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About this Item

Title: Talbot Wilson

Creator: Walt Whitman

Date: Between 1847 and 1854

Whitman Archive ID: loc.00141

Source: Notebook LC #80 |  The Thomas Biggs Harned Collection of the Papers of Walt Whitman, 1842–1937, Library of Congress, Washington, D.C. Transcribed from digital images of the original. For a description of the editorial rationale behind our treatment of the notebooks, see our statement of editorial policy.

Editorial note: Early discussions of this notebook dated it in the 1840s, and the date associated with it in the Library of Congress finding aid is 1847. The cover of the notebook features a note calling it the "Earliest and Most Important Notebook of Walt Whitman." A note on leaf 27 recto includes the date April 19, 1847, and the year 1847 is listed again as part of a payment note on leaf 43 recto. More recently, however, scholars have argued that Whitman repurposed this notebook, and that most of the writing was more likely from 1853 to 1854, just before the publication of Leaves of Grass. Almost certainly Whitman began the notebook by keeping accounts, producing the figures that are still visible on some of the page stubs, and later returned to it to write the poetry and prose drafts. For further discussion of dating and the fascinating history of this notebook into the twentieth century, see Matt Miller, Collage of Myself: Walt Whitman and the Making of Leaves of Grass (Lincoln: University of Nebraska Press, 2010), 2–8. See also Andrew C. Higgins, "Wage Slavery and the Composition of Leaves of Grass: The 'Talbot Wilson' Notebook," Walt Whitman Quarterly Review 20:2 (Fall 2002), 53–77; and Floyd Stovall, "Dating Whitman's Early Notebooks," Studies in Bibliography 24 (1971), 197–204.

Scholars have noted a relationship between this notebook and much of the prose and poetry that appeared in the 1855 edition of Leaves of Grass. See, for instance, Edward Grier, Notebooks and Unpublished Prose Manuscripts (New York: New York University Press, 1984), 1:53–82. The notebook was lost when Grier published his transcription (based on microfilm). The notebook features an early (if not the earliest) example of Whitman using his characteristic long poetic lines, as well as the "generic or cosmic or transcendental 'I'" that appears in Leaves of Grass (Grier, 1:55).

Contributors to digital file: Elizabeth Lorang, Matt Miller, Andrew Jewell, Kenneth M. Price, Stacey Berry, Brett Barney, and Nicole Gray



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Talbot Wilson st.

go to corner Division av. & 7th st.

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Walter Whitman

71 Prince street and 30 Fulton st.

Brooklyn

106 Myrtle avenue

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Mr. Stebbins

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Be simple and clear.—Be not occult.

True noble expanded American character is raised on a far more lasting and universal basis than that of any of the characters of of the "gentlemen" of aristocratic life, or of novels, or in the European or Asiatic forms of society or government.—It is to be illimitably proud, independent, self-possessed and generous and gentle.—It is to accept nothing except what is equally free and eligible to every body else.—It is to be poor, rather than rich—but to prefer


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death sooner than any mean dependence.—Prudence is part of it, because prudence is the right arm of independence.

Every American young man should carry himself with the finished and haughty bearing of the greatest ruler and proprietor—for he is the a great ruler and proprietor—th the greatest.

Great latitude must be allowed to others

Bring Play your muscle, and it will be lithe as willow and [gutta?]


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caoutchouc and strong as iron—I wish to see American [young?] men the workingmen, carry themselves with a high horse


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Where is the being of whom I am the inferior?—It is the            of ^the sly or shallow to divide men like the metals, into those more precious and others less precious, instrinsically

I never yet knew what it was to feel how it felt to ^think I stanood in the presence of my superior.—I could now abase myself if God If the presence of Jah were God were made visible immediately before ^me, I could not abase myself.—How do I know but I shall myself


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I will not have be the cart, nor the load on the cart, nor the horses that draw the cart; but I will be the little pair of little hands that guide the cart.—


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Ask Mr. Dwight about the highest numeral term known


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Different objects which decay, and by the chemistry of nature, their bodies are            into spears of grass—


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American under takes receives with calmness the spirit of the past


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Bring all the art and science of the world, and baffle and humble it with one spear of grass


