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The Dresser Analysis



Author: Poetry of Walt Whitman Type: Poetry Views: 553

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AN old man bending, I come, among new faces,

Years looking backward, resuming, in answer to children,

Come tell us, old man, as from young men and maidens that love me;

Years hence of these scenes, of these furious passions, these

chances,

Of unsurpass'd heroes, (was one side so brave? the other was equally

brave;)

Now be witness again--paint the mightiest armies of earth;

Of those armies so rapid, so wondrous, what saw you to tell us?

What stays with you latest and deepest? of curious panics,

Of hard-fought engagements, or sieges tremendous, what deepest

remains?





O maidens and young men I love, and that love me,10

What you ask of my days, those the strangest and sudden your talking

recalls;

Soldier alert I arrive, after a long march, cover'd with sweat and

dust;

In the nick of time I come, plunge in the fight, loudly shout in the

rush of successful charge;

Enter the captur'd works.... yet lo! like a swift-running river, they

fade;

Pass and are gone, they fade--I dwell not on soldiers' perils or

soldiers' joys;

(Both I remember well--many the hardships, few the joys, yet I was

content.)



But in silence, in dreams' projections,

While the world of gain and appearance and mirth goes on,

So soon what is over forgotten, and waves wash the imprints off the

sand,

In nature's reverie sad, with hinged knees returning, I enter the

doors--(while for you up there,20

Whoever you are, follow me without noise, and be of strong heart.)





Bearing the bandages, water and sponge,

Straight and swift to my wounded I go,

Where they lie on the ground, after the battle brought in;

Where their priceless blood reddens the grass, the ground;

Or to the rows of the hospital tent, or under the roof'd hospital;

To the long rows of cots, up and down, each side, I return;

To each and all, one after another, I draw near--not one do I miss;

An attendant follows, holding a tray--he carries a refuse pail,

Soon to be fill'd with clotted rags and blood, emptied and fill'd

again.30



I onward go, I stop,

With hinged knees and steady hand, to dress wounds;

I am firm with each--the pangs are sharp, yet unavoidable;

One turns to me his appealing eyes--(poor boy! I never knew you,

Yet I think I could not refuse this moment to die for you, if that

would save you.)





On, on I go!--(open doors of time! open hospital doors!)

The crush'd head I dress, (poor crazed hand, tear not the bandage

away;)

The neck of the cavalry-man, with the bullet through and through, I

examine;

Hard the breathing rattles, quite glazed already the eye, yet life

struggles hard;

(Come, sweet death! be persuaded, O beautiful death!40

In mercy come quickly.)



From the stump of the arm, the amputated hand,

I undo the clotted lint, remove the slough, wash off the matter and

blood;

Back on his pillow the soldier bends, with curv'd neck, and side-

falling head;

His eyes are closed, his face is pale, (he dares not look on the

bloody stump,

And has not yet look'd on it.)



I dress a wound in the side, deep, deep;

But a day or two more--for see, the frame all wasted already, and

sinking,

And the yellow-blue countenance see.



I dress the perforated shoulder, the foot with the bullet wound,50

Cleanse the one with a gnawing and putrid gangrene, so sickening, so

offensive,

While the attendant stands behind aside me, holding the tray and

pail.



I am faithful, I do not give out;

The fractur'd thigh, the knee, the wound in the abdomen,

These and more I dress with impassive hand--(yet deep in my breast a

fire, a burning flame.)





Thus in silence, in dreams' projections,

Returning, resuming, I thread my way through the hospitals;

The hurt and wounded I pacify with soothing hand,

I sit by the restless all the dark night--some are so young;

Some suffer so much--I recall the experience sweet and sad;60

(Many a soldier's loving arms about this neck have cross'd and

rested,

Many a soldier's kiss dwells on these bearded lips.)










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Whitman, the Social Democrat
The fact that Whitman decides to write a poem on the Civil War from the prospective of a wound-dresser is important. By doing so, Whitman shifts the focus from the heroic, courageous facets of war to the grotesque suffering of the wounded. This shift of focus is evident in the second stanza, which states “many the hardships, few the joys, yet I was content.” This focus on the less courageous aspects of war substantiates Whitman’s determination to confront poetry with a “rude American tongue.” He is by no means afraid to delve into war’s horrific aspects such as the “amputated hand” or the “putrid gangrene.” Hence, clearly evident is Whitman’s social democrat traits in this poem; no facet of life is too low for a poet to address.
~Chi Zeng, HAL, Feb. 4, 2009

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