Walt Whitman – Tim Miller

21 Apr 202219 Apr 2022Tim Miller

Walt Whitman’s Mystical Poetry (podcast)

Please consider subscribing to the podcast here. Available on Apple Podcasts, Google Podcasts, Spotify, Pocket Cast, Amazon Podcasts, Breaker, Overcast, Radio Public Other Podcasts of Walt Whitman’s Poetry: Listen to these episodes on Whitman’s life, and Peter Zweig’s biography, Walt Whitman: The Making of a Poet

15 Apr 2022Tim Miller

Yeats, Frost, Wordsworth: 3 New Pocket Books Now Available

Three new volumes in the S4N Pocket Poems series are now available. I had a wonderful time putting these together; as with the other books in the series, they are all $3.99 and pocket size (4×6 inches). Click on each cover below to purchase:

30 Sep 202129 Sep 2021Tim Miller

Walt Whitman: “When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d” (podcast)

22 Sep 202121 Sep 2021Tim Miller

Walt Whitman: “Give Me the Splendid Silent Sun” (podcast)

14 Sep 202113 Sep 2021Tim Miller

Walt Whitman: “I Sing the Body Electric” (podcast)

22 Nov 201919 Nov 2019Tim Miller

Walt Whitman, “A Sight in Camp in the Daybreak Gray and Dim”

Walt Whitman, “A Sight in Camp in the Daybreak Gray and Dim” A sight in camp in the daybreak gray and dim, As from my tent I emerge so early sleepless, As slow I walk in the cool fresh air the path near by the hospital tent, Three forms I see on stretchers lying, brought […]

1 Aug 201921 Jul 2019Tim Miller

Walt Whitman’s Letter to Parents Whose Son Died in the Civil War

Washington August 10 1863 Mr and Mrs Haskell, Dear friends, I thought it would be soothing to you to have a few lines about the last days of your son Erastus Haskell of Company K, 141st New York Volunteers. I write in haste, & nothing of importance—only I thought any thing about Erastus would be […]

3 Mar 201826 Jul 2018Tim Miller

Walt Whitman, “A Sight in Camp in the Daybreak Gray and Dim”

Walt Whitman, early 1863, looking on the Civil War dead: A Sight in Camp in the Daybreak Gray and Dim A sight in camp in the daybreak gray and dim, As from my tent I emerge so early sleepless, As slow I walk in the cool fresh air the path near by the hospital tent, […]