
First written in 1855 and constantly revised and added to throughout Whitman’s lifetime, I have two very different versions both published by Penguin Books USA. One from the Drop Caps series published in 2014 which is a selection from the original volume (see above) and a complete edition from the wartime Penguin series (see below) printed in New York initially to avoid shipping across the very dangerous Atlantic in WWII. But by 1943, when this book was published, most of the titles were not in the UK list at all and were aimed at the American domestic market. Indeed Leaves of Grass didn’t appear in the UK lists until 1986 when it was published in the Penguin Classics series. I’m glad I also have the over eighty year old copy, because otherwise I probably wouldn’t have realised that the Drop Caps copy is seriously abbreviated, even though its title implies it is extended, in that it apparently consists of ‘Leaves of Grass and other Selected Poems and Prose’ although interestingly it does include the preface to ‘Leaves of Grass’ which is missing from the earlier edition I have. There are over two hundred poems in the complete edition as opposed to twenty five in the Drop Caps version although that does include the longest works.
The first poem in the Drop Caps edition is ‘Song of Myself’ which doesn’t appear until poem 26 on page 22 of the complete edition published during the war, but I like that the Drop Caps edition starts with this although it is easily the longest poem in the collection at 79 pages in the Drop Caps and 55 pages in the wartime version due to the much smaller font in that edition, because as a compete beginner with Whitman’s poetry it gives a good introduction to his style. Of particular interest in this poem is the use of repetition to give greater emphasis, here is section seven of the poem to give an idea of what I mean:
Has any one supposed it lucky to be born?
I hasten to inform him or her it is just as lucky to die, and I know it.
I pass death with the dying and birth with the new-wash’d babe, and
am not contain’d between my hat and boots,
And peruse manifold objects, no two alike and every one good,
The earth good and the stars good, and their adjuncts all good.
I am not an earth nor an adjunct of an earth,
I am the mate and companion of people, all just as immortal and
fathomless as myself,
(They do not know how immortal, but I know.)
Every kind for itself and its own, for me mine male and female,
For me those that have been boys and that love women,
For me the man that is proud and feels how it stings to be slighted,
For me the sweet-heart and the old maid, for me mothers and the
mothers of mothers,
For me lips that have smiled, eyes that have shed tears,
For me children and the begetters of children.
Undrape! you are not guilty to me, nor stale nor discarded,
I see through the broadcloth and gingham whether or no,
And am around, tenacious, acquisitive, tireless, and cannot be shaken away.
The end of the ninth line and the five consecutive lines after it starting with ‘For me’ are by no means the longest run of repeats in the poem, indeed section fifteen has 44 lines starting with ‘The’ and listing various jobs out of the 62 lines that make up this section and of the eighteen not to have ‘The’ followed by an occupation at the start most have it within the line itself. The constant repetition builds a pleasant rhythm, especially if you read the poem out loud.
The fact that there are multiple versions of even ‘complete and unabridged’ editions depending on which version by Whitman the publisher uses makes it quite confusing for instance in the Drop Caps edition and also the version on Project Gutenberg there is a poem entitled To a Common Prostitute’ but that is missing from the wartime ‘complete’edition along with many other poems on Project Gutenberg. If it wasn’t for the other poems left out I would have assumed prudishness from the editors of the wartime edition. Prostitution is one of the occupations listed in part fifteen of ‘Song of Myself’ mentioned above and there are seven other references to prostitution in the Project Gutenberg version. The poem is short and insightful as to Whitman’s easy going and non self-censorish nature so to conclude this introduction to his works let’s have To a Common Prostitute’ as it again illustrates his use of repetition:
Be composed—be at ease with me—I am Walt Whitman, liberal and
lusty as Nature,
Not till the sun excludes you do I exclude you,
Not till the waters refuse to glisten for you and the leaves to
rustle for you, do my words refuse to glisten and rustle for you.
My girl I appoint with you an appointment, and I charge you that you
make preparation to be worthy to meet me,
And I charge you that you be patient and perfect till I come.
Till then I salute you with a significant look that you do not forget me.

The cover of the book above has the first and third verses of ‘One’s-self I sing’ which is the first poem in ‘Leaves of Grass’ in the section entitled ‘Inscriptions’ and is left out of the Drop Caps edition. The entire poem reads:
One’s-self I sing, a simple separate person,
Yet utter the word Democratic, the word En-Masse.
Of physiology from top to toe I sing,
Not physiognomy alone nor brain alone is worthy for the Muse,
I say the Form complete is worthier far,
The Female equally with the Male I sing.
Of Life immense in passion, pulse, and power,
Cheerful, for freest action form’d under the laws divine,
The Modern Man I sing.






















