes said it could be the last time.

This is how we die/ Become just you and I/You turn round and smile/One final time.

so tell me finally, is last as in the last time or to make something last]

#web weaving #parallels #willie nelson #orville peck #keane #ghost #the howl and the hum #kimiko hahn #poetry #lyrics #from the table #wow i haven't made one of these in a while #can't think of a title but. here you go

[tortoisesshells]

2023 year in review fic writer asks: 1, 4, 18. and 26! <3

What’s something new that you tried in a fic this year? How did it turn out and would you do it again?

There's a scrapped version of chapter 30 of Customs and Duties where Nellie and Norrington fucked, which required a not completely improbable sequence of events - and also Nellie (who has, while notably more impulsive when feeling cornered, been pretty aware of what constitutes her best interests) to risk getting (1) knocked up, (2) outside of marriage, (3) in Boston, in 1739, (4) to a man who still has the power of life and death over her if and when she ever fesses up to that time she accidentally caused the death of one of his officers and even if they're getting along very well - well. Annoyingly, even though that version of the chapter didn't make it to publication, there was some good characterization in there, chiefly: “– Or I will retaliate. You’re only human, too.” “I don’t think I am,” he said, and then, when she must have made a face, “I mean ticklish, Nellie.” That was easily tested, at least – and though she ought to have been pinning the bodice of her gown back together, and though (she reminded herself) she was too old and serious to be acting like a girl – she lunged, and got her hands under his still-untucked shirt before he could stop her. Not that he made a sincere effort at it: he was too busy schooling his expression into complete neutrality.

“I know you,” she huffed, after she could see him biting down his laughter, “Don’t put that on with me to prove a point.”

“You were saying I enjoy coming out the victor, earlier.” “You’re a marvel of nature. That which you do that should irritate me somehow becomes irritatingly endearing.”

4. What piece of media inspired you the most?

By sheer volume (and word count!), it was 1899 - I even did my first proper fic exchange for it! I suppose all that rage about it getting shitcanned for spurious reasons by Netflix was good for something.

18. What was the hardest fic to title?

I mostly wrote little ficlets this year, and those are always pretty easy to title for whatever reason; I think it's got to be labor, And the infinite separate houses - It was long, hefty, and I still have no clear feeling for titling things for Dark Shadows. I picked a quote from Whitman on a fairly tenuous association (main character associated with lilac perfume - gave her a lilac-embroidered kerchief as a fetch-quest - aha! "When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd"!). It wasn't perfect, but it did the job.

26. If you had to choose one, what was THE most satisfying writing moment of your year?

Truthfully, 2023 was more of a winter of discontents for writing, but I am genuinely happy with how ch. 29 of Customs turned out. The stargazing section may be my favorite thing I've written in a while!

End of Year Fic Writer Asks

#ask meme #polkaknox talks #my fic #... sorta #customs and duties

[g0ghgetter]

words ive been thinking about lately

"history of man" - maisie peters

"when lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd" - walt whitman

"everything ends" - leith ross

dead poets society

"little beast" - richard siken, crush

#sof rambles #text #dead poets society #poetry #maisie peters #leith ross #queer #walt whitman

[violettesiren]

I cannot consider scent without you, I cannot think that color so gay, so Japanese, so vernal without you; not assassination or any death in any spring. I think of you and I am man-and-woman, flawed as a Lincoln, welcoming as a window-box, and so tenderly alliterative as to draw one near— at times, perhaps, to withdraw from all—yes, without you I am without pulse in that dooryard, that blooming unfurling

so tell me finally, is last as in the last time or to make something last —to hold, to hold you, to memorize fast—

Ode to the Whitman Line “When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd” by Kimiko Hahn

#kimiko hahn

[grandhotelabyss]

For someone who’s read some Nietzsche and Schopenhauer, but knows the American transcendentalists only secondhand, where would you recommend starting with Emerson et al?

Emerson is easy to start with because he's an essayist-lecturer, so you can just go straight to the most famous pieces, each of which, except perhaps the first, can be read in an hour or two: "Nature," "The Divinity School Address," "The American Scholar," "Self-Reliance," "The Poet," "Circles," "Experience." If you like those, there's plenty more to read around in, including his journals. I've read some of those essays countless times, but never Emerson systematically—nor does he recommend reading anything systematically.

With Thoreau, if you don't want to go straight to Walden—though I do recommend Walden—you could start with the shorter pieces that give a sense of his personality, his politics, his cultural critique, and his poetics of nature: "Resistance to Civil Government," "Life Without Principle," "Walking."