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Liberty is not the end fruition but the dawn of the morning of a nation.—The night has passed and the day appears when people walk abroad—to do evil or to do good


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The soul or spirit transmutes itself into all matter—into rocks, and cand live the life of a rock—into the sea, and can feel itself the sea—into the oak, or other tree—into an animal, and feel itself a horse, a fish, or a bird—into the earth—into the motions of the suns and stars—

A man only is interested in any thing when he identifies himself with it—he must himself be whirling and speeding through space like the planet


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Mercury—he must be driving like a cloud—he must shine like the sun—he must be orbic and balanced in the air, like this earth—he must crawl like the pismire—he must

—he would be growing fragrantly in the air, like a the locust blossoms—he would rumble and crash like the thunder in the sky—he would spring like a cat on his prey—he would splash like a whale in [the?]


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The mean and bandaged soul spirit is perpetually dissatisfied with itself—It is too wicked, or too poor, or too feeble


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Never speak of the soul as any thing but intrinsically great.—The adjective affixed to it must always testify greatness and immortaliy and purity.—


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The ^effusion or corporation of the soul is always under the beautiful laws of physiology—I guess the soul itself can never be any thing but great and pure and immortal; but it is [illegible] makes itself visible only through matter—a perfect head, and [bot?] bowels ^and bones to match will is the easy gate through which it comes from its wonderful embowered garden, and pleasantly appears to the sight


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of the world.—A twisted skull, and blood made becom thin watery or rotten by ^ancestry or gluttony, or rum or bad disorders,—they are the darkness toward which the plant will not grow, although its seed lies inwaiting for ages.—


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Wickedness is most likely the absence of freedom and health in the soul.—If a man ^babe or woman ^babe of decent progenitors should grow up without restraint or starvation or


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Every soul has its own language, The reason why any truth [is?] which I tell is not apparent to you, is mostly because I fail of translating it from my language into


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Every soul has its own individual language, often unspoken, or lamely feebly haltingly spoken; but a perfect true fit for [illegible]that a and man, and perfectly adapted forto his use.—The truths I tell ^to you or any other, may not be apparent plain to you, or that other, because I do not translate them well right fully from my idiom into yours.—If I could do so, and do it well, they would be as apparent to you as they are to me; for they are eternal truths.—No two have exactly the same language, but and the great translator


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and joiner of all ^the whole is the poet, because He enters into th has the divine grammar of all tongues, and what says ^indifferently and alike, How are you friend? to the President in the midst of his cabinet, and Good day my brother, to Sambo, among the black slaves rowed hoes of the sugar field, and both ^understand him and know that his his speech is ^right, well, right. for his hi


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The universal and fluid soul impounds within itself not only all the good characters and heros, but the distorted characters, murderers, thieves


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and I said to my soul When we become the god enfoldingers of all these ^orbs, and open to the life and delight and knowledge of every thing in them, or of them, shall we be filled and satisfied?

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No, when we fetch that height, we shall not be filled and satisfied, but shall look as high beyond.

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Dilation

I think the soul will never stop, or attain to any its growth beyond which it shall not go. no further.—^When I have sometimes when I walked at night by the sea shore and looked up to at the stars countless stars, and ^I have asked of my soul whether it would be filled and satisfied when it was ^should become thea god enfolding an all these, and open to the life and delight and knowledge of every thing in them or of them; and the answer was plain[er?] to my ear me


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thanat the [sa?] breaking water on the sands at my feet; and it ^the answer was, No, when I reach there, I shall want more to go further still.—


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The run of poets and the learned have

When you show me how I inquire see where the east is greater than the west,—how where the ^sound man's part of the ^ new born child is greater than the ^sound woman's part—how or where the a father            [than?] is more needful than a mother to produce me—then I know guess I shall see how spirit is greater than matter.—On Here The run of poets and the learned invariably always stub their toes here, and generally fall and sh

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You have been told that intellect mind is greater than matter

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[run?] always strike here, and [it?] here shoots the ballast of many a grand head.—My life is a miracle and my body which lives is a miracle; but of what I can nibble at the edges of the limitless and delicious wonder I know that I cannot separate the them, and call one superior and the other inferior, any more than I can say my sight is greater than my eyes.—

