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- In the preface to the first edition of Leaves of Grass in 1855, Whitman expounds on his love for the common: “Other states indicate themselves in their deputies... but the genius of the United States is not best or most in its executives or legislators, nor in its ambassadors or authors or colleges or churches or parlors, nor even in its newspapers or inventors... but always most in the common people.”
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The following preface by Walt Whitman was published alongside the 1855 edition of Leaves of Grass.
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I have probably not been enough afraid of careless touches, from the first—and am not now—nor of parrot-like repetitions—nor platitudes and the commonplace. Perhaps I am too democratic for such avoidances.
As a believer in phrenology, Whitman, in the 1855 preface to Leaves of Grass, includes the phrenologist among those he describes as "the lawgivers of poets".
- Walt Whitman, Malcolm Cowley
- 1855
By some fortunate conversion of mysticism, talent, and singular vision of humanity, in 1855, Walt Whitman published his first edition of Leaves of Grass, a slim volume consisting of twelve untitled poems and a preface. He designed the cover, and typeset and paid for the printing of the book himself.
Whitman began writing poetry that seemed to record everything Emerson called for, and his preface to the 1855 Leaves paraphrases Emerson: “The United States themselves are essentially the greatest poem.” He sent a copy of his unsigned but registered book to Emerson and received in return the letter that launched his career as America's ...
Oct 18, 2021 · Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass (1st edition) (Brooklyn, New York, NY: [James and Andrew Rome], 1855; OCLC 930780804).
Oct 10, 2020 · This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old mothers, Darker than the colorless beards of old men, Dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths. O I perceive after all so many uttering tongues, And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing.
