Title: Annie Tolman Smith to Walt Whitman, 24 September 1877
Date: September 24, 1877
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Location: The Charles E. Feinberg Collection of the Papers of Walt Whitman, 1839–1919, Library of Congress, Washington, D.C.
Whitman Archive ID: loc.01900
Contributors to digital file: Elizabeth Lorang, John Schwaninger, Ashley Lawson, Nima Najafi Kianfar, Caterina Bernardini, and Nicole Gray
Sept. 24th 1877
My desire to address you springs from a question addressed me by a member of my class in literature.
What do you think of Walt Whitman?
Up to that moment I had read only a single one of your poems "The two mysteries" which moved me by its subtlety and beauty. Soon after the question, which I was not prepared to answer, came comments in a British Review to the effect that Americans did not know their poets when they had them, instancing our slow appreciation of yourself—put me upon the determination to know your works, but I have only been able to secure a volume of Leaves of Grass, which I understand are your earlier poems—
I should feel that my addressing you was an insult, if I could pretend not to have been moved by these. You seemed to me as near the divine secret of Nature, as most poets have been to her external graces and to have restored almost the virginal force, and vividness to language. But as true poems, are not like mosaics to be admired in bits, I have sought to discern the distinctive idea which informs and controls the expression in these
I feel its presence, but am conscious that I do not define it, nor am I able to get at your idea of poetical form which seems to me as essential an element in poetry, as lines of beauty are in the plastic arts. Many expressions in your poems pain me because many things which seem to me sacred, because natural, are profaned by the utterance. I have long been enamored of the poetry of the past, but lately find myself longing to come into sympathy with the poetry of the present, and most of all, as a teacher, I desire to know the truth of all art. Should you pardoning my presumption, and my candor, be kind enough to explain the points to which I have referred, I should consider myself highly favored.
I do not know which is most likely to reconcile you to the liberty I have taken, the accompanying letter, or the recollection of your own words—"Stranger if you passing meet me, and desire to speak to me—why should you not speak to me?"
A. Tolman Smith,
506–5th St. N.W.