Walt Whitman

By Garrett MacKenna


Born on May 31, 1819, died on March 26, 1892 Walt Whitman was one of the best American poets that ever lived. When Walt was twelve he fell in love with the English written language. He mainly taught himself. He read Shakespeare and a whole lot of other people's books. He was a printer until 1836 when the place he worked at burned down, he was seventeen at the time. He decided to be a teacher and taught until 1841 when he became a journalist.

In 1855, Walt Whitman released his first book of poetry called Leave's Of Grass.

Here are some of his poems.

Weave in, My Hardy Life

Walt Whitman, 1819 - 1892

Weave in, weave in, my hardy life,
Weave yet a soldier strong and full for great campaigns to come,
Weave in red blood, weave sinews in like ropes, the senses, sight weave in,
Weave lasting sure, weave day and night the weft, the warp, incessant weave, tire not,
(We know not what the use O life, nor know the aim, the end, nor really aught we know,
But know the work, the need goes on and shall go on, the death-envelop’d march of peace as
well as war goes on,)
For great campaigns of peace the same the wiry threads to weave,
We know not why or what, yet weave, forever weave.