I know Margaret Fuller best from "The Great Lawsuit: Man vs. Men, Woman vs. Women," her visionary feminist testament later expanded into the book Woman in the Nineteenth Century. (I've read the essay and not the book version because, like most casual readers, I encountered her both as a student and later as a teacher in the Norton Anthology.)

And then Whitman, not strictly part of the movement but the poet and the poetics to whom and which it gives birth. With him, start with Song of Myself, probably the 1855 version, the Preface to Leaves of Grass, and his elegy for Lincoln, "When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd."

The rest of the "et al." I myself know only secondhand, though the trajectory of Orestes Brownson from Transcendentalist progressive to Catholic reactionary is something I always meant to investigate more closely, as is the work of the Unitarian preacher William Ellery Channing, regarded as oracular by his contemporaries though not much read today.

#transcendentalism #american literature #ralph waldo emerson #henry david thoreau #margaret fuller #walt whitman

[adrasteiax]

(...) the lilac-bush tall-growing with heart-shaped leaves of rich green, With many a pointed blossom rising delicate, with the perfume strong I love, With every leaf a miracle—(...)

Walt Whitman, from When Lilacs Last In The Dooryard Bloom’d in “Leaves Of Grass”

#poetry #walt whitman #when lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd #leaves of grass #literature #poem #lit #from my collection #fave

[weirdbynorthwest]

Notes on Northern Exposure, S01E02: “Brains, Know-How and Native Intelligence”

We begin the episode with Chris Stevens delivering his first ever “Chris in the Morning” address on the show, in Cicely’s local radio station, KBHR, or “K-Bear”. Why “K-Bear”? Well, firstly, it’s customary for radio stations to be given easily pronounceable names inspired by their initials, for the sake of marketing. But there’s an additional fun fact regarding this particular station’s origins: both KBHR and its nick-name belong to a real-life local radio station in Big Bear City, California. Surrounded by the Alaskan wilderness, Cicely undoubtedly has more than its fair share of bears, so the nickname remains appropriate.

The subject of Chris’s speech, and a significant chunk of the episode, is the 19th century poet Walt Whitman, an American literary giant and one of Chris���s leading artistic inspirations. But not everyone approves of Whitman. Chris recalls being “blindsided by the raging fist of [his] incarcerator,” at the juvenile detention home where he spent his juvenile delinquent days. This stern authority figure told Chris, in no uncertain terms, “that Walt Whitman's homoerotic, unnatural, pornographic sentiments were unacceptable and would not be allowed in an institution dedicated to reforming the ill-formed.” Whitman’s sexuality has been the subject of endless debate, but it’s generally accepted that he was either homo- or bisexual. That Whitman, “that great bear of a man, enjoyed the pleasures of other men came as a great surprise” to Chris, leading him to “reconsider the queers [he] had previously kicked around.” Yes, Chris wasn’t always the open-minded liberal we otherwise see him as. He was, in his youth, capable of homophobic violence. This makes me, a confirmed homosexual (or “homo-romantic grey-sexual,” if we’re being particular), rather sad. It also makes me more inclined to be wary and critical of Chris in this episode.

Chris reads Whitman’s “When Lilacs in the Dooryard Bloom’d” (1865), a poem written following the end of the American Civil War (1861-1865), during a period of national mourning over the then recent assassination of former president Abraham Lincoln. The poem doesn’t explicitly identify Lincoln, but it’s generally thought that that’s who the poem was about. However, the final line of the first stanza – “And thought of him I love” – may have been presented in this scene in order to underline the topic of Whitman’s sexuality. For Whitman’s clearest expression of homosexual love in verse, one should really examine the “Calamus” sequence of poems written in or before 1859, included in the third edition of Leaves of Grass, originally published in 1855. (I nearly read some to an ex-boyfriend on his birthday once. I regret not doing that. But they were aware of the thought, and I got a lot of love for it, so it balanced out.)

We catch a glimpse of Maurice fishing whilst listening to Chris’s show. He clearly isn’t impressed by all this talk of Whitman enjoying “the pleasures of other men.” Maurice was established as being, at the very least, a sexist and racist bigot in the previous episode, so any homophobia on his part wouldn’t come as a surprise. This still doesn’t prepare the viewer for what Maurice will do next.

