Author Archives: Peter Galle

Oppen and Whitman

Henry David Thoreau, in a letter to Harrison Blake, discusses the latest edition of Leaves of Grass and reveals after a mostly congratulatory review: “To be sure I sometimes feel a little imposed on” (Walt Whitman, P. 156). Thoreau expands … Continue reading

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Sparh with Arnold

“Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor … Continue reading

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The American Dream

I am nowhere nearer to understanding that which is American than I was a month ago when I started this project of watching. We are scattered, this nation, with various polarities that meet and extend from each other at a … Continue reading

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Lost in Translation

What many translators say and we all hear many times: “The poetry of the language native to the poem is hard to capture in the transfer”. I find this most true with Neruda and even with the fine translations held … Continue reading

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The Movement Greater

To preface, the wealth of Crane’s poetry extends far beyond any critical skill I am about to impose, or, for that matter, any other’s critical skill. And I doubt I have mediated sufficiently to grasp the power and breadth of … Continue reading

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At the Last Point

When I look in the distance to a far point, to an island, to the farthest stretch of land, I feel a solitariness in pretending I am on that last point and think now of the Islamic criers on their … Continue reading

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Wandering With Him

I read and read aloud when I read Whitman. I am looking for something when I am not in his words. Today, after the post of Creeley, I read Whitman in that man’s words. I liked the sound of his … Continue reading

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