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I cannot understand the mystery, but I ^am always think ^conscious of myself as two—as my soul and I; and I gu reckon it is the same with all oth men and women.—


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I know that my body will decay


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whose sides are crowded with the rich cities of all living philosophy, and oval gates [hop?] that let pass you in to immortal gardens landscapes of hill sides and fields of clover and sass and landscapes of clumped with sassafras, and orchards of good apples, and if you every breath ^through your mouth shall be of a new perfumed, immortal and elastic air, which is love.—

But I will take every each man on or and woman ^man and woman of you to the window and open the shutters and the sash, and my left arm shall hook [him?] you round the waist, and my right shall point shall point you to the road endless and beginningless road along

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I will not be a great philosopher, and found any school, and [bring?] build it on with iron pillars, and gather the young me around me, and make them my disciples, and found a that a new ^superior churches orand politics. ^shall come.——But I will

show every man, unhook the sh open the shutters and the window sash, and you shall stand at my side, and I will show hook my lefting arm around your waist till I point you ^to the road ^along which leads to all the learning knowledge and truth and pleasure are the cities of all living philosophy and all pleasure.Not I or any —not God—can travel

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it this road for you.—It is not far, it is within reach the stretch of your arm thumb; perhaps you shall find you are on it already, and did not know.—Perhaps you shall find it every where on over the ocean and ^over the land, when you once have the vision to behold it.—


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If I am hungry and with my money last dime buy a loaf of get me some meat and bread, and would have appetite enough to eat relish it all.—But ^then like a phantom at my side ^suddenly appears a starved face, either human or brute, uttering not a word,. but with— Am I a Have I th[en?] the passionless squid or clam-shell, not to feel in my heart that now I am it were my

Now do I talk of mine and his?—Is ^Has my heart no more passion than the a squid or clam shell hads?


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1847

April 2[0?]19th mason commenc'd work on the basement rooms

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TI know the bread is mine, I have not a [fip?] dime more my bread, and ^that on it must I dine and sup,. for the dime that bought it was my last.—I know th[a?] I may munch, and munch and not grit my teeth against the laws of church or state. What is this then that balances itself upon my lips and wrestles like as with the knuckles of God, for

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The world ^ignorant man is demented with the madness of owning things—of having title by warranty deeds and lawful possession court clerks' records, and with perfect the right to mortgage, sell, dispose of give away or raise money on certain possessions.—But the wisest soul knows that nothing ^no not one object in the vast universe can really be owned by one man or woman any more than another.—The measureless fool orthodox who fancies that who proprietor says [t?]This is mine. I earned or received or paid for it,—and ^by [an?] positive right of [my own I?] I will put this a fence around it, and keep the it exclusively to myself. . . . . . yYet—yet—what ^cold drop is


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that it that ^which slowly patters, patters like water fine points cold with sharp and specks of water down poisoned points, on the skull of his greediness, and go whichever way he will may, it still hits him, as though he see not whence it comes drips nor what it is?—How can I be so that dismal and measureless fool not to understand see the hourly lessons of an the ^one eternal law, which that he who would grab blessings to himself, and as by right, and deny others their equal chance—and will not share with them every thing that he has


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He cannot share with them his friend or his wife because no man owns these of them he is no owner, except of He except of by their love, and if any one gets that away from him, he had should lets wife and friend the whole wife and friend go, the tail with the hide.


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[transposition mark] may as well be it is best not to curse, but quietly call the offal cart to his door and let ^physical wife or friend go, the tail with the hide.—


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The dismal and measureless fool called a rich man, or a [thriving?]thriver, What folks call a thriving or rich man is more likely some dismal and measureless fool, who leaves the fields leaves untasted untouched the [immortal?] tables spread all the million [every?] part of those countless and [every?] spread tables thick with in the immortal dishes, every one heaped with the meats and drinks of God, and thinks hi fancies himself smart because he tugs and sweats in the slush after among cinders, and parings, and slush


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While the

The ignorant think that to the entertainment of life, you are they will be admitted by a ticket or check, and the air of dream of their existence is to get the money that they may buy this env wonderful card.—But the wise soul


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the sidewalks of eternity they ^are the freckles of Jupiter

(3 every bite, I put between them, and if I my my belly is the victor, it that will not cannot then so ^even then be foiled, but follows the crust innocent food down my throat my throat and is like ^ makes it ^turns it to fire and lead within me?—What ^angry [man?] snake that hisses whistles softly hisses at my ear, as saying, deny your greed and this night your soul shall O fool will you stuff your greed and starve your soul?


