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was now a field hospital, and under that sycamore whitman found something that changed both his life and his poetry. it was 'a heap of amputated feet, legs, arms, hands, &c., a full load for a one-horse cart...human fragments, cut, bloody, black and blue, swelled and sickening', and nearby, "several dead
, i recall the experience sweet and sad, (many a soldier's loving arms about this neck have cross'd and rested, many a soldier's kiss dwells on these bearded lips.) during his visit to fredericksburg, while he spent a few days in camp with his brother george, whitman had another encounter with the dead...
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