Life & Letters


About this Item

Title: Alex K. Reamer to Walt Whitman, 31 July 1885

Date: July 31, 1885

Whitman Archive ID: loc.03553

Source: The Charles E. Feinberg Collection of the Papers of Walt Whitman, 1839–1919, Library of Congress, Washington, D.C. Transcribed from digital images or a microfilm reproduction of the original item. For a description of the editorial rationale behind our treatment of the correspondence, see our statement of editorial policy.

Contributors to digital file: Alex Kinnaman, Stefan Schöberlein, Ian Faith, Kyle Barton, and Nicole Gray

page image
image 1
page image
image 2
page image
image 3
page image
image 4

Bedford Penna
July 31st 85

My Dear Mr Whitman

I am here in these mountains and all around me nature in all her lovliness stands forth. The far distant woods, the singing birds, the many different noted birds and the sparkling dew on the grass and shrubbery all tell to me the same tale A tale of peacefulness and isolation from the busy, busy, striving Cities To me every thing is as the picture of a dream—a pleasant dream—from which I shall soon awake—Time flys by me on winged wheels and the length of my stay is being brought to an end.

Behind me rise high and [vapory?] blue a lone Mountain to whose heights I aspire to climb and on its top to place an American flag—Such has been the custom here so to do for many many years. I will follow in the footsteps of my parents as in their young days they did the very same thing.

Having been told so many times at my mothers knee of how she did these things when she was young. It will be poetry now to me to do so myself Poetry is in the Soul and from the Soul and it delights my Soul to do these things over again as my parents did them. I see many friends and many who were friends of my Father and Mother. It has been 12 years since last I was here and to many I am a "regular suprise party" Hearing them talk of long ago makes me feel as if I were a living monument on the road of Time. A Zeus with compelling arm pointing backwards making man and woman alike review the past. Or an ordinary "finger post" marked, so many miles to Then. I have walked a great deal since I arrived here and enjoyed them very much. The climate is beginning to affect me now as it does all new comers. It makes one very drowzy and sleepy but in that it is very beneficial as it rests one and makes them fat—It is a case of sleep and grow fat instead of laugh and grow fat. It takes several days to recover from the feeling and get acclimated but after that has been done one is ready for any thing—I am sorry to hear of your having been overcome by the heat and hope you have sustained no serious injury, I myself am well and now close with much love to you

I am yours ever truly
Alex K. Reamer

Bedford Co.

P.S. I leave here Monday eve


As yet we have no information about this correspondent.


Published Works | In Whitman's Hand | Life & Letters | Commentary | Resources | Pictures & Sound

Support the Archive | About the Archive

Distributed under a Creative Commons License. Matt Cohen, Ed Folsom, & Kenneth M. Price, editors.