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(And what is ^it but my [earl?] soul that hisses like an angry snake, O fFool! will you stuff your greed and starve me?


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The being I want to see you develope become

If God himself ^If I walk with Jah in ^Heaven and he assume to be intrinsically greater than I, it offends me, and I will ^shall certainly withdraw myself from Heaven,—for the great soul will prefers freedom in the lonesomest prairie to to or the woo untrodden woods—and there can be no freedom where


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Shall we never see a being Why can we not see menbeings who by the majesty manliness and transparence of histheir natures, disarms all criticism and the rest of the entire world, and brings them one and all to his side, as friends and believers?—W Are we never to Can no father and [illegible] beget or mother conceive I would see that ^a man ^child so entire and so elastic tha and so free from all discords, that whatever action he do or whatever syllable he utt speak, it shall be melodious to all men creatures, and none shall


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be an exception to the universal ^and affectionate Yes of the earth.

tThe first effusions inspiration of ^real wisdom in [illegible] our souls lets us know that all human beings the selfishness and malignity that appeared self will and wickedness we thought so vast unsightly in our race are [makes?] are but as the freckles ^and bristly beard of Jupiter—[illegible]           in to to be removed by washes and razors, from the if under the judgment of genteel squirts, and but ^in the sight of the great master, proportionate and essential and sublime.—in the sight of the master—grand great master


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not ^by no means what we were told, but something far different, and better,—These are and an essential part of the universe.—a p which cannot and must not ungrateful to amiss to the keen accomplished d any t es but except to ^the spirits of the feeble and the shaved.—the shorn.—spirits taste. spirits.—


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I will not descend among professors and capitalists and good society—I will turn up the ends of my trowsers up around my boots, and my cuffs back from my wrists and go among with the rough drivers and boatmen and men who that catch fish or hoe corn, work in the field, I know that they are sublime


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I am the poet of slaves,
and of ^the masters of slaves

I am the poet of the body

And I am

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I am the poet of the body

And I am the poet of the soul

The I go with the slaves ^of the earth ^equally with the are mine, and
the masters are equally mine.

And I will stand between
the masters and the slaves,

And I eEntering into both, and
so that both shall understand
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II am the poet of sStrength
and Hope

Swiftly pass I

Where is the house of
any one dying?

Thither I speed and raise
turn the knob of the door,

Let Let And tThe physician and the
priest stand aside, ^timidly withdraw,

^That I seize on the despairer ghastly man
and raise him with
resistless will;

O ghastly man despairer! you
shall I say ^tell you, you
shall not die go down,

Here is my hand arm, sink
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In my O Lo! with With tremendous will breath,
I force him to dilate,

I will not

Doubt and fear

With Treading

Baffling doubt and

I will

Doubt shall not

Sleep! for I and they
stand guard
this night,

And when you rise
in the morning you
find that I told the what I told you is so.

take [in?] X

Not doubt not fear not
death itself shall lay
fingers on [illegible] man him I lay finger [on?] you whomsoever I

For I have [illegible] said the word and
And you are mine

And I [illegible] have him all
to myself

tr up X

Every room of the your house will do
I fill with armed men

Lovers of me, [illegible] bafflers of
hell,

Keeping back

And while

[Th?]


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I am the poet of reality

The ^ know I say the earth is [illegible]not ^an echo;

Man is not Nor man an apparition;

What we see is real; But that all I see ^[the things seen?] [all?] is real

And It is tThe witness and
albic dawn of ^things equally real wh[illegible]th
we ^ [illegible] do [illegible] not ^yet seen

But which is I know to be equally
real, I know.

