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My Brother's Keeper: James Joyce's Early Years. Ed. Richard Ellmann. New York: Viking, 1958.
Bless the Lord,O my soul!
my special word to thee. Who can be a companion of thy course!
lengthening shadows, prepare my starry nights.
my Captain! our fearful trip is done.
O,the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
At the bottom of the recto of the first leaf we find this passage: My Lesson my Have you learned the
to my bare-stript heart, And reach’d till you felt my beard, and reach’d till you held my feet.
Part of my purpose in this coda to my exploration of the poet’s creative pro- cess is to take advantage
or “To the Leaven’d Soil they Trod,” Or “Captain! My Captain!”
Le Baron), mystical experience, 9, 36 165, 265n9 “Oh Captain! My Captain!”
emerges from his "bower refresh'd with sleep" and urges, "Touch me, touch the palm of your hand to my
body as I pass, / Be not afraid of my body."
A curious line in the middle of the poem—"The body of my love, the body of the woman I love, the body
Amativeness, and even Animality. . . . the espousing principle of those lines so gives breath of life to my
The récherché or ethereal sense, as used in my book, arises probably from it, Calamus presenting the
attachment," concluding "I proceed for all who are or have been young men, / To tell the secret of my
The next poem, "Scented Herbage of My Breast," initially introduces an extraordinarily copious imagery
expose me more than all my other poems."
O pulse of my life! / Need I that you exist and show yourself any more than in these songs."
I shall only say the espousing principle of those lines so gives breath of life to my whole scheme that
Whitman said in "A Backward Glance," "I have not gain'd acceptance of my own time, but have fallen back
argument of the earth," a fragmentary but certain knowledge: "that the spirit of God is the brother of my
own," "that all the men ever born are also my brothers, and the women my sisters and lovers," "that
trance-like state similar to that he entered in section 5: "Wrench'd and sweaty—calm and cool then my
I write to them more to my satisfaction, through my poems.
My book is my best letter, my response, my truest explanation of all.
As to my literary situation here, my rejection by the coteries-& my poverty, (which is the least of my
Ed my nurse gets my breakfast & gets it very well.
For my love for you is hardly less than my love for my natural parent.
My Soul !
'Ve clof'led with him .... the yards entangled ...• the cannon touched, 895 My captain lashed fast with
I laughed content when I heard the voice of my little captain, \Ve have not struck, he composedly cried
-I put my arms around them-touch my lips to them .
my Fancy."
Clear and sweet is my soul, and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.
to my barestript heart, And reached till you felt my beard, and reached till you held my feet.
Captain and all the My Captains in my book!
“I felt my life with both my hands” (Fr 357). 25.
, My Captain,” 18, Wittgenstein, Ludwig, 57, 95 233n29; “Crossing Brooklyn Ferry,” Wolosky, Shira, 30
My Life. London: Victor Gollancz, 1928.Miller, James E., Jr. A Critical Guide to "Leaves of Grass."
Specimen Days (1882), November Boughs (1888), and Good-Bye My Fancy (1891) are important Whitman sources
Whitman often commented upon the genius of Booth and called him "one of the grandest revelations of my
In Specimen Days (1882), November Boughs (1888), and Good-Bye My Fancy (1891), as well as his early newspaper
'My foothold is tenon'd and mortis'd in granite; I laugh at what you call dissolution; And I know the
, my Captain,' 'When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloomed.'
What I experience or portray shall go from my composition without a shred of my composition.
You shall stand by my side and look in the mirror with me.'
place with my own day here.'
On 6 August 1889 O'Dowd commenced a letter to Whitman, addressed as "My Reverend Master," which he never
Within my bosom reside two opposing elements" (Bergman 11).
PatrickMcGuire"My Boys and Girls" (1844)"My Boys and Girls" (1844)While this sketch first appeared in
"My Boys and Girls" (1844)
Like the bachelor-speaker of "My Boys and Girls," the speaker here knows that the way to keep his heart
Childhood here, as in "My Boys and Girls," calls up other reminders of the sorrows of the world and especially
In his Memoirs, Neruda wrote of his own work, "If my poetry has any meaning at all, it is [its] tendency
Another poet of this same hemisphere helped me along this road, Walt Whitman, my comrade from Manhattan
Nixonicide and Praise for the Chilean Revolution) with the following invocation:It is as an act of love for my
In "Starting from Paumanok," Whitman promises to "thread a thread through my poems that time and events
Just when all seems lost, he is redeemed by the miracle of a touch: "He ahold of my hand has completely
Terrible Doubt" echoes the philosophy of other "Calamus" poems, perhaps most closely "Scented Herbage of My
In 1888, after Alcott's death, Whitman said, "Alcott was always my friend" (With Walt Whitman 1:333)
" poem, which acquired its present title in 1867, was originally called by its first line, "City of my
In a line added in 1860 Whitman speaks of the burden of speech as "the secret of my nights and days,"
Robert K.Martin"Scented Herbage of My Breast" (1860)"Scented Herbage of My Breast" (1860)The second of
"Scented Herbage of My Breast" (1860)
Robert K.Martin"What Think You I Take My Pen in Hand?"
