教案美国文学whitman

1、Walt Whitman(1819-1892)Injun JoeI HEAR AMERICA SINGINGI hear America singing, the varied carols I hear;Those of mechanics, each one singing his, as it should be, blithe and strong;The carpenter singing his, as he measures his plank or beam,The mason singing his, as he makes ready for work, or leaves

2、 off work;The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boatthe deckhand singing on the steamboat deck;The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as he stands;The wood-cutters song, the ploughboys, on his way in the morning, or at the noon intermission or at sundown;The delic

3、ious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at work, or of the girl sewing or washing,Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else;The day what belongs to the dayat night, the party of young fellows, robust, friendly,Singing, with open mouths, their strong melodious songs.TO YOUStra

4、nger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me?And why should I not speak to you?Edward Holmes analyzes Whitman as being intensely emotional, intensely self-conscious, intensely optimistic, and intensely American. We might add to this the one all-inclusive cha

5、racteristic, and say he was intensely human. No one ever lived who was more normally and unmistakably a man. Lincolns estimate squares true with every atom of his being, “Well, he looks like a man!”Though he had had an affair of the heart and knew the joys and the tragedy of illicit love, he had nev

6、er been legally married and so had none of the responsibilities of a family resting upon him.He carried in his haversack all sorts of articles that would meet the needs of the patients or cheer them in their confinement. For one he would write a letter, from another take a dying message for loved on

7、e, to another give a comrades manly farewell kiss.L. W. Payne, American Literary Readings (1917), p.p. 72-78Among the MultitudeAMONG the men and women, the multitude,I perceive one picking me out by secret and divine signs,Acknowledging none elsenot parent, wife, husband, brother, child, any nearer

8、than I am;Some are baffledBut that one is notthat one knows me.Ah, lover and perfect equal!I meant that you should discover me so, by my faint indirections;And I, when I meet you, mean to discover you by the like in you.What think You I take my Pen in Hand?WHAT think you I take my pen in hand to rec

9、ord?The battle-ship, perfect-modeld, majestic, that I saw pass the offing to-day under full sail?The splendors of the past day? Or the splendor of the night that envelopes me?Or the vaunted glory and growth of the great city spread around me?No;But I record of two simple men I saw to-day, on the pie

10、r, in the midst of the crowd, parting the parting of dear friends;The one to remain hung on the others neck, and passionately kissd him,While the one to depart, tightly prest the one to remain in his arms.When I peruse the Conquerd FameWHEN I peruse the conquerd fame of heroes, and the victories of

11、mighty generals, I do not envy the generals,Nor the President in his Presidency, nor the rich in his great house;But when I hear of the brotherhood of lovers, how it was with them,How through life, through dangers, odium, unchanging, long and long,Through youth, and through middle and old age, how u

12、nfaltering, how affectionate and faithful they were,Then I am pensiveI hastily walk away, filld with the bitterest envy.Whoever You are, Holding Me now in HandWHOEVER you are, holding me now in hand,Without one thing, all will be useless,I give you fair warning, before you attempt me further,I am no

13、t what you supposed, but far different.Who is he that would e my follower?Who would sign himself a candidate for my affections?The way is suspiciousthe result uncertain, perhaps destructive;You would have to give up all elseI alone would expect to be your God, sole and exclusive,Your novitiate would

14、 even then be long and exhausting,The whole past theory of your life, and all conformity to the lives around you, would have to be abandond;Therefore release me now, before troubling yourself any furtherLet go your hand from my shoulders,Put me down, and depart on your way.Or else, by stealth, in so

15、me wood, for trial,Or back of a rock, in the open air,(For in any roofd room of a house I emerge notnor in company,And in libraries I lie as one dumb, a gawk, or unborn, or dead,)But just possibly with you on a high hillfirst watching lest any person, for miles around, approach unawares,Or possibly

16、with you sailing at sea, or on the beach of the sea, or some quiet island,Here to put your lips upon mine I permit you,With the comrades long-dwelling kiss, or the new husbands kiss,For I am the new husband, and I am the comrade.Or, if you will, thrusting me beneath your clothing,Where I may feel th

17、e throbs of your heart, or rest upon your hip,Carry me when you go forth over land or sea;For thus, merely touching you, is enoughis best,And thus, touching you, would I silently sleep and be carried eternally. De ProfundisAll trials are trials for ones life, just as all sentences are sentences of d

18、eath, and three times I have been tried. The first time I left the box to be arrested, the second time to be led back to the house of detention, and the third time to pass into prison for two years. Society as we have constituted it, will have no place for me, has none to offer; but Nature, whose sw

19、eet rains fall on just and unjust alike, will have clefts in the rocks where I may hide, and secret valleys in whose silence I may weep undisturbed. She will hang with stars so that I may walk abroad in the darkness without stumbling, and send the wind over my footprints so that none may track me to

20、 my hurt: she will cleanse me in great waters, and with bitter herbs make me whole. Wilde would later tell George Ives, a proselytizer for sexual deviation in the nineties, that Whitman had made no effort to conceal his homosexuality from him, as he would do with John Addington Symonds. “The kiss of

21、 Walt Whitman,” Wilde said, “is still on my lips.”Richard Ellmann, Oscar Wilde, p.171John Addington Symonds, the British classical scholar, wrote to the aging Whitman probing and provocative letters attempting to draw him out on the “Calamus” cluster of poems.Whitman wrote to Symonds a startling rep

22、ly: “My life, young manhood, mid-age, times South, etc., have been jolly bodily, and doubtless open to criticism. Though unmarried, I have had six children two are dead one living Southern grandchild fine boy writes to me occasionally circumstances (connected with their benefit and fortune) have separated me from intimate relations.” So far as scholars have been able to determine and they have searched diligently this entire statement is pure fiction. James E. Miller, Jr. “Introduction”A noiseless patient spider A noiseless patient spider,I markd where