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My Best Friend :: essays research papers
Walt Whitman was an American poet, who was born in 1819 and died in 1892 whose work boldly asserts the worth of the individual and the oneness of all humanity. Whitman's defiant break with traditional poetic concerns and style exerted a major influence on American thought and literature. Born near Huntington, New York, Whitman was the second of a family of nine children. His father was a carpenter. The poet had a particularly close relationship with his mother. When Whitman was four years old, his family moved to Brooklyn, New York, where he attended public school for six years before being apprenticed to a printer. Two years later he went to New York City to work in printing shops. He returned to Long Island in 1835 and taught in country schools. In 1838 and 1839 Whitman edited a newspaper, the Long-Islander, in Huntington. When he became bored with the job, he went back to New York City to work as a printer and journalist. There he enjoyed the theater, the opera, and-always an omn ivorous reader the libraries. Whitman wrote poems and stories for popular magazines and made political speeches, for which Tammany Hall Democrats rewarded him with the editorship of various short-lived newspapers. For two years Whitman edited the influential Brooklyn Eagle, but he lost his position for supporting the Free-Soil party. After a brief sojourn in New Orleans, Louisiana, he returned to Brooklyn, where he tried to start a Free-Soil newspaper. After several years spent at various jobs, including building houses, Whitman began writing a new kind of poetry and thereafter neglected business. My Best Friend My best friend has gone away. He left this world, left me behind. Such sorrow, such pain-- hurts so much to think of him. My sorrow's too great to be eased by tears--tears for the one whom I've loved so dearly. Never again shall he lay beside me, listening as I play the piano. Never again will he roam the backyard or give me comfort when I am in need. When he left, it so seems that part of me has left with him. Every night I cannot slepp. I always find myself outside. I watch the stars as they glow brightly, knowing he is watching over me. He's gone to rest. He is at peace. Yet why did he leave when I needed him the most? As a teen, life's hard for me.
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