Last Spring I happened upon a nest of poets at Avignon—Provençal poets—successors of the old troubadours—among them Mssr Charles Bonaparte Wyse,1 a descendant of Lucien Bonaparte2 & the son of an Irishman. He went to the South of France, from Ireland, some 25 years ago & was so charmed with the poets there that he learned the Provençal language & became one hsp.00007.003_large.jpg of them. He spends a part of every year there. He is a gentleman, a scholar, & a poet; also a good judge of poetry. Well, he is one of your warmest friends & appreciators—and has sent by me all sorts of messages to you. As I am not to return till the Spring I send them by mail. Last April we dined with him at the inn of "La Chevelure d'Or," at the ancient, ruined & almost deserted city of Les Baux, In the top of a mountain near Arles. This inn, by the way, was named by Mr. Wyse after hsp.00007.002_large.jpg a magnificent head of golden hair found in an old tomb at Les Baux, which he has made the subject of a Provençal poem, & which was in the possesion of the landlord. At this dinner Mr. Wyse proposed, & we all drank, standing, the health of Walt Whitman.
I have just received a letter from my friend in which he says:
"I enclose you my promised Provençal translation of two of the sweetest bits of Manahatta's poetry. I have not attempted his poetic prose, which is not to be imitated, but hsp.00007.004_large.jpg have had the audacity to compress, Procrustes-wise,3 his touching lines into the stocks of my verse. Do, I beg of you, do me the great favor to present them to him, in my name, when next you see him. Insignificant as is the attention, it is at any rate a straw which will show which way the wind blows. If ever I go to America, I assure you that one of my first visits will be to this most sympathetic of poets, for whose large & lofty nature my admiration is merged into love."
No one has written to me about the lecture.4 How did it succeed?
Yours very truly Richard W. Gilder. Munroe & Co. 7 Rue Scribe Paris—Mrs. Gilder5 sends her regards.
Correspondent:
Richard Watson Gilder
(1844–1909) was the assistant editor of Scribner's
Monthly from 1870 to 1881 and editor of its successor, The Century, from 1881 until his death. Whitman had met
Gilder for the first time in 1877 at John H. Johnston's (Gay Wilson Allen, The Solitary Singer [New York: New York University Press,
1955], 482). Whitman attended a reception and tea given by Gilder after William
Cullen Bryant's funeral on June 14; see "A Poet's Recreation" in the New York Tribune, July 4, 1878. Whitman considered Gilder
one of the "always sane men in the general madness" of "that New York art
delirium" (Horace Traubel, With Walt Whitman in Camden,
Sunday, August 5, 1888). For more about Gilder, see Susan L.
Roberson, "Gilder, Richard Watson (1844–1909)," Walt
Whitman: An Encyclopedia, ed. J.R. LeMaster and Donald D. Kummings (New
York: Garland Publishing, 1998).