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read this statement by c. k. williams about walt whitman.
for a young poet, reading whitman is sheer revelation, sheer wonder, a delight bordering on, then plunging into
disbelief. how could all this have come to pass? these countless images of daily life, of common life made
uncommon, and the most boldly uncommon made jarringly intimate?
this is best reflected in "when i heard the learn'd astronomer," when