When I Heard the Learn'd Astronomer by Walt Whitman

I love Walt Whitman, and this poem is no exception. It flows very nicely and has a pleasant rhythm. It reminds me of the poem by that one guy about beating poems with a hose, except Whitman is talking about nature instead of poetry. I like how he says he is soon unaccountably tired and sick after listening to a lecture by an astronomer. In the first section, Whitman uses words that are very factual and straightforward, like "proofs", "figures", and "diagrams". All these words are very mathematical and precise. In the last three lines, Whitman uses language more often associated with poetry. "Mystical”, "gliding", and "moist". These words all create pleasant and soft images. They make the reader feel more comfortable than the hard, precise words used in the beginning. The last line about the perfect stars reminds me of the millions of stars that can be seen on a clear night in the mountains. It is too beautiful to qualify and analyze. I think that this is the point that Whitman is trying to make: the astronomer may be smart and analytical, but he is probably missing the true beauty of the nature that he is studying and picking apart.

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