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This Compost: This Compost, Whitman's Poem of Death and Rebirth

This poem by Walt Whitman contrasts death and disease with rebirth and purification in nature. It describes the "distemper'd corpses" and "foul liquid and meat" that enrich the soil. However, from this "compost" come new life like wheat sprouting and animals being born. Whitman finds beauty and innocence in nature's ability to overcome corruption. The poem ends by praising the patient Earth that "distills exquisite winds out of such infused fetor," showing how it purifies the sins of the world into something sweet and new through the natural cycles of growth.

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This Compost: This Compost, Whitman's Poem of Death and Rebirth

This poem by Walt Whitman contrasts death and disease with rebirth and purification in nature. It describes the "distemper'd corpses" and "foul liquid and meat" that enrich the soil. However, from this "compost" come new life like wheat sprouting and animals being born. Whitman finds beauty and innocence in nature's ability to overcome corruption. The poem ends by praising the patient Earth that "distills exquisite winds out of such infused fetor," showing how it purifies the sins of the world into something sweet and new through the natural cycles of growth.

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This Compost, Whitman's Poem of Death and Rebirth Whitman's poem This Compost is steeped in contrasts and contradictions,

of good versus evil, death and rebirth, disease and purification. The first line of the first stanza alliteratively introduces a sudden insight from the poet: "Something startles me when I thought I was safest." and instantly all that he loves and trusts is challenged by this realisation. The earth is no longer part of his flesh and cannot renew him. "O how can it be that the ground itself does not sicken?" We discover that, within this soil, there are "distemper'd corpses" and "sour dead." The third stanza questions that "Those drunkards and gluttons of so many generations?" are no longer to be seen. There are brutal and direct descriptions of the "foul liquid and meat" that have been "drawn off" and somehow become invisible or transformed... "or perhaps I am deceived." In the last two lines of the stanza, Whitman will "press my spade through the sod... expose some of the foul meat." There is a sudden change of tempo in the first stanza of Part II of the poem, where Whitman commands: "Behold this compost! behold it well!" He concedes that: "Perhaps every mite has once formed part of a sick person," and again, entreats the reader to "yet behold!" From this point, the poems is profoundly lyrical and describes the beauties of nature, of vigorous regrowth: "The delicate spear of the onion pierces upwards." The choice of the adjective "delicate" adds poignancy to this line, and there is a phallic allusion in the noun, "spear." Following this, the "apple buds cluster together" providing a joyous unity. Strong images reminiscent of biblical creation and rebirth are evoked in phrases like "The resurrection of the wheat appears with pale visage out of its graves." The Purification of the Sins of the World The young of poultry and newborn animals appear, culminating in the summing-up in the last line of this stanza: "The summer growth is innocent and disdainful above all those strata of sour dead." The next stanza proclaims, in an exclamation of wonder: "What chemistry!" The corruption will not harm the poet, for he is loved by the "amorous" sea. This personification is highly erotic: "That it is safe to allow it to lick my naked body all over with its tongues," says Whitman. The poet is not in danger, as he asserts: "That all is clean, forever and forever." The final lines of this stanza are sensuous. The fruits are "flavorous and juicy" and "will, none of them, poison me." Yet, every spear of grass rises out of what was once a catching disease. At the beginning of the final stanza, the poet says: "Now I am terrified at the Earth, it is that calm and patient... it grows such sweet things out of such corruptions" and "distills exquisite winds out of such infused fetor." Without the stark contrasts, the roughness, the insistence on describing the world in all its uncomfortable reality, the sublime lyricism of Whitman's verse would become less effective. Instead, the poet shows us that the sins of the world are the diseased corpses and the infused fetor, and which the Earth, like God, takes back into itself, purifying and making sweet, strong, new and beautiful. Whitman's poetry provided inspiration for the woman war-poet, Mary Borden, who used his long, expressive lines as a pattern for her own poems.

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