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Mon, 21 Apr 2008 16:17:32 GMT

WALT WHITMAN, POET..........STILL ALIVE IN THE SPIRIT....just ask anyone who reads Whitman on a daily basis and they will confirm that Whitman is a living spirit. R.L. Huffstutter

Tags: LIVING SPIRIT, WALT WHITMAN IS ALIVE IN SPIRIT, LEAVES OF GRASS, WHEN LILACS LAST....U.S. HISTORY BLOG, LINCOLN

WALT WHITMAN'S WHEN LILACS LAST IN THE DOORYARD BLOOMED........

Mon, 21 Apr 2008 16:06:44 GMT

WHEN lilacs last in the door-yard bloom’d,
And the great star early droop’d in the western sky in the night,
I mourn’d—and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.

O ever-returning spring! trinity sure to me you bring;
Lilac blooming perennial, and drooping star in the west,	5
And thought of him I love.

2 O powerful, western, fallen star!
O shades of night! O moody, tearful night!
O great star disappear’d! O the black murk that hides the star!
O cruel hands that hold me powerless! O helpless soul of me!	10
O harsh surrounding cloud, that will not free my soul!

3 In the door-yard fronting an old farm-house, near the white-wash’d palings,
Stands the lilac bush, tall-growing, with heart-shaped leaves of rich green,
With many a pointed blossom, rising, delicate, with the perfume strong I love,
With every leaf a miracle......and from this bush in the door-yard,	15
With delicate-color’d blossoms, and heart-shaped leaves of rich green,
A sprig, with its flower, I break.

4 In the swamp, in secluded recesses,
A shy and hidden bird is warbling a song.

Solitary, the thrush,	20
The hermit, withdrawn to himself, avoiding the settlements,
Sings by himself a song.

Song of the bleeding throat!
Death’s outlet song of life—(for well, dear brother, I know
If thou wast not gifted to sing, thou would’st surely die.)	25

5 Over the breast of the spring, the land, amid cities,
Amid lanes, and through old woods, (where lately the violets peep’d from the ground, spotting the gray debris;)
Amid the grass in the fields each side of the lanes—passing the endless grass;
Passing the yellow-spear’d wheat, every grain from its shroud in the dark-brown fields uprising;
Passing the apple-tree blows of white and pink in the orchards;	30
Carrying a corpse to where it shall rest in the grave,
Night and day journeys a coffin.

6 Coffin that passes through lanes and streets,
Through day and night, with the great cloud darkening the land,
With the pomp of the inloop’d flags, with the cities draped in black,	35
With the show of the States themselves, as of crape-veil’d women, standing,
With processions long and winding, and the flambeaus of the night,
With the countless torches lit—with the silent sea of faces, and the unbared heads,
With the waiting depot, the arriving coffin, and the sombre faces,
With dirges through the night, with the thousand voices rising strong and solemn;	40
With all the mournful voices of the dirges, pour’d around the coffin,
The dim-lit churches and the shuddering organs—Where amid these you journey,
With the tolling, tolling bells’ perpetual clang;
Here! coffin that slowly passes,
I give you my sprig of lilac.	45

7 (Nor for you, for one, alone;
Blossoms and branches green to coffins all I bring:
For fresh as the morning—thus would I carol a song for you, O sane and sacred death.

All over bouquets of roses,
O death! I cover you over with roses and early lilies;	50
But mostly and now the lilac that blooms the first,
Copious, I break, I break the sprigs from the bushes;
With loaded arms I come, pouring for you,
For you, and the coffins all of you, O death.)

8 O western orb, sailing the heaven!	55
Now I know what you must have meant, as a month since we walk’d,
As we walk’d up and down in the dark blue so mystic,
As we walk’d in silence the transparent shadowy night,
As I saw you had something to tell, as you bent to me night after night,
As you droop’d from the sky low down, as if to my side, (while the other stars all look’d on;)	60
As we wander’d together the solemn night, (for something, I know not what, kept me from sleep;)
As the night advanced, and I saw on the rim of the west, ere you went, how full you were of woe;
As I stood on the rising ground in the breeze, in the cold transparent night,
As I watch’d where you pass’d and was lost in the netherward black of the night,
As my soul, in its trouble, dissatisfied, sank, as where you, sad orb,	65
Concluded, dropt in the night, and was gone.

9 Sing on, there in the swamp!
O singer bashful and tender! I hear your notes—I hear your call;
I hear—I come presently—I understand you;
But a moment I linger—for the lustrous star has detain’d me;	70
The star, my departing comrade, holds and detains me.

10 O how shall I warble myself for the dead one there I loved?
And how shall I deck my song for the large sweet soul that has gone?
And what shall my perfume be, for the grave of him I love?

