The Cry of [the] Free Man
[for the protection of the liberty of whites]
O western orb sailing the heaven,
OH mother of a mighty race,
I will escape from the sham that was proposed to me.
Like a raisin in the sun
every wrong shall die
by the lone rivers of the West.
[Like] the joy of uncaged birds
shall sit a nobler grace than now
where field and garner, barn and byre.
Labor must not be degraded.
[It] must shape our good or ill,
drop strength and riches at thy feet,
[give] power, at thy bounds.
The thronging years in glory rise
for the starved laborer...
[So with] a hand like ivory fair
Fight on and Fight ever
[For] sea-winds blow from east and west
[but] the clouds are coming swift and dark.
I'm not sure if I have many quarrels with how the course was ran. I really enjoyed how each class was led as more of a discussion than a lecture for it got me to think more critically about Whitman's work and learn new perspectives [from fellow students] that I would have never been exposed to if the class were set up any differently. The course load did seem a bit overwhelming at times since we had to respond to the tweet of the week, specimen days, and a poem, but over all I learned a lot and enjoyed meeting online as well as in the classroom.