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How does this poem demonstrate transcendental ideology?

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How does this poem demonstrate transcendental ideology?

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1.) Apostrophe
2.) Blank verse
3.) Ekphrasis
4.) End-stopped line
5.) Interjection
6.) Naturalism

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SPONTANEOUS me, Nature,

The loving day, the mounting sun, the friend I am
happy with,

The arm of my friend hanging idly over my shoulder,

The hill-side whiten'd with blossoms of the mountain
ash,

The same, late in autumn—the hues of red, yellow,
drab, purple, and light and dark green,

The rich coverlid of the grass—animals and birds—
the private untrimm'd bank—the primitive
apples—the pebble-stones,

Beautiful dripping fragments—the negligent list of
one after another, as I happen to call them to
me, or think of them,

The real poems, (what we call poems being merely
pictures,)

The poems of the privacy of the night, and of men
like me,

This poem, drooping shy and unseen, that I always
carry, and that all men carry,

(Know, once for all, avow'd on purpose, wherever are
men like me, are our lusty, lurking, masculine
poems;)

Love-thoughts, love-juice, love-odor, love-yielding,
love-climbers, and the climbing sap,

Arms and hands of love—lips of love—phallic thumb
of love—breasts of love—bellies press'd and
glued together with love,

Earth of chaste love—life that is only life after love,

The body of my love—the body of the woman I
love—the body of the man—the body of the
earth,

Soft forenoon airs that blow from the south-west,

The hairy wild-bee that murmurs and hankers up and
down—that gripes the full-grown lady-flower,
curves upon her with amorous firm legs, takes
his will of her, and holds himself tremulous
and tight till he is satisfied,

The wet of woods through the early hours,

Two sleepers at night lying close together as they
sleep, one with an arm slanting down across
and below the waist of the other,

The smell of apples, aromas from crush'd sage-plant,
mint, birch-bark,

The boy's longings, the glow and pressure as he con-
fides to me what he was dreaming,

The dead leaf whirling its spiral whirl, and falling
still and content to the ground,

The no-form'd stings that sights, people, objects, sting
me with,

The hubb'd sting of myself, stinging me as much as it
ever can any one,

The sensitive, orbic, underlapp'd brothers, that only
privileged feelers may be intimate where they
are,

The curious roamer, the hand, roaming all over the
body—the bashful withdrawing of flesh where
the fingers soothingly pause and edge them-
selves,

The limpid liquid within the young man,

The vexed corrosion, so pensive and so painful,

The torment—the irritable tide that will not be at rest,

The like of the same I feel—the like of the same in
others,

The young man that flushes and flushes, and the
young woman that flushes and flushes,

The young man that wakes, deep at night, the hot
hand seeking to repress what would master
him;

The mystic amorous night—the strange half-welcome
pangs, visions, sweats,

The pulse pounding through palms and trembling
encircling fingers—the young man all color'd,
red, ashamed, angry;

The souse upon me of my lover the sea, as I lie willing
and naked,

The merriment of the twin-babes that crawl over the
grass in the sun, the mother never turning her
vigilant eyes from them,

The walnut-trunk, the walnut-husks, and the ripening
or ripen'd long-round walnuts;

The continence of vegetables, birds, animals,

The consequent meanness of me should I skulk or find
myself indecent, while birds and animals never
once skulk or find themselves indecent;

The great chastity of paternity, to match the great
chastity of maternity,

The oath of procreation I have sworn—my Adamic
and fresh daughters,

The greed that eats me day and night with hungry
gnaw, till I saturate what shall produce boys to
fill my place when I am through,

The wholesome relief, repose, content;

And this bunch, pluck'd at random from myself;

It has done its work—I toss it carelessly to fall where
it may.

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How does this poem demonstrate transcendental ideology?

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How does this poem demonstrate transcendental ideology?

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1.) Apostrophe
2.) Blank verse
3.) End-stopped line

4.) Interjection

5.) Metaphor
6.) Subjunctive

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1 FULL of life, now, compact, visible,

I, forty years old the Eighty-third Year of The States,

To one a century hence, or any number of centuries
hence,

To you, yet unborn, these seeking you.

2 When you read these, I, that was visible, am become invisible;

Now it is you, compact, visible, realizing my poems,
seeking me;

Fancying how happy you were, if I could be with you,
and become your loving comrade;

Be it as if I were with you. Be not too certain but I
am now with you.

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Ashley, Damian, Patrick

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This poem demonstrates transcendental ideology by explaining to live life to the fullest. Whitman talks about forty years of life and he is indirectly talking about someone. He mentions being invisible to this someone he's talking to in the poem. He said that once this someone reads the poem, he will become invisible. He talks very highly about this someone. It is possible that it's someone in his life he cares deeply about. At the end of the poem, he claims that he is now with them. Whitman uses his words to this someone to explain to others to live life to the fullest and to chase what you want in life.

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This poem demonstrates transcendental ideology by going into full detail of what nature is and how it is beautiful. Whitman describes different aspects of nature throughout this poem. All of his descriptions basically explain the beauty of nature. Nature is something so simple that people tend to overlook it's beauty. In this poem, Whitman wants people to start appreciating the simple things in life. He describes the seasons, winter, spring, summer, and fall, and he describes even the most simplest things in nature like trees and leaves. These descriptions of things in nature help explain the type of person Whitman is. He is someone who is "spontaneous".