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Leaves of Grass

Walt Whitman's 'Leaves of Grass' is a landmark work in American literature, featuring free verse and celebrating the beauty of nature and the human spirit. The collection encompasses a wide range of subjects, from the mundane to the profound, reflecting Whitman's belief in the inherent worth of every individual. 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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