There isn’t one specific thing I can pick out about the poem,
just a few general things. Overall, Walt Whiteman is excited, reflective of
himself and the things around him. The author is very descriptive and has a way
of bringing things to life and somewhat personal. The first stanza seems to place
the reader in the shoes of a tourist. Like a child whose eyes widen at the sight
of an amusement park, Whitman goes on and lists all the things that he sees and
passes by him. The people, boats, clouds, water and other pieces of land are
all brought to life. He loves it so much that in the middle of stanza 8 he says
not even an omnipotent being could create a better sight than what is in front
of his eyes now (that being Manhattan).
Trying to bridge the gap of time throughout stanza 2 and 4,
Whitman is insistent that the only thing that separates them is time. But is it
really relevant? Time moves forward but the experience remains the same. Walt
states so all throughout stanza 5. A hundred years before him people were
experiencing the exact same thing and one hundred years after him people will
continue to do so. He makes it apparent in stanza 9. “Flow on, river! Flow with
the flood-tide, and ebb with the ebb-tide.” Whitman tells the city to continue
to live and to share the same experiences that he had. Maybe the time does not
matter. The bustling streets and crammed ferries, buses and trains may never
change.
A lot of the lines sound similar to the poem we read in
class, especially in stanza 6. “Felt their arm on my neck as I stood, or the
negligent leaning of their flesh against mine.” Just like how the lady had
people brush up on her when she used the public transportation. ”Saw many I
loved in the street or ferry-boat or public assembly, yet never told them a
word,” This is similar to the fact that she referred to the people has her
family, yet they are complete strangers.
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