LEAVES O F GRASS(草叶集)
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品牌: WWalt Whitman
基本信息·出版社：Bantam Doubleday Dell Publishing Group Inc
·页码：117 页
·出版日期：1983年
·ISBN：0553211161
·条形码：9780553211160
·包装版本：1版
·装帧：平装
·开本：16
·正文语种：英语
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内容简介《LEAVES O F GRASS(草叶集)》One of the great innovative figures in American letters,Walt Whitman created a daringly new kind of poetry that became a major force in world literature. Leaves of Grass is his one book. First published in 1855 with only twelve poems, it was greeted by Ralph Waldo Emerson as "the wonderful gift.., the most extraordinary piece of wit and wisdom that America has yet contributed."Over the course of Whitman"s life, the book reappeared in many versions, expanded and transformed as the author"s experiences and the nation"s history changed and grew. Whitman"s ambition was to create something uniquely American. In that he succeeded. His poems have been woven into the very fabric of the American character. From his solemn masterpieces "When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom"d" and "Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking" to the joyous freedom of "Song of Myself," "I Sing the Body Electric," and "Song of the Open Road," Whitman"s work lives on, an inspiration to the poets of later generations.
编辑推荐《LEAVES O F GRASS(草叶集)》为Bantam Doubleday Dell Publishing Group Inc出版发行。
目录
Editor's Introduction vii
Facsimile Frontispiece 2
Facsimile Title Page 3
Whitman's Introduction 5
Song of Myself 25
A Song for Occupations 87
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文摘I dote on myself, there is that lot of me and all so luscious, Each moment and whatever happens thrills me with joy, I cannot tell howmy ankles bend, nor whence the cause of my
faintest wish, Nor the cause of the friendship I emit, nor the cause of the
friendship I take again. That I walk up my stoop, I pause to consider if it really be, A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the
metaphysics of books. To behold the day-break！ The little light fades the immense and diaphanous shadows, The air tastes good to my palate. HeRs of the moving world at innocent gambols silently rising
freshly exuding, Scooting obliquely high and low. Something I cannot see puts upward libidinous prongs, Seas of bright juice suffuse heaven. The earth by the sky staid with, the daily close of their
junction, The heav'd challenge from the east that moment over my head, The mocking taunt. See then whether you shall be master！