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19 I am become the poet of babes and the little things I descend many steps—I go backward primeval My

equanimous arms feet 209 I surround retrace things steps oceanic—I pass to around not merely my own

. / My feet strike an apex of the apices of the stairs, / On every step bunches of ages, and larger bunches

bribed to swap off with touch, and go and graze at the edges of me, / No consideration, no regard for my

draining strength or my anger" (1855, p. 33).; 22; Transcribed from digital images of the original.;

am myself and nobody else, am the greatest traitor, I went myself first to the headland, — my own hands

I have lost my wits . . . .

I and nobody else am the greatest traitor, / I went myself first to the headland . . . . my own hands

The first several lines of the poem were published in 1880 as "My Picture-Gallery.

.— wood-duck on my distan le around. purposes, nd white playing within me the tufted crown intentional

/ It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life. / My tread scares the wood-drake and

wood-duck on my distant and daylong ramble, / They rise together, they slowly circle around. / . . .

manuscript appeared as the following, in the poem eventually titled "Song of Myself": "All I mark as my

He swoops by me, and rebukes me hoarse ly with his invitation; He complains with sarcastic voice of my

roughs, a kosmos" (1855, p. 29) and "The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me . . . . he complains of my

gab and my loitering. / I too am not a bit tamed . . . .

.— what my touch wanted any thing whatever I wanted.— Surely I am out of my head!

I am lost to myself and someth something else Nature in another form has laid down in my place.

not smell— —I smell the your beautiful white roses— I kiss their soft your leafy lips—I reach slide my

Because I am in my place what of that? The perfect male and female are everywhere in their place.

the 1855 edition of Leaves of Grass, later titled "Song of Myself": "I resist anything better than my

own diversity, / And breathe the air and leave plenty after me, / And am not stuck up, and am in my

to the President at his levee, / And he says Good day my brother, to Cudge that hoes in the sugarfield

of the poem (not including this line) were revised and published in The American in October 1880 as "My

/ Why are there men and women that while they are nigh me the sun-light expands my blood?

/ Why when they leave me do my pennants of joy sink flat and lank?

blood—that if I walk with an arm of theirs around my neck, my soul leaps and laughs like a new-waked

—(Am I loved by them boundlessly because my love for them is more boundless?

truth, my sympathy, and my dignity.

. * shall uncage in my breast a thousand armed great winged broad‑ wide‑winged strengths and unknown

I want that untied tenor, clean and fresh as the Creation, whose vast pure volume floods my soul.

paces and powers, uncage in my heart a thousand new strengths, and unknown ardors and terrible —making

furious than hail hail and lightning. that leap lulling me drowsily with honeyed uncaging waking in my

likely relates to the following lines, from the poem that would be titled "Song of Myself": "I open my

": "My tread scares the wood-drake and wood-duck on my distant and day-long ramble, / They rise together

these lines may relate to the following line in the poem ultimately titled "Song of Myself": "I take my

To the Poor— I have my place among you Is it nothing that I have preferred to be poor, rather than to

See particularly the following lines (from the 1891–2 edition): "O the old manhood of me, my noblest

/ My children and grand-children, my white hair and beard, / My largeness, calmness, majesty, out of

the long stretch of my life" (145).

His blood My gore presently oozes from trickles down from a score of thinned with the plentiful sweat

salt ooze of my skin , And See how it as trickles down the black skin I slowly fall s on the reddened

Grier notes that a portion of this notebook (beginning "How spied the captain and sailors") describes

though I lie so sleepy and sluggish, my tap is death" (1855, p. 74).

man who claims or takes the power to own another man as his property, stabs me in that the heart of my

own The one scratches me a little on the cheek forehead , the other draws his murderous razor through my

t T hat black and huge lethargic mass, my sportsmen, dull and sleepy as it seems, has holds the lightning

eventually titled "Song of Myself": "Buying drafts of Osiris and Isis and Belus and Brahma and Adonai, / In my

Glance O'er Travel'd Roads first appeared in Lippincott's Magazine (January 1887), under the title My

Reprinted in Democratic Vistas, and Other Papers (1888), My Book and I was also combined with How I Made

a Book, Philadelphia Press (11 July 1889) and A Backward Glance on My Own Road, Critic (5 January 1884

pass death with the dying, and birth with the new-washed babe . . . . and am not contained between my

duk.00277xxx.00084MS q 29Drops of my Bloodabout 1860poetry1 leafhandwritten; A manuscript that contains

a backing sheet, together with And there, 'The Scout', and In a poem make the.; duk.00890 Drops of my

The poem is one of the thiry-one poems included in Second Annex--Good-Bye My Fancy, 1891–1892.

27O Earth, My Likeness (1860).