Meanwhile, in this week’s instalment of “Will They? Won’t They?’ Joel and Maggie are in the Brick, having a go at each other over plumbing. This argument at least feels as if it springs from a natural cause, compared to last week’s glaringly-contrived-in-order-to-establish-the-formula bickering. Joel is talking to Maggie as his landlord, about a faulty toilet. Maggie teases Joel over his lack of self-reliance: why not try fixing it himself, or go out and fertilise the scenery? She winds up calling him a “helplessness junkie”, an odd turn of phrase he’ll spend half the episode grumbling about and later delight in throwing back at her, when she visits him in his surgery over a self-inflicted knee injury.

Joel’s chauvinism is out in full force again, as he offers to treat any puncture wounds Rick may have received from Maggie walking all over him in her heels. Yecch. And then he comes on to her in a way that fictional characters in a “Will They? Won’t They?” comedy set-up routinely get away with, when he says “you’re clearly attracted to me.” Of course, the show will routinely remind us she is. But in real life, if you said something like that to someone, it would be widely and rightly considered inappropriate. Unlike the utterly irredeemable and thoroughly loathsome Ross Geller in Friends (NBC, 1994-2004), Joel is a genuinely likeable character under all the sexist asshattery the writers insist upon having him say. I hope the situation improves, and soon.

Joel remarks that he’s “not the Grizzly Adams type.” This is a reference to John “Grizzly” Adams, a nineteenth-century mountain man who hunted and trained wild animals (including, you guessed it, “grizzly” bears) for use in zoos, menageries and circuses, from New England to California. An outdoorsman and a showman (he partnered up at one point with another American icon, that jack-of-all-trades P.T. Barnum), “Grizzly” Adams became, in the popular cultural consciousness, an iteration of an American frontiersman archetype, akin to Davy Crockett. Joel does not resemble that archetype at all – but Brick proprietor Holling Vincoeur, according to Joel, does. We’ll see how that comparison bears out in the episodes and seasons to come.

Meanwhile, over at K-Bear, the “raging fist” of Maurice Minnifield comes raining down on Chris Stevens like the fist of that faceless authoritarian in Chris’s juvenile detention home. I find the violence Maurice inflicts on Chris in this episode jarring. We later learn from Joel that Maurice threw Chris through a plate-glass window. We see bruises and band-aids on Chris’s face, and his arm in a plaster cast. We learn, towards the end of the episode, that Chris snuck in a decent left-hook – but that still, to my mind, doesn’t make up for what might be one of the single most unpleasant things Maurice has done on the show.

And while we’re on the subject of violence, what about Ed’s response to Joel describing his current spat with Maggie? He asks “Did you hit her?” Where did that come from? A more uncharacteristic thing for Ed to say – even just two episodes into the show – is hard to imagine. Is it meant to suggest that Ed grew up in an environment where domestic violence was the norm? Or that Cicely’s foremost cinephile learnt everything he knows about human interaction from the movies? I don’t know. I just know that it’s a weird, discomfiting line.

Ed introduces the episode’s secondary plot, which is about Ed’s uncle Anku (Frank Sotonoma “Grey Wolf” Salsedo). Ed tells Joel that his uncle is a “witch doctor,” which briefly leads them into a variation on the famous “Who’s on First?” comedy routine.

Ed’s uncle is seriously unwell – as in, there’s blood in his urine. And blood in your urine is nothing to be sniffed at. 11 years ago I had a urinary tract infection thanks to the onset of type-one diabetes. The pain was unreal. Imagine passing red hot needles instead of water. TMI? Ah, DMY. My point is, it’s not something you can comfortably ignore. And as a doctor, Joel knows it’s not something you can afford to ignore. And so, at Ed’s behest, Joel spends a significant chunk of the episode befriending Anku and trying his best to persuade him to seek medical attention. But, unbeknownst to Anku’s family, Anku has already sought medical attention and learnt that he has prostate cancer. He just needs Joel to pressure him into swallowing his pride as a medicine man before seeking further treatment.

Joel will, in dealing with Anku, realise in an on-screen “eureka!” of an epiphany that pride is the theme binding all the episode’s narrative threads together. Anku’s pride, his own pride, Maggie’s pride, Maurice’s pride, are all wrapped up in a neat little package. Is it too neat, too tidy? Maybe, but I like it. It’s a reassuring sign that Joel’s character won’t remain static, that he’ll gain new insight into the town and its characters, learn new things and continue to develop over the course of the series.

“Keeping it in the family”: Mrs. Anku is played by Armenia Miles, the mother of Elaine Miles, who plays Joel’s secretary, Marilyn Whirlwind. In future episodes, she’ll play Marilyn’s mother.