I know you too, solid
earth hills ground and and rocks,

I have been

I believe in have split the earth
and the hard coal and rocks
and the solid bed of the sea

And have sent my soul And went down to
to take board reconnoitre there
a long time,

And [I?] may [illegible] bring me back
its a report,


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And now I know ^understand that
it is what the
it is all ^those are positive and dense ^every one

And that what itthey seems to
the child it is they are

And that

For G God [illegible] does not joke

Nor is any thing man there any
sham in the universe.

And the world is no joke,

Nor any th part of it a sham,


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I am the for sinners and the
unlearned


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I am

I am the poet of little
things and of babes

I am I The Of the each [ab?] gnats in the air,
and the every of beetles rolling ^ his balls ^of dung,

I built a nest in the Afar in the sky here
was a sky nest

And my soul staid there flew thither
to [st?] reconnoitre
and squat, and looked
long upon the universe out,

And saw millions ^the journeywork of of
suns and systems of
suns,

And has known since that

And now I know that
each a leaf of grass
is not less than
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And that the pismire
is ^equally perfect, and all the every
grains of sand, and
every egg of the wren.

And that

And the [knotty?] tree-toad is a chef'
douvre for the highest,

And the running-blackberry
mocks the ornaments of
would adorn the house parlors
of Heaven

And the cow crunching with
depressed neck surpasses
all statues every statue,

*

And ^a thousand pictures [illegible] great and small crowd the the [illegible] rail-fence, with and [illegible] hang on its
loose heaped stones and some
elder and poke-weed.

Is picture enough

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Amount rec'd from Mr. V. A.

1847

I am the poet of Equality.

* And a mouse is miracle
enough to stagger an infidel,
trillions of infidels.

And I cannot put my toe
anywhe to the ground,

But it shall must touch numberless
and curious books

Each one above scorning all that
science of schools and
science of the world
can do fully to read translate them.

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Buoyed with tremendous breath
shall you be, and dilated

I [illegible] dilate you with tremendous
breath,[—?]

I buoy you up,

Every room of your house do
I fill with armed men

Lovers of me, bafflers of hell,

Sleep! for I and they staynd
guard all this night

Not doubt, not fear, not
Death shall lay finger
upon you

God and I have ^embraced you, and
henceforth possess you
all to ourmyselves,

And when you rise in the
morning you shall find it
is so.—


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☞ X

And the odor of the
salt marsh is ^delicious perfume,
enough

And the salt marsh ^and creek have
a delicious odors,

And a potato and ears of
maize make a fat
breakfast, when need

And a handfull of huckleberrys from the woods
distill an a a joyous
deliriums


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God and I are [now here?]

Speak?! what would you
have of us?


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I am the Poet


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Do Have you supposed it beautiful
to be born?

I tell you ^I know it it is more just as
beautiful to die;

For I take my death with the dying

And my birth with the new-born babes


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I am the poet of sin,

For I do not believe in sin

In the silence of and darkness

Among murderers and cannibals
and traders in slaves

Stepped my soul spirit with
light feet, and pried among
them their heads and [drew in?] made fissures
in their breasts, to look through

And there like [saw?] folded fœtuses of twins

And not in a single one
there in every brain
of the earth

saw truth and sympathy
lay folded, like ^the fœtus of twins in the womb,

Mute with bent necks, ^Waiting to be born.—

And one was sympathy and one was truth.


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I am the poet of women as well
as men.

The woman is not the same less than the man as

But she is not never less the same,

I remember I stood one Sunday
forenoon,

(the Peasemaker)


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Strength

Where is one abortive, mangy,
cold?

Starved of his masculine lustiness?

Weakened, Without core

Loose in the knees, without core? and [illegible] grit and and grit?

Clutch fast to me, my my
ungrown brother,

And That I will infuse you
with ^grit and jets of new grit life

I will am not to be denied—I compel;

* I have stores plenty and
to spare

And ^of whatsoever I have I share bestow
fully with upon you.

And first I bestow of my love,

* It is quite indifferent to me
who you are are.


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It were easy to be rich
owning a dozen banks

But to be rich


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It were easy to grant
offices and favors being
President

But to grand largess and
[favor?]


