Some Words...
In one of my American Literature classes, we read a little bit of Walt Whitman's work. I'm not yet a big fan, but I do like this bit of his poetry. We read it and I got goosebumps...
"Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body........The poet shall not spend his time in unneeded work. He shall know that the ground is always ready ploughed and manured....others may not know it but he shall. He shall go directly to the creation. His trust shall master the trust of everything he touches....and shall master all attachment. The known universe has one complete lover and that is the greatest poet."
This little excerpt is from Leaves of Grass, it was pretty much his life's work. From what I've read, he lived in poverty all of his life, and it makes me wonder if that could be what made him such a great poet. He saw the beauty in everything and cared not what everyone else thought. He was rejected on many occasions, but believed in what he was writing.
Money might have ruined this man, if it had the chance.
He really was not even recognized as a great poet until long after his death. Even in the 1800's, the almighty dollar could take away our God-given ability to enjoy what is around us. Walt Whitman said no. In my opinion, that makes him one of the greatest poets of his time, though not many saw it.
If we want to be poets, we must be lovers of life.
Who is the greatest poet? Jesus Christ.