Anku asks Joel if he’s ever seen the film Little Big Man (dir. Arthur Penn, 1970), in which Dustin Hoffman plays a man who, as a white child, was rescued and raised by a Cheyenne tribe. Is Anku drawing a connection between the Jewish actor and Jewish doctor, to whom he imparts some of his own “native intelligence”?

Joel, after explaining that he can’t keep chasing after Anku, pleads with Ed not to “do this northern brooding thing, I can’t stand Bergman films.” Is Joel intentionally using sophisticated cinema references he knows Ed will get? Because if so, that’s kinda cute. Couple that with Ed watching Joel as he sleeps, and I wonder if anyone, anywhere, at any time, has thought to ship these two characters?

As Maurice takes full control of radio K-Bear we learn he’s a huge fan of musical theatre, something that’s often been depicted as a stereotypical trait of gay men (less so these days, but very much so in the nineties). Is the episode replaying the old, unhelpful cliché that “all homophobes are repressed homosexuals”? I don’t think so. It certainly doesn’t underline or lean into that idea. As much as Maurice’s showtunes are driving the residents of Cicely crazy, he’s never mocked for the fact that he enjoys showtunes.

At a town meeting, angry Cicelians call for the reinstatement of Chris Stevens as radio presenter. Maurice isn’t having it. “One of our own, Chris Stevens, made a mistake,” he “did a bad thing” and “he had to pay for it.” What was that mistake? We get an answer, of sorts, when Maurice returns to the airwaves the next day and attempts to explain his recent behaviour. It’s a speech that causes the entire town to stop in its tracks, suggesting we should stop in our tracks too and take what Maurice is saying seriously.

Maurice recalls his devastation upon discovering, as a child, that his hero John Wayne didn’t do his own stunts. The gist of it is, Maurice doesn’t want his heroes to be humanized, to have their weaknesses exposed. “Sure, we’re all human,” but do we have to be reminded that our heroes are human too? Maurice is an advocate of the “Great Man” theory of history, the idea that the greatest achievements in human history were brought about by great men (and with his ego, he no doubt fancies himself one). Maurice wants his heroes to remain on their marble pedestals as untainted paragons of manly virtue. “We need our heroes. We need men we can look up to. Believe in. Men who walk tall.” Of course it doesn’t occur to Maurice, just as it doesn’t occur to most advocates of the “Great Man” conception of history, that those heroes could include women or minorities.

Maurice considers Walt Whitman a hero. Though “Walt Whitman was a pervert,” in Maurice’s bigoted view, “he was the best poet that America ever produced.” Maurice concedes that Whitman was, most likely, a homosexual. He’d just rather not know or be reminded of that. Because Maurice is a homophobic bigot who believes that homosexuality is a weakness, a character flaw that should be hidden from view, never to be acknowledged. But just because Maurice believes that “there are damn few of us who deserve to be called heroes” and that, despite his own bigotry, Whitman deserves the title of hero, doesn’t make Maurice less wrong or less of a bigot.

And yet, as the speech prompts Chris to go and apologise to Maurice, the episode seems to come down firmly on Maurice’s side of the argument. Not that there’s actually been an argument. No one in town has attempted to argue the opposite of Maurice’s position – that a knowledge of Whitman’s probable homosexuality does nothing to diminish him or his work. The implicit and unfortunate assumption in this episode is that it does diminish Whitman. That’s why we have Chris apologising to Maurice, saying that he also doesn’t want people reading Walt Whitman for “the wrong reasons.” What reasons are those, Chris? The only reason suggested in the episode comes from Ruth-Anne, when she tells Joel that all the Whitman has been taken out of the library as there’s “nothing like an interesting sex-life to get people reading.”

So, is Chris suggesting that he doesn’t want people reading Whitman because of his sexuality? Why not? Whitman’s “Calamus” poems meant a lot to me when I was younger, and I would never have discovered them had I not heard about Whitman’s sexuality and the poems’ reputation. I see in them a beautiful expression of the romantic feelings I then had for my ex-boyfriend, and I can’t read them now without getting misty-eyed. Like a lot of great poetry, the poems powerfully describe feelings of romantic/erotic longing, the distinction being that they clearly describe feelings of romantic/erotic longing between men. It isn’t “subtext.” You don’t have to “read between the lines.” It’s there, in the words on the page. Whitman’s sexuality informs his writing, even if his writing isn’t explicitly sexual.

Unfortunately, in the nineties there persisted this idea that homosexuality was something to be guarded against, lest it corrupt our children or our own imaginations when engaged in the intellectual enjoyment of nineteenth-century verse. Depending on where you are in the world, it’s an attitude that still persists or even prevails. And this episode of Northern Exposure appears to embody it.