A.MS. draft.loc.00225xxx.00099[O Earth, my likeness]1860poetryhandwritten1 leaf20.5 x 16 cm; A draft

of the poem first published as Calamus, No. 36 in 1860 (Earth, My Likeness in the final version of Leaves

[O Earth, my likeness]

In the 1888 November Boughs, however, Whitman reprinted the 1867 version as Small the Theme of my Chant

manuscript draft may have been written before the Civil War, since it does not include the 1867 line "My

In the 1855 edition of Leaves of Grass , Whitman included the lines: "Who learns my lesson complete?

My Lesson Have you learned my lesson complete: It is well—it is but the gate to a larger lesson—and And

mother generations guided me, / My embryo has never been torpid . . . . nothing could overlay it; /

All forces have been steadily employed to complete and delight me, / Now I stand on this spot with my

White noted a relationship between these pages and the poems "Who Learns My Lesson Complete?

White noted a relationship between these pages and the poems "Who Learns My Lesson Complete?

as two—as my soul and I; and I gu reckon it is the same with all oth men and women.— I know that my

trousers around my boots, and my cuffs back from my wrists and go among the rough drivers and boatmen

I tell you just as beautiful to die; For I take my death with the dying And my birth with the new-born

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

hands, and my head my head mocked with a prickly I am here after I remember crucifixion and bloody coronation

I began to feel very much numbed with the cold, and my eyes suffered a good deal from the glare of the

I was now only able to take three steps at a time without stopping, as my legs began to give way, and

I attribute my being able to reach the top to my wind; I never felt want of breath at any time, while

M., with my hands cut to bits, my nails worn to the quick with holding on, I reached the hut and there

One of my eyes is completely 'bunged up,' the other just enables me to see to write this.

first several lines of that poem (not including the line in question) were revised and published as My

of the poem (not including this line) were revised and published in The American in October 1880 as My

is as untenable as our own famous saying—"A little more grape, Captain Bragg!"

nature shrinking from thy rough embrace, Than summer, with her rustling robe of green, Cool blowing in my

delight; Even the saint that stands Tending the gate of heaven, involved in beams Of rarest glory, to my

No mesh of flowers is bound about my brow; From life's fair summer I am hastening now.

And as I sink my knee, Dimpling the beauty of thy bed of snow, Dowerless, I can but say, O, cast me not

White noted a relationship between these pages and the poems Who Learns My Lesson Complete?

I have foreknown Clearly all things that should be; nothing done Comes sudden to my soul; and I must

. / I intend to reach them my hand and make as much of them as I do of men and women" (1855, p. 64).

See in particular the lines: "The supernatural of no account . . . . myself waiting my time to be one

though I lie so sleepy and sluggish, my tap is death" (1855, p. 74).

Poem in the 1856 edition of Leaves of Grass: "The best I had done seemed to me blank and suspicious, / My

The lines "I am too great to be a mere President or Major General / I remain with my fellows—with mechanics

fool and the wise thinker" may be related to a similar phrase in the poem eventually titled Who Learns My

.00096xxx.00661My Own Poemsundatedpoetryhandwritten1 leaf25.5 x 12.5 cm; Rough draft of a poem entitled My

This draft was published posthumously as My Own Poems. My Own Poems

The first several lines of Pictures (not including this line) were revised and published as My Picture-Gallery

A similar line in that poem reads: "O the joy of my spirit! It is uncaged!

Compare these lines from that edition: "I lean and loafe at my ease . . . . observing a spear of summer

Grass, ultimately titled Song of Myself: "And I know that the spirit of God is the eldest brother of my

leafhandwritten; This manuscript bears some similarity in subject to the poem that became Who Learns My

leafhandwritten; This manuscript bears some similarity in subject to the poem that became Who Learns My

1850 and 1855poetry1 leafhandwritten; Whitman revised this poetic fragment and used it in Who Learns My

On the reverse (nyp.00100) is a fragment related to the poem eventually titled Who Learns My Lesson Complete

The first several lines of that poem were revised and published as My Picture-Gallery in The American

Old Poets and the New Poetry in Pall Mall Gazette (17 November 1890), before it appeared in Good-Bye My

the poems in the 1855 edition of Leaves of Grass, later titled A Song for Occupations and Who Learns My

revision, appeared in the eleventh poem in the 1855 edition of Leaves of Grass, later titled Who Learns My

The clearest relation is to the line: "A minute and a drop of me settle my brain" (1855, p. 33), but

My Spirit sped back to

however, physical and thematic similarities with And I have discovered them by night and by, above, and My

harness," "traces," "the bit"—may relate to the extended metaphor developed in following lines: "Deluding my

bribed to swap off with touch, and go and graze at the edges of me, / No consideration, no regard for my

draining strength or my anger, / Fetching the rest of the herd around to enjoy them awhile, / Then all

those used in Unnamed Lands, a poem published first in the 1860 edition of Leaves of Grass.; duk.00003 My

has been attached by a collector or archivist to a backing sheet, together with 'The Scout', Drops of my