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Leaves of Grass: A Textual Variorum of the Printed Poems, 1860-1867

This book is a detailed textual analysis of Walt Whitman's 'Leaves of Grass', presenting the evolution of the poems from their initial publication to the final version in 1867. It includes various editions and the changes made to the text over time. more

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Walt Whitman
Walt Whitman

American poet, considered one of the pioneers of American poetry. His work, 'Leaves of Grass,' has had a profound impact on American poetry. more

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