For me, Whitman’s “Calamus” poems are a powerful reminder of a time in my life when I was young and happy and in love. But Chris appears to be suggesting that I’m reading Whitman wrong. Well… Fuck you Chris. There’s nothing wrong with highlighting the fact that Walt Whitman was likely gay or bi, or that a significant number of his poems appear to have been informed by his own homoerotic desire. It can do a lot of people – gay or bisexual people, for example – a lot of good to know that people who felt the way they do existed in the 19th century, and that they wrote beautiful verse you could share with a loved one.

It should be clear by now that, unlike Maurice, I don’t believe it’s a mistake to humanize our heroes. Knowing Mark Twain loves cats humanizes him. In no way does it diminish my love of Mark Twain (but then I’m a cat person, so I’m biased). Other than the very worst literary critics, who really wants to see the likes of Twain and Whitman reduced to cold, lifeless marble statues in the Pantheon of the American Literary Canon? It does us no harm, either, to learn the personal and political beliefs of our heroes, especially if we don’t want people thinking we share certain of those beliefs. Hero worship is problematic in general, but it’s impossible for us not to admire people, to have our own personal heroes. But as we grow and change over the course of our lives, we shouldn’t be afraid to update that list.

In the course of its run, Northern Exposure introduced a gay male couple; confirmed that its founders, Cicely and Roslyn, were a lesbian couple; and was the second US TV show to feature a gay wedding (the first being Roc [Fox, 1994-1994]). Northern Exposure was not only on the right side of history, it was consistently ahead of its time. If I’ve been especially hard on this episode, it’s because I know how far it falls short of the show’s future accomplishments.

#northern exposure #brains know-how and native intelligence #chris stevens #john corbett #chris in the morning #big bear city #california #cicely #alaska #walt whitman #homosexuality #homophobia #queer themes #lgbtqia #when lilacs in the dooryard bloom'd #calamus #leaves of grass #maurice minnifield #maurice j. minnifield #barry corbin #will they won't they #dr. joel fleischman #joel fleischman #rob morrow #notes on northern exposure #sunday in cicely #sundays in cicely #grizzly adams #frank salsedo

[bazpitchs-violin]

what random and odd hobby did you get from liking dps? i’ll go first

i annotate old books of poetry (the latest publication date i have is 1950) and occaisionally simp so hard over a walt whitman poem i convince someone to let me read it to them

(on that note, i will continue screaming about when lilacs last in the dooryard bloom’d)

#walt whitman #dead poets society #most of my books even have the little thoreau poem in the front of them #if i don't add it it usually means i don't like the book #i also just learned to spell thoreau because of dps #poetry is underrated tbh #like can we just appreciate it for what it is instead of making it a thing #if i wanna think when lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd is an angsty love poem let me think it #it doesn't make a difference #keating would love it either way #he'd also encourage different viewpoints of the poetry #consider not only what the author thinks but what you think too man #the legend said so

[godzilla-reads]

Poems to Die in the Forest To

“The Garden” by Andrew Marvell

“The Singing Woman From the Wood’s Edge” by Edna St. Vincent Millay

“The Last Mowing” by Robert Frost

“When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d” by Walt Whitman

“If I Should Die” by Emily Dickinson

“Requiescat” by Oscar Wilde

#poems to die in a forest to #poetry #poems #poetry list #poems list #godzilla reads #poetry recs #poetry reads #poetry reading #andrew marvell #the garden #the singing woman from the wood's edge #edna st. vincent millay #the last mowing #robert frost #when lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd #walt whitman #if i should die #emily dickinson #requiescat #oscar wilde #books and poetry #book blog #book blurb #reading #reads #bookblr #bookblogger #booklr

[familiarquotation]

so tell me finally, is last as in the last time or to make something last —to hold, to hold you, to memorize fast—

Kimiko Hahn, Ode to the Whitman Line “When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd”

#kimiko hahn #ode to the whitman line when lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd #walt whitman #whitman #when lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd #poetry #poem #Poems #poet #poetry about poetry #words #quotes #quote #quotations #quotation #Daily Quotes #yes i did sign up to get a poem a day in my email #bc thats what i need in my life is more emails #but theyre poems so theyre not stressful it works #anyone this was from my first one and i love it so much

[petaltexturedskies]

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom’d, and the great star early droop’d in the western sky in the night, I mourn’d, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.

Walt Whitman, from "When Lilacs Last in The Dooryard Bloom'd" in Leaves of Grass

#walt whitman #spring #leaves of grass