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It were easy to be
beautiful with a fine
complexion and regular
featurs

But to beautiful


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It were easy to be
shine and attract attention
in grand clothes

But to outshine ?
in sixpenny muslin


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One touch of a tug of
me has made unhaltered all
my other senses [run?]
but feeling

That pleases the rest so,
they have given up to it f themselves
in submission

They are all emulous
to swap themselves
off for what it can do, to them,

Every one wants to must be feeling a touch.—

Or if that cannot be else,
they she will abdicate
and nibble only at
the edges of a touch. feeling.

They bring gifts to the
come move caressingly all
over ^up and down my body

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They stand on [my?] each finger
end and promontory,

They have left leave themselves
and brought all their come with bribes
^ their store to whatever ^[their?] to whatever part of
me touches.—

Sometimes tTo my lips, and
and to the palms of
my hands, and whatever
my hands hold.

Each brings the best she
has,

For each is now in love
with touch.

Each would be touc

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Now I do not wonder
a touch now why that ^one feeling now, or does so
much for me, now,

He is recruited from free of all
the rest.—and improves
swiftly begets offspring of
them, better than the
dams.

A touch now shows me
how ^reads me a library of knowledge delight
can be read in an
instant.

It shows me how

It smells for me the
fragrance of roses wine and lemon-blows,

It tastes for me ripe
strawberries and
melons.—

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It talks for me with
a tongue of its own,

It finds an ear wherever
it taps or rests or taps,

It brings all the rest around it,
and to enjoy [them?] and them awhile and [then?] and they ^[all?] stand on a headland and
mock me

I am all given up by
traitors,

An I am myself the greatest
traitor.

All ^The sentries have deserted and the every
other part of [illegible] [home?] but one,


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I roam about drunk, and
stagger


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They have left me to touch ^and gone taken to be
their place on a headland
the better to witness

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They have left me helpless
to the torrent of touch

They have all come to the

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I am given up by traitors,

I talk wildly [I?] am surely out of my head,

I am myself the greatest
traitor.

For I went myself first
to the headland

Unloose me touch I can
stand it no longer you are taking the breath from my throat

Unbar your gates—I
can hold would keep you no
longer, for if I do you are too much for me.—
you will kill me

Pass out of me

Pass as you will
Gods! will

headland to witness and
assist against me.—

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Fierce Wrestler! do you keep
your heaviest strokes grip for
the last?

Gods! Wrestler! wWill you sting
me most even at
parting?

Will you struggle even
at the grthreshold with
gigantic delicious spasms
more delicious than all before?

Will you renew th[illegible]
and

Does it make you ache
so to leave me?

W. Even as you fade
and withdraw

Do you wish to show me
that even what you
did before was nothing
to what you can do?

Or have you and all the
rest combined to see
how much I can
undergo

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Pass as you will;
take drops of my
life, only go.
or is if that is
what you are
after

Only pass to some one
else, for I can
contain you no longer.

I held more than I thought

I did not think I was big
enough for so much exstasy

Or that a touch could
take it all out of me.

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I am a Curse:

sSharper than wind serpent's
eyes or wind of the
ice-fields!

O topple down like Curse!
topple more heavy than
death!

I am lurid with rage!

I invoke Revenge to assist
me.—

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A divine fa

Let fate pursue them

I do not know any horror
that is dreadful enough
for them—

What is the worst whip
you have

May the genitals—— that
begat them rot

May the womb that begat


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I will not listen

I will not spare

They shall ^not hide themselves
in grtheir graves

I will pursue them thither

Out with them [from?]coffins—

Out with them from their
shrouds!

The lappets of God shall
not protect them


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This shall be placed in the
library of the laws,

And they shall be placed in
the childs—doctors
—songwriters


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+

The sepulchre

Observing the shroud

The sepulchre and the white
linen have yielded me
up

Observing the summer grass


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In vain ^were the nails driven through my
hands, and my head my
head mocked with a
prickly

I am here after I remember my
crucifixion and my
bloody coronation

+/

The I remember the mockers and the buffeting insults

I am just as alive in
New York and San
Francisco, after two thousand
years.

Again I tread the streets after
two thousand years.


