SAVANTISM.

Nobody who looks this creepy and crappy can write good poetry. I don't even know how he could eat without getting his beard in his mouth. I'm not qualified by any means to critique poetry, but I defy anyone to find a good peom by Walt Whitman

Thither as I look I see each result and glory retracing itself and
'nestling close, always obligated,
Thither hours, months, years—thither trades, compacts, establish-
ments, even the most minute,
Thither every-day life, speech, utensils, politics, persons, estates;
Thither we also, I with my leaves and songs, trustful, admirant,
As a father to his father going takes his children along with him.