12: Week X- Whitman and Dickinson
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- 12.2: Walt Whitman
- 12.2.1: “Song of Myself”
- 12.2.2: “Crossing Brooklyn Ferry”
- 12.2.3: “When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer”
- 12.2.4: “Vigil Strange I Kept on the Field One Night”
- 12.2.5: “The Wound-Dresser”
- 12.2.6: “Reconciliation”
- 12.2.7: “When Lilies Last in Dooryard Bloom’d”
- 12.2.8: Reading and Review Questions
- 12.2.9: New Page
- 12.3: Emily Dickinson
- 12.3.1: 341 (‘Tis so appalling it exhilarates)
- 12.3.2: 348 (I would not paint – a picture)
- 12.3.3: 353 (I’m ceded – I’ve stopped being Their’s)
- 12.3.4: 355 (It was not Death, for I stood up)
- 12.3.5: 359 (A Bird, came down the Walk)
- 12.3.6: 372 (After great pain, a formal feeling comes —)
- 12.3.7: 381 (I cannot dance upon my Toes)
- 12.3.8: 407 (One need not be a Chamber – to be Haunted)
- 12.3.9: 409 (The Soul selects her own Society)
- 12.3.10: 466 (I dwell in Possibility)
- 12.3.11: 122 (These are the days when Birds come back)
- 12.3.12: 479 (Because I could not stop for Death)
- 12.3.13: 519 (this is my letter to the World)
- 12.3.14: 598 (The Brain – is wider than the Sky)
- 12.3.15: 620 (Much Madness is divinest Sense)
- 12.3.16: 656 (I started Early – Took my Dog)
- 12.3.17: 675 (What soft – Cherubic Creatures)
- 12.3.18: 764 (My Life had stood – a Loaded Gun —)
- 12.3.19: 857 (She rose to His Requirement – dropt)
- 12.3.20: 1096 (A narrow Fellow in the Grass)
- 12.3.21: 1263 (Tell all the truth but tell it slant)
- 12.3.22: 194 (Title divine, is mine)
- 12.3.23: 1773 (My life closed twice before it’s close)
- 12.3.24: Reading and Review Questions
- 12.3.25: 207 (I taste a liquor never brewed)
- 12.3.26: 225 (I’m “wife” – I’ve finished that)
- 12.3.27: 236 (Some keep the Sabbath going to Church)
- 12.3.28: 260 (I’m Nobody! Who are you?)
- 12.3.29: 269 (Wild nights – Wild nights!)
- 12.3.30: 320 (There’s a certain Slant of light)
- 12.3.31: 340 (I felt a Funeral, in my Brain)