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His elastic, eclectic "I" inviting conflicts and embracing inconsistencies "gives up" to the reader "my
and let one line of my poems contradict another!"
1904–1973), telluric and epic poet of America and of the people, declares, "I hold [Whitman] to be my
—They retard my book . . ."
As late as 1888 he said of phrenology to Horace Traubel: "I guess most of my friends distrust it—but
In "Song of Myself" the poet asserts: "Before I was born out of my mother generations guided me, / My
"Song of Myself" the persona's freeing himself of "ties and ballasts" and "skirt[ing] the sierras, my
statement near the beginning that describes it as dialectical: "I feel the parts harmoniously blended in my
his remarks to others of how it was to live with Louisa and George: "[I] have for three years, during my
as at an inn—and the whole affair in precisely the same business spirit" (Correspondence 3:47), and "My
the morning, & keeps me a good bed and room—all of which is very acceptable—(then, for a fellow of my
KarenWolfe"Good-Bye my Fancy!" (1891)"Good-Bye my Fancy!"
1891)The concluding poem of the Second Annex to the "authorized" 1891–1892 Leaves of Grass, "Good-Bye my
"Good-Bye my Fancy!"
"Good-Bye my Fancy!"
"Good-Bye my Fancy!" (1891)
and other customs of the ancient Egyptians, in whose country I have passed the last twenty years of my
My fit is mastering me!”
I put on my coat and hat.”
And I kept writing my own poetry.
My brothers and my sisters of this New World, we remember that, as Whitman said, “I do not trouble my
“You know,” she said, “I didn’t know anything about him at that time.We had read ‘O Captain, My Captain
. * "No one will get at my verses who insists upon viewing them as a literary performance, or as aiming
Leaves of Grass has been chiefly the outcropping of my own emotional and other personal nature—an attempt
day, there can be no such thing as a long poem, fascinated him: "The same thought had been haunting my
flashes of lightning, with the emotional depths it sounded and arous'd (of course, I don't mean in my
"I round and finish little, if anything; and could not, consistently with my scheme.
I wish to see my benefactor, and have felt much like striking my tasks and visiting New York to pay you
my respects.
The air tastes good to my palate.
Was't charged against my chants they had forgotten art?
Another song on the death of Lincoln, "Oh Captain! My Captain!"
Y.) and My Life on It as Child and Young Man…Printing Office—Old Brooklyn…Lafayette…Broadway Sights…My
I have been exercised deeply about it my whole life.)
Again he was ask'd to yield, this time by a rebel captain.
The rebel captain then shot him—but at the same instant he shot the captain.
From today I enter upon my 64th year.
he screams to a gaping universe: "I, Walt Whitman, an American, one of the roughs, a Cosmos; I shout my
voice high and clear over the waves; I send my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world."
From those beginning notes of sickness and love, there in the mist, From the thousand responses in my
O what is my destination? O I fear it is henceforth chaos!"
head at nightfall, and he is fain to say, "I too am not a bit tamed—I too am untranslatable; I sound my
I do not press my finger across my mouth, I keep as delicate around the bowels as around the head and
Amelioration is my lesson, he says with calm voice, and progress is my lesson and the lesson of all things
I am the teacher of athletes, He that by me spreads a wider breast than my own proves the width of my
own, He most honors my style who learns under it to destroy the teacher.
What is commonest and cheapest and nearest and easiest is Me, Me going in for my chances, spending for
My Captain!” and then a review of Drum-Taps.
“O Captain! My Captain!”
In 1889, he told Traubel, “It’s My Captain again: always My Cap- tain: the school readers have got along
I will not strip the clothes from my body to meet my lover the sea, I will not touch my flesh to the
29, 75–76, 109–10, 159–61, 195; and My Captain!”
"O my brave soul! O farther, farther sail! O daring joy, but safe!
) For that, O God—be it my latest word — here on my knees, Old, poor, and paralysed—I thank thee.
"My terminus near, The clouds already closing in upon me, The voyage balk'd, the course disputed, lost
, I yield my ships to .
