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Literary Terms for To One Shortly To Die

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Literary Terms for To One Shortly To Die

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Personification: "The sun bursts through in unlooked-for directions!"

repetition: "I lay my right hand upon you—you just feel
it,

I do not argue—I bend my head close, and half-
envelop it,

I sit quietly by—I remain faithful,

I am more than nurse, more than parent or neighbor,

I absolve you from all except yourself, spiritual, bodily
—that is eternal"

hyperbole: The sun bursts through in unlooked-for directions!

Strong thoughts fill you, and confidence—you smile!"

simile:"You forget you are sick, as I forget you are sick,"

personification:"Strong thoughts fill you, and confidence—you smile!"

imagery:"Softly I lay my right hand upon you—you just feel
it,

I do not argue—I bend my head close, and half-
envelop it,

I sit quietly by—I remain faithful,"

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In Whitman's eyes, everything is a miracle. Anything from walking, to watching animals eat, is a blessing. "Or stand under trees in the woods..." This poem expresses transcendentalist ideas because of the way Whitman writes about nature.  He appreciates the ocean, animals, the woods, and many other nature related things. Not only does he love nature, but he believes nature is a miracle. "All these to me are unspeakably perfect miracles." In an poem expresses an almost religious experience from the deep appreciation of nature.

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Whitman's poem "To One Shortly to Die" demonstrates the transcendental ideology because he shows that death isn't a bad thing overall. "I do not commiserate--I congratulate you". The ending sentence of the poem shows the support he has for death. Death should be seen as a way to congratulate someone for leaving with a purpose. " You are to die--Let others tell you what they please...". Whitman shows that one should be independent and self reliant. Whitman appreciates death and shows importance for the deeper meaning. Through this poem, the transcendental ideology is shown as being individualistic and to appreciate the after life.

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MIRACLES.

1WHAT shall I give? and which are my miracles?

2Realism is mine—my miracles—Take freely,

Take without end—I offer them to you wherever your
feet can carry you, or your eyes reach.

3Why! who makes much of a miracle?

As to me, I know of nothing else but miracles,

Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,

Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the
sky,

Or wade with naked feet along the beach, just in the
edge of the water,

Or stand under trees in the woods,

Or talk by day with any one I love—or sleep in the
bed at night with any one I love,

Or sit at the table at dinner with my mother,

Or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car,

Or watch honey-bees busy around the hive, of a sum-
mer forenoon,

Or animals feeding in the fields,

Or birds—or the wonderfulness of insects in the air,

Or the wonderfulness of the sun-down—or of stars
shining so quiet and bright,

Or the exquisite, delicate, thin curve of the new-moon
in spring;

Or whether I go among those I like best, and that
like me best—mechanics, boatmen, farmers,

Or among the savans—or to the soiree—or to the
opera,

Or stand a long while looking at the movements of
machinery,

Or behold children at their sports,

Or the admirable sight of the perfect old man, or the
perfect old woman,

Or the sick in hospitals, or the dead carried to burial,

Or my own eyes and figure in the glass;

These, with the rest, one and all, are to me miracles,

The whole referring—yet each distinct and in its
place.

4To me, every hour of the light and dark is a
miracle,

Every inch of space is a miracle,

Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread
with the same,

Every cubic foot of the interior swarms with the same;

Every spear of grass—the frames, limbs, organs, of
men and women, and all that concerns them,

All these to me are unspeakably perfect miracles.

5To me the sea is a continual miracle;

The fishes that swim—the rocks—the motion of the
waves—the ships, with men in them,

What stranger miracles are there?

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Simile: "Or whether I go among those I like best, and that
like me best—mechanics, boatmen, farmers,

Or among the savans—or to the soiree—or to the
opera"

personification: "The fishes that swim—the rocks"

repetition: "Or wade with naked feet along the beach, just in the
edge of the water,

Or stand under trees in the woods,

Or talk by day with any one I love—or sleep in the
bed at night with any one I love,

Or sit at the table at dinner with my mother,

Or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car,

Or watch honey-bees busy around the hive, of a sum-
mer forenoon"

hyperbole"To me the sea is a continual miracle;

The fishes that swim—the rocks—the motion of the
waves—the ships, with men in them,

What stranger miracles are there?"

imagery"Or watch honey-bees busy around the hive, of a sum-
mer forenoon,

Or animals feeding in the fields,

Or birds—or the wonderfulness of insects in the air,

Or the wonderfulness of the sun-down—or of stars
shining so quiet and bright,

Or the exquisite, delicate, thin curve of the new-moon
in spring"

paradox "To me, every hour of the light and dark is a
miracle"

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TO ONE SHORTLY TO DIE.

1FROM all the rest I single out you, having a message
for you:

You are to die—Let others tell you what they please,
I cannot prevaricate,

I am exact and merciless, but I love you—There is no
escape for you.

2Softly I lay my right hand upon you—you just feel
it,

I do not argue—I bend my head close, and half-
envelop it,

I sit quietly by—I remain faithful,

I am more than nurse, more than parent or neighbor,

I absolve you from all except yourself, spiritual, bodily
—that is eternal,

(The corpse you will leave will be but excrementitious.)

3The sun bursts through in unlooked-for directions!

Strong thoughts fill you, and confidence—you smile!

You forget you are sick, as I forget you are sick,

You do not see the medicines—you do not mind the
weeping friends—I am with you,

I exclude others from you—there is nothing to be
commiserated,

I do not commiserate—I congratulate you