Sea-winds, blown from east and west,	75
Blown from the eastern sea, and blown from the western sea, till there on the prairies meeting:
These, and with these, and the breath of my chant,
I perfume the grave of him I love.

11 O what shall I hang on the chamber walls?
And what shall the pictures be that I hang on the walls,	80
To adorn the burial-house of him I love?

Pictures of growing spring, and farms, and homes,
With the Fourth-month eve at sundown, and the gray smoke lucid and bright,
With floods of the yellow gold of the gorgeous, indolent, sinking sun, burning, expanding the air;
With the fresh sweet herbage under foot, and the pale green leaves of the trees prolific;	85
In the distance the flowing glaze, the breast of the river, with a wind-dapple here and there;
With ranging hills on the banks, with many a line against the sky, and shadows;
And the city at hand, with dwellings so dense, and stacks of chimneys,
And all the scenes of life, and the workshops, and the workmen homeward returning.

12 Lo! body and soul! this land!	90
Mighty Manhattan, with spires, and the sparkling and hurrying tides, and the ships;
The varied and ample land—the South and the North in the light—Ohio’s shores, and flashing Missouri,
And ever the far-spreading prairies, cover’d with grass and corn.

Lo! the most excellent sun, so calm and haughty;
The violet and purple morn, with just-felt breezes;	95
The gentle, soft-born, measureless light;
The miracle, spreading, bathing all—the fulfill’d noon;
The coming eve, delicious—the welcome night, and the stars,
Over my cities shining all, enveloping man and land.

13 Sing on! sing on, you gray-brown bird!	100
Sing from the swamps, the recesses—pour your chant from the bushes;
Limitless out of the dusk, out of the cedars and pines.

Sing on, dearest brother—warble your reedy song;
Loud human song, with voice of uttermost woe.

O liquid, and free, and tender!	105
O wild and loose to my soul! O wondrous singer!
You only I hear......yet the star holds me, (but will soon depart;)
Yet the lilac, with mastering odor, holds me.

14 Now while I sat in the day, and look’d forth,
In the close of the day, with its light, and the fields of spring, and the farmer preparing his crops,	110
In the large unconscious scenery of my land, with its lakes and forests,
In the heavenly aerial beauty, (after the perturb’d winds, and the storms;)
Under the arching heavens of the afternoon swift passing, and the voices of children and women,
The many-moving sea-tides,—and I saw the ships how they sail’d,
And the summer approaching with richness, and the fields all busy with labor,	115
And the infinite separate houses, how they all went on, each with its meals and minutia of daily usages;
And the streets, how their throbbings throbb’d, and the cities pent—lo! then and there,
Falling upon them all, and among them all, enveloping me with the rest,
Appear’d the cloud, appear’d the long black trail;
And I knew Death, its thought, and the sacred knowledge of death.	120

15 Then with the knowledge of death as walking one side of me,
And the thought of death close-walking the other side of me,
And I in the middle, as with companions, and as holding the hands of companions,
I fled forth to the hiding receiving night, that talks not,
Down to the shores of the water, the path by the swamp in the dimness,	125
To the solemn shadowy cedars, and ghostly pines so still.

And the singer so shy to the rest receiv’d me;
The gray-brown bird I know, receiv’d us comrades three;
And he sang what seem’d the carol of death, and a verse for him I love.

From deep secluded recesses,	130
From the fragrant cedars, and the ghostly pines so still,
Came the carol of the bird.

And the charm of the carol rapt me,
As I held, as if by their hands, my comrades in the night;
And the voice of my spirit tallied the song of the bird.	135

Tags: ODE TO LINCOLN BY WALT WHITMAN, WHEN LILACS LAST IN THE DOORYARD BLOOMED, MASON DIXON LINE, CIVIL WAR, LINCOLN TRIBUTE

GREAT DOCUMENT AND ONE GREAT BIG FLAW

Fri, 18 Apr 2008 02:03:54 GMT

GREAT DOCUMENT, A LIVING DOCUMENT? PERHAPS, BUT ONE THAT CAUSED A LOT OF DEATH TOO..........................HOW THE FRAMERS COULD PUSH THIS THROUGH CONGRESS WITH SLAVERY PERMITTED IS ONE OF THE BIGGEST MYSTERIES IN U.S. HISTORY. THIS WAS NOT A TOPIC THAT WAS DISCUSSED MUCH IN THE U.S. EDUCATION SYSTEM PRIOR TO THE CIVIL RIGHTS BILL BEING ENACTED.

Mon, 07 Apr 2008 14:29:13 GMT

SAM HAS BEEN THERE AND DONE THAT...35 TIMES...GET HIS BOOK, READ HIS BOOK AND BE HAPPY

Picture from ronhebe's AOL Pictures Public Gallery

Mon, 07 Apr 2008 09:17:34 GMT

"Mt Tom B-17 Memorial July 9th 1996" from ronhebe's AOL Pictures Public Gallery.