"My hands, my limbs, grow nerveless; My brain feels rack'd, bewilder'd; Let the old timbers part I will
soul, / I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass" (section 1).The second, related
knowledge that pass all the argument of the earth,And I know that the hand of God is the promise of my
own,And I know that the spirit of God is the brother of my own,And that all the men ever born are also
my brothers, and the women my sisters and lovers,And that a kelson of the creation is love,And limitless
the 1881 edition are definitive, the annexes that appear after 1881—"Sands at Seventy" and "Good-Bye my
"I round and finish little, if anything; and could not, consistently with my scheme.
Whitman tells us, "Ever since what might be call'd thought, or the budding of thought, fairly began in my
I felt it all as positively then in my young days as I do now in my old ones; to formulate a poem whose
My book ought to emanate buoyancy and gladness legitimately enough, for it was grown out of those elements
, and has been the comfort of my life since it was originally commenced."
last yawp, which (the review) you were frank enough to print in your last issue, emboldens me to speak my
Last Winter I got on skates, my first appearance before an icy audience for fifteen years.
U. is the poet of my concern, her suggestion to that effect was a strong point in favor of Mr.
s fondness for poetry doesn't at all interfere with the clearness of my café noir, the lightness of my
with my lordly prerogative.
excellent companionship made my Kluge tenure one of the most generative times of my creative life.
reader, and my most fiery critic.
to my barestript heart, And reached till you felt my beard, and reached till you held my feet. 142 Whitman
I had to give up my health for it—my body— the vitality of my physical self. . . . What did I get?
O my soldiers twain! O my veterans, passing to burial! 80 What I have I also give you.
rocky founded island—shores where ever gayly dash the coming, going, hurrying sea waves " ("Mannahatta [My
Cycles ferried my cradle, rowing and rowing like cheerful boatmen, For room to me stars kept aside in
All forces have been steadily employed to complete and delight me: Now I stand on this spot with my Soul
He preferred sentimental ballads like "My Mother's Bible," "The Soldier's Farewell," and the "Lament
Her singing, her method, gave the foundation, the start . . . to all my poetic literary efforts" (Prose
reckon,’ he adds, with quaint colloquial arrogance, ‘I reckon I behave no prouder than the level I plant my
afternoons and sitting by him, and he liked to have me—liked to put out his arm and lay his hand on my
were hurt by being blamed by his officers for something he was entirely innocent of—said ‘I never in my
Whitman’s famous rhymed dirge for Lincoln, “O Captain! My Captain!
my Captain!
My Captain!” An unsigned review in The Inde - pendent in 1865 mused that “O Captain!”
My Captain!,” and “When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d.” 15.
My Captain!
In his manuscript notebooks he wrote of "the chanted Hymn whose tremendous sentiment shall uncage in my
or 'Lucrezia,' and Auber's 'Massaniello,' or Rossini's 'William Tell' and 'Gazza Ladra,' were among my
Whitman commented on the singing of this "strangely overpraised woman," writing that she "never touched my
days in Specimen Days and in an essay, "The Old Bowery," collected in the prose section of Good-Bye My
what he had recently described in "A Backward Glance O'er Travel'd Roads" as his program to "exploit [my
The dominant themes in the two annexes, "Sands and Seventy" and Good-Bye my Fancy," as well as in "Old
Speaking to Horace Traubel about their subject matter, Whitman said, "Of my personal ailments, of sickness
This questioning mood may be found in "Queries to my Seventieth Year," published about a month before
Still the lingering sparse leaves are, he says, "my soul-dearest leaves confirming all the rest, / The
Donald BarlowStauffer"Good-Bye my Fancy" (Second Annex) (1891)"Good-Bye my Fancy" (Second Annex) (1891
)This group of poems originally appeared in the book Good-Bye My Fancy (1891), Whitman's last miscellany
the New York theater, etc.A group of thirty-one poems from the book was later printed as "Good-Bye my
death he had frequently expressed in his younger years.There are two poems with the title "Good-Bye my
"Good-Bye my Fancy" (Second Annex) (1891)
First Annex" (the Second Annex contains poems from a previously published miscellany entitled Good-Bye My
Talking to Traubel about the subject matter of these poems, Whitman said, "Of my personal ailments, of
"Queries to My Seventieth Year" reveals some of the ambiguous feelings he has about the year to come.