(1860)"What Think You I Take My Pen in Hand?"
"What Think You I Take My Pen in Hand?" (1860)
My father, my uncle, my grand-uncle and the several aunts.
In the first he's the unthreaten ing, desexualized rhymster of "0 Captain! My Captain!"
We must of course have read "0 Captain! My Captain!" in school, and I must have hated it.
Moly and My Sad Captains. New York: Farrar, Straus, 1973. - - .
My Likeness!
do I not see my love fluttering out there among the breakers?
Loud I call to you, my love!
who I am, my love.
Hither, my love! Here I am! Here!
But my love no more, no more with me! We two together no more!
and 73d Years of These States," "A Boston Ballad (1854)," "There Was a Child Went Forth," "Who Learns My
My fit is mastering me!"
Ballad (1854)," would be hard to fit into "Song of Myself," and the omission of the slight "Who Learns My
himself the murderous impulse which may precipitate his fits of existential anxiety and sexual guilt: "My
[section 14] and "See, steamers steaming through my poems," etc.
other poems will remind the reader of the declaration that "I am myself just as much evil as good, and my
It also hints of deep unformed feelings mentioned in "Scented Herbage of My Breast," whose "O I do not
Leaves contains only six new poems ("Inscription" [later "One's-Self I Sing" and "Small the Theme of My
most recognizable image of the "Ship of State" had been published in the popular 1865–1866 text, "O Captain
My Captain!
included some of Whitman's most recognizable poetry: "When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd," "O Captain
My Captain!," and "Chanting the Square Deific."
Betsy Erkkila has offered a historical reading of "Lilacs" and "O Captain! My Captain!"
Likewise, in "As I Lay with My Head in Your Lap Camerado," Whitman employs a defiant persona who unsettles
"My Voice Goes After What My Eyes Cannot Reach": Pragmatic Language and the Making of a Democratic Mythology
My voice goes after what my eyes cannot reach, With the twirl of my tongue I encompass worlds and volumes
to balance them at last, My knowledge my live parts....it keeping tally with the meaning of things,
Come my children, Come my boys and girls, and my women and household and intimates, Now the performer
, Depriving me of my best as for a purpose, Unbuttoning my clothes and holding me by the bare waist,
Was't charged against my chants they had forgotten art? . . .
son and my comrade, dropt at my side that day, One look I but gave, which your dear eyes return'd with
do I not see my love fluttering out among the breakers?
Loud I call to you, my love! High and clear I shoot my voice over the waves.
Hither, my love! Here I am! here!
(1871 Leaves).In the opening line of the poem Whitman asks for "something specific and perfect for my
announcing his "positive conviction that some of these birds sing and others fly and flirt about here for my
for me, blew into space a thousand cobwebs of genteel and ethical illusion, and, having thus shaken my
Whatever may be said for the genius that created the peculiar style of (and, for my part, I think a great
Yet it would be wrong not to correct my criticism about Whitman's style by pointing out that there are
Me, ruthless and devilish as any, that my wrists are not chain'd with iron or my ankles with iron?
do I exclude you, Not till the waters refuse to glisten for you and the leaves to rustle for you, do my
"The chief end I purpose to myself in all my labours," wrote Dean Swift, "is to vex the world rather
and flows": "This day, before dawn, I ascended a hill and look'd at the crowded heaven, And I said to my
And my spirit said ' No .'"
suddenly,—reservedly, with a beautiful paucity of communication, even silently, such was its effect on my
Two prose pieces which appeared there under the titles "My Book and I" and "How I made a Book" are now
He said once to my father, 'They talk of the devil—I tell thee, Walter, there is no worse devil than
But a later letter to Rossetti recanted this position: "I cannot and will not consent, of my own volition
, to countenance an expurgated edition of my pieces" (Whitman 942).
Abolitionist author of The Public Life of Captain John Brown and editor of the North American Review,
visionary is not necessarily the same as being a prophet, and Whitman was a visionary: "I am afoot with my
Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd" (hereafter "Lilacs"), "Ethiopia Saluting the Colors," and "O Captain
My Captain!" in the years 1884–1904. Gustav Holst produced a "Walt Whitman Overture" in 1899.
dur- ing my absence.
I have lost my wits . . . .
I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease . . . . observing a spear of summer grass.
roof, my doors, my hearth and home How sweet again to see the light and thee!
gab and my loitering.”
"History of My Whitman Studies." Walt Whitman Quarterly Review 9 (1991): 91–100. Blair, Stanley S.
connections between literature and psychology, as do his two biographies: Melville (1975) and Salem Is My
"My Discovery and Exploration of the Whitman Continent (1941–1991)."
it, in comparison, seem but a mere "mask of materials" or "show of appearance" ("Scented Herbage of My
death as meaning "precisely the same" and as being "folded inseparably together" ("Scented Herbage of My
In the stillness in the autumn moonbeams his face was inclined toward me, / And his arm lay around my
My first instinct about all that Symonds writes is violently reactionary—is strong and brutal for no,
Then the thought intervenes that I maybe do not know all my own meanings" (With Walt Whitman 1:76–77)