Yours came yesterday and welcomed.2 I am here yet and allowing for the wear and decay-change, the situation continues much the same. You know I am well on my 71st year—lame and almost helpless in locomotion—inertia like a heavy swathing ample dropping pall over me most of the time, but my thoughts and to some extent mental action ab't the same as ever (queer ain't it?)
I have had my daily mid-day massage (another just as I go to bed). Tho't of going out a little in my wheel chair3 but it is bitter cold today here and I shall not. I have just sent a half-page poem to Gilder,4 they have accepted, paid, proofed it, and I believe it will be out in May number.5
I have just had a drink of milk punch—am sitting at present in my two-story den in Mickle St, alone as usual, more buoyant than you might suppose
Walt WhitmanCorrespondent:
The naturalist John Burroughs
(1837–1921) met Whitman on the streets of Washington, D.C., in 1864. After
returning to Brooklyn in 1864, Whitman commenced what was to become a decades-long
correspondence with Burroughs. Burroughs was magnetically drawn to Whitman.
However, the correspondence between the two men is, as Burroughs acknowledged,
curiously "matter-of-fact." Burroughs would write several books involving or
devoted to Whitman's work: Notes on Walt Whitman, as Poet and
Person (1867), Birds and Poets (1877), Whitman, A Study (1896), and Accepting
the Universe (1924). For more on Whitman's relationship with Burroughs,
see Carmine Sarracino, "Burroughs, John [1837–1921] and Ursula [1836–1917]," Walt Whitman: An Encyclopedia, ed. J.R. LeMaster and
Donald D. Kummings (New York: Garland Publishing, 1998).