In "As I Sit Writing Here" he writes, "Not my least burden is that dulness of the years, querilities,
/ Ungracious glooms, aches, lethargy, constipation, whimpering ennui, / May filter in my daily songs
had strong reservations about it, and Whitman later referred to it as "the horrible dismemberment of my
implicit in the lexical conversion of "leaves" of grass into knife-like "blades" in "Scented Herbage of My
She married a sea captain named Davis, but was soon widowed.
Ferry" in her novel Alexander's Bridge (1912), to Whitman's doctrine of the "open road" in her novel My
"The Doctrine of the Open Road in My Ántonia." Approaches to Teaching Cather's "My Ántonia." Ed.
included Two Rivulets, a collection of prose and poetry that Whitman hoped would "set the key-stone to my
liked it, and on 20 April 1884 he wrote to Anne Gilchrist, "I have moved into a little old shanty of my
Illustrated World in April of 1890 and was included in Whitman's collection of prose and poetry Good-Bye My
from that collection as an annex to the Deathbed edition of Leaves of Grass under the title "Good-Bye my
When it was first published, it began with the line "Here my last words, and the most baffling."
They are his "frailest . . . and yet my strongest lasting."
have survived as positive examples of homosexual desire.Whitman admits in this poem, "I shade and hide my
"Some walk by my side" as equals, "some behind" as followers, "and some embrace my arms or neck" as lovers
On the minus side, however, Pound long felt that Whitman, although he was "to my fatherland . . . what
put the entire essay together from segments of four previously published essays—"A Backward Glance on My
Own Road," "How 'Leaves of Grass' Was Made," "How I Made a Book," and "My Book and I"—"A Backward Glance
the essay, his approach: "I round and finish little, if anything; and could not, consistently with my
He characterized him as "my stout, gentlemanly friend, free talker" (356).
to experience a region that had long been vividly alive in his imagination: "I have found the law of my
What begins as a statement of equality between two opposites, "I believe in you my soul, the other I
This idea supports the fluid identity of a speaker who in section 16 "resist[s] any thing better than my
idea of romantic nature philosophy, that ontogeny recapitulates phylogeny: "Before I was born out of my
mother generations guided me, / My embryo has never been torpid, nothing could overlay it."
/ Your facts are useful, and yet they are not my dwelling, / I but enter by them to an area of my dwelling
When Whitman egged him to comment on “My Captain” (a poem Whitman himself several times ridiculed in
“O Captain! My Captain!”
Whitmanletsfly:“I’mhonestwhenIsay,damn‘MyCaptain’andallthe ‘My Captains’ in my book!
”thatturnedthepoetagainstit:“In some cases, as in Whitman’s ‘O Captain, My Captain,’ the high-water mark
My Captain!
at all my notions.
My crime.
All worlds are my worlds. All advances are my advances.
My Captain!”
My hands, my limbs grow nerveless, My brain feels rack’d, bewilder’d, Let the old timbers part, I will
You know my motto: "Better than to stand to sit, better than to sit to lie, Better than to dream to sleep
Here it is copied from [the] volume before us:— O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! O Captain! my Captain!
Leave you not the little spot, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain!
my Captain!
My captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse
But I with mournful tread Walk the spot my Captain lies, Compare with this, for poetic or pathetic feeling
look through the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the spectres in books : ; "You shall not look through my
beautiful, curious, breathing, laughing flesh is enough; To pass among them, or touch any one, or rest my
Not my enemies ever invade me—no harm to my pride from them I fear; But the lovers I recklessly love—lo
me, ever open and helpless, bereft of my strength!
Because my enemies clarify my ego by antagonism, while the mastery of my lovers is indistinguishable
from my own recklessness?
My individuality is yours, my thirst yours, my appetites yours,mydifferencesyours.Iamalikeinmydifferences