ANYONE WHO HAS INFORMATION ABOUT THIS MIGHT WANT TO SEND IT TO THE PHOTOGRAPHER .....RONHEBE

http://www.uscg.mil/history/faqs/uscgmemorials.asp

Coast Guard Monuments & Memorials

Mount Tom Monument
Holyoke, MA
On July 9, 1946, a B-17 Bomber with 25 servicemen, including 16 Coast Guardsmen, returning from Goose Bay, Labrador, to Westover Air Force Base slammed into Mount Tom in Holyoke, located in western Massachusetts. All aboard perished. The crash site went unmarked until 1994 when someone piled rocks there as a memorial. Local resident Norman Cote noticed the rock memorial and persuaded local officials to establish a permanent monument. And so, 50 years after the tragedy, a monument is being constructed at the crash site. A 50th anniversary memorial service and monument dedication is scheduled for Saturday, July 6, 1996, 11 a.m. at Mount Tom. Watch next month's Reservist for a feature on the Mount Tom crash. For more information, contact: Robert P. Cahillane, Veterans' Services Agent, City of Northampton, B-17 Memorial Committee, 240 Main St., Northampton, MA 01060-3113. (413) 586-6950. FAX (413) 586-3726.
-CAPT Tom O'Hara, USCGR (Ret.)
Wayland, Mass.

Mon, 07 Apr 2008 10:00:51 GMT

AIRCRAFT CRASH SITES

MILITARY AND CIVILIAN...

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AIRCRAFT CRASH SITES

Mon, 07 Apr 2008 09:47:30 GMT

mc kinney texas war memorial

war memorial inspires a lot of reflection on death and patriotism...a tribute to those who loved their country

Mount Tom B-17 Memorial Service - On July 9, 1946, a B-17 Bomber with 25 ... A permanent memorial is being established at the crash site to mark this tragic ...

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A "Monumental" Task

On July 9, 1946, a B-17 Bomber with 25 servicemen, including 16 Coast Guardsmen, ... Watch next month's Reservist for a feature on the Mount Tom crash. ...

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Aero Vintage Books: 1997-2001 B-17 News

Colorado B-17 Crash Site #2 and #3: The Aero Vintage B-17 Locator page mentions two ..... Tom Reilly is advertising for sale a "B-17 Project" in the second ...

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World War II Memorial

0413579, Air Corps, pilot, killed in B17 crash June 1943 near Soledad, Ca. .... was part of the unit that placed the flag atop Mt. Suribachi. ...

www.ccfreedomfighters.com/WWII%20memorial.htm - 39k

Mount Tom B-17 Memorial Service - On July 9, 1946, a B-17 Bomber with 25 ... A permanent memorial is being established at the crash site to mark this tragic ...

www.uscg.mil/REServe/magazine/mag1996/may1996/bu... - 26k - Similar pages

http://www.uscg.mil/REServe/magazine/mag1996/may1996/bulletin.html

A "Monumental" Task

On July 9, 1946, a B-17 Bomber with 25 servicemen, including 16 Coast Guardsmen, ... Watch next month's Reservist for a feature on the Mount Tom crash. ...

www.uscg.mil/RESERVE/magazine/mag1996/may... - 24k - Similar pages

[ More results from www.uscg.mil ]

http://www.uscg.mil/RESERVE/magazine/mag1996/may1996/monuments.html

Aero Vintage Books: 1997-2001 B-17 News

Colorado B-17 Crash Site #2 and #3: The Aero Vintage B-17 Locator page mentions two ..... Tom Reilly is advertising for sale a "B-17 Project" in the second ...

www.aerovintage.com/b17news1.htm - 82k - Similar pages

http://www.aerovintage.com/b17news1.htm

World War II Memorial

0413579, Air Corps, pilot, killed in B17 crash June 1943 near Soledad, Ca. .... was part of the unit that placed the flag atop Mt. Suribachi. ...

www.ccfreedomfighters.com/WWII%20memorial.htm - 39k

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Sat, 08 Mar 2008 02:18:13 GMT

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HISTORY OF WORLD WAR TWO IN SOUTH SEAS THEATER...GUADACANAL, TULAGI...

JUST ONE OF MANY PHOTOS AT SITE ABOVE...

Sat, 09 Feb 2008 14:14:37 GMT

IT IS DIFFICULT TO OUTCLASS THE IMAGES CREATED BY STEEL ENGRAVINGS

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Thu, 27 Dec 2007 18:08:45 GMT

"MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR TO THOSE WHO TRIED...AND WERE TRIED. THERE IS ONE WHO KNOWS THE TRUTH." from huffstutterr's AOL Pictures Public Gallery.

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