what brutal hours, what brutal days,do not say, oh find the good in it, do not say,there was virtue; there was no virtue, not even in me
This refusal to be comforted in the tragedy and hour of pain. The loudness and false comfort that can come through claiming a sort of virtue through traumatic experiences when those virtues are not worth their possessing.
perilous freedom of his speech;
An allusion to the people who depend on her and an excellent reminder of the distance she holds to the aspect of global war. A reminder of the kinds of people that violence always seems to lay claim.
That�s it, SSSSSSSS,
What a clever way to describe the stutter.
I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
The poem's prosody is found in each line where the word is repeated to enhance the writer's relationship to the reader. The 'myself' evolves into the shared assumption which then leads us to the shared belonging or kinship between the reader and Whitman. The effect is that there is an illusion of a conversation with a debate seeming to form throughout the poem.
My cradled infant slumbers peacefully. 'Tis calm indeed! so calm, that it disturbs And vexes meditation with its strange And extreme silentness.
The meditation on the stillness of the baby and furthermore the stillness of the winter frost of midnight. The anxiety of the parent nursing a baby at a time when a baby could easily succumb to the elements without modern medicine.
Whenas in silks my Julia goes, Then, then (methinks) how sweetly flows That liquefaction of her clothes.
The descriptive imagery to describe the silken clothes through language such as ‘sweetly’ and ‘liquefaction’
Next, when I cast mine eyes, and see That brave vibration each way free, O how that glittering taketh me!
Each line ends in a perfect rhyme perhaps as a tool to reinforce the childlike innocence and wonder that the beauty of Julia inspires in our writer.
And organized all the ideas, before rage shot a bird that had once watched effortlessly all the comings and goings.
The repetition of rage as it starts as a mere feeling but through repetition results in the action of shooting a bird for no reason except that it enjoyed a vantage point of objectivity. A reasonable distance away from the affairs of isolation that accompany loneliness in migration. The bird as a species that often participates in migration is also a note as the title describes the hostility those who migrate face.