Walt Whitman Poems: Life and Death

When my father died, a short four-day warning after a hemorrhagic stroke, I truly did not understand how it could be sunlight the next day.

Walt Whitman's use of free verse became apprec...

Walt Whitman’s use of free verse became appreciated by composers seeking a more fluid approach to setting text. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

There was a hole in the universe.

How could it keep going on as though nothing had happened?

With years and tears, the universe righted itself to a longer view.

But, I cannot imagine anything sadder than grieving the recent loss of a loved one while others sing and make merry.


Life and Death


The two old, simple problems ever intertwined,

Close home, elusive, present, baffled, grappled.

By each successive age insoluble, pass’d on,

To ours to-day – and we pass on the same.


1888  1888-9

Walt Whitman (1819-1892)


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