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Nothing

Not all the traditions can
put vitality in ch
built churches

They are not alive, they are
cold mortar and brick,

I can easily can build as good, and so can
you.—

The bBooks are not men—
all the

they but


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In other authors of the first class
there have been celebraters
of ? low life and characters
—holding it up as curious
observers—but here is
one who enters in it
with love


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I follow (animals and birds.)

Literature is full of perfumes

(criticism on Myself)

the tow trowsers thee
lodge hut in the woods
the stillhunt


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The highway
The road


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It seems to say
sternly, Back
Do not leave me
—Loss—is [an?]

O road I am
not [cut away]

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These are the thoughts of all
men in all ages and
lands—

They are not original with
me—they are mine
—they are yours just
the same

If these thoughts are not
for all they are
nothing

If they do not enclose
everything they are
nothing

If they are not the
school of all [the?]
physical moral
and mental they are
nothing

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Test of a poem

How far it can elevate, enlarge, ^purify deepen, and make happy the ^attributes of the body and soul of a man


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* the people of this state shal instead of being ruled by the old complex laws, and the involved machinery of all governments hitherto, shall be ruled mainly by individual character and conviction.—The recognized character of the citizen shall be so pervaded by the best qualities of law and power that law and power shall be superseded from the government and transferred to the citizen


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Justice does not depend upon is not varied or tempered in the passage of an laws by legislatures.—The legislatures cannot settle alter it any more than they can settle love or pride.—or the attraction of gravity. The quality of justice is in the soul.—It is immutable . . . . it remains through all times and nations and administrations . . . . it does not depend on majorities and and minorities . . . . Whoever violates it may shall fall pays the penalty just as certainly as he who violates the attraction

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of gravity . . . . whether a nation ^violates it or an individual, it makes no difference.

The test of justice is tThe consciousness of any individuals is the test of justice.—What is mean or cruel for an individual is so for a nation.


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I am not so anxious to give you the truth,

But I am very anxious to see have you understand that ^all truth and power are feeble to you except your own.—You Can I beget a child for you?


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This is the common air . . . .
it is for the heroes
and sages . . . . it is for
the workingmen and
farmers . . . . it is for the
wicked just the same
as the righteous.

I will not have a single
person left out . . . . I
will ^have the prostitute and
the thief invited . . . . I
will make no difference
between them and the rest.

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Let every thing be as free as possible.—There is always danger in constipation.—There is never danger in no constipation.—Let the schools and hospitals for the sick and idiots and the aged be perfectly free


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No matter what stage of excellence and pr grandeur a nation has arrived to, it shall be but the start to further excellence and grandeur.—It shall enlarge the doors.—If it once settle down, placidly, content with what is, or with the past, it begins then to decay


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There are many pleasant

Man has not art enough to make the truth [illegible] repulsive—[a?] nor of all the beautiful things of the universe is there any more beautiful than truth


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In the earliest times (as we call them—though doubtless the term is wrong.) every thing written allat all was poetry.—To write ^any how was a beautiful wonder.—Therefore history, laws, religion, war, ^were all in the keeping of the poet.—He was literature.—It was nothing but poems. Though a division and subdivision of subjects has for many centuries been made since then, it still prevails very much


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as in those early times, so called.—Every thing yet is made the subject of poetry—narratives, descriptions, jokes, sermons, recipes, &c &c


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vast and tremendous is the scheme! It involves no less than constructing a state nation of nations—a state whose integral state whose grandeur and comprehensiveness of territory and people make the mightiest of the past almost insignificant—and

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Could we imagine such a thing—let us suggest that before a manchild or womanchild was born it should be suggested that a human being could be born—imagine the world in its formation—the long rolling heaving cycles—can man appear here?—can the beautiful animal vegetable and animal life appear here?


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Washington House

Central st. Lowell


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or 13 or 25)

No 11 Massachusetts Corporation

Jane & Rebecca Horton


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John I. Storms

Big Creek P.O.

Shelby county Tenn.


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102 Reade st

Talbot Wilson st.

between Lee & Division av.

two squares east of Bedford av

Chapman

147 Atlantic st.

bet Henry & Clinton

14

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