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His text is—and it is a stalwart text: "I stand in my place, with my own day, here!" II.
"I resist anything better than my own diversity," he says.
Clifford in his essay on "Cosmic Emotion:" "I open my scuttle at night and see the far-sprinkled far-
"My sun has his sun, and round him obediently wheels, He joins with his partners a group of superior
Hence from my shuddering sight to never more return that Show of blacken'd mutilated corpses!
not live another day; I cannot can not rest, O God — eat Or drink or sleep, till I put forth myself, My
West, where "In a far-away faraway northern county, in the placid, pas- toral pastoral region, Lives my
farmer-friend farmer friend , the theme of my recitative, a famous Tamer of Oxen ." : This is a worthy
O truth of things, I am determined to press my way toward you; Sound your voice!
I exclude you; Not till the waters refuse to glisten for you, and the leaves to rustle for you, do 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
Bent to the very earth, here preceding what follows, Terrified with myself that I have dared to open my
echoes re- coil recoil upon me, I have not once had the least idea who or what I am, But that before all my
to be found in these prurient pages and how any respectable House could publish the volume is beyond 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
I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven.
in a few lines, I shall only say the espousing principle of those lines so gives breath of life to my
make the only growth by which I can be appreciated, I reject none, accept all, then reporduce all in my
For the great Idea, That, O my brethren, that is the mission of poets.
language: "As I have looked over the proof-sheets of the preceding pages, I have once or twice feared that my
here—said: "Only that while I can't answer them at all, I feel more settled than ever to adhere to my
past—that I have always invoked that future, and surrounded myself with it, before or while singing my
camping with lumber-men, Along the ruts of the turnpike . . . along the dry gulch and rivulet bed, Hoeing my
gold-digging . . . girdling the trees of a new purchase, Scorched ankle-deep by the hot sand . . . hauling my
"In the year 80 of the States, My tongue, every atom of my blood, formed from this soil, this air, Born
"Take my leaves, America! take them South, and take them North! Surround them, East and West!
"O my comrade! O you and me at last, and us two only! O to level occupations and the sexes!
If he worships any particular thing, he says it shall be "some of the spread of my own body."
One long passage commences thus: "O my body!
GOOD-BYE, MY FANCY. An Annex to Leaves of Grass By Walt Whitman. 8vo, pp. 66.
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
are not, in any respect, worse than undetected persons— and are not in any respect worse than I am my
He rejoices to feel that he is "not stuck up and is in his [my] place," for "The moth and the fish eggs
How perfect is my soul! How perfect the earth and the minutest thing upon it!
Oh, my soul! If I realize you I have satisfaction. Laws of the earth and air!
"Beginning my studies, the first step pleased me so much, The mere fact, consciousness—these forms—the
pleas'd me so much, I have never gone, and never wish'd to go, any further, But stop and loiter all my
For illustration, he gives utterance to phrases like this: "I effuse my flesh in eddies and drift it
He himself says, "Nor will my poems do good only, they will do just as much harm, perhaps more."
I, the Titan, the hard-mouthed mechanic, spending my life in the hurling of words.
import of his first book ("without yielding an inch, the working-man and working-woman were to be in my
When last in the dooryard the lilacs bloomed [sic]," "Chanting the Square Deific," and "As I lay with my
Me, master, years a hundred since from my parents sundered.
for your dear sake, O soldiers, And for you, O soul of man, and you, love of comrades; The words of my
Whitman as follows: "You came to woo my sister, the human soul.
Phantoms welcome, divine and tender, Invisible to the rest, henceforth become my companions; Follow me
Perfume therefore my chant, O Love! immortal Love!
For that we live, my brethren—that is the mission of Poets.
the sisters Death and Might, incessantly softly wash again, and ever again, this soil'd world. … For my
where he lies, white-faced and still in the coffin—I draw near; I bend down and touch lightly with my
If I worship any particular thing, it shall be some of the spread of my body.'
Earth of the limpid gray of clouds, brighter and clearer for my sake! Far swooping elbowed earth!
If I worship any particular thing, it shall be some of the spread of my own body."—p. 55.
If I worship any particular thing, it shall be some of the spread of my own body."—p. 55.
Sometimes I took up my quarters in the hospital, and slept or watch'd there several nights in succession
excitements and physical deprivations and lamentable sights,) and, of course, the most profound lesson of my
single line or verse picked out here and there from the midst of his descriptions:— "Evening—me in my
room—the setting sun, The setting summer sun shining in my open windows window , showing the swarm of
take one breath from my tremulous lips; Take one tear, dropped aside as I go, for thought of you, Dead
I meant that you should discover me so, by my faint indirections; And I, when I meet you, mean to discover
coffin that slowly passes, I give you my sprig of lilac.
Evidently very intelligent and well-bred—very affectionate—held on to my hand, and put it to his face
.—" He is a painter, carver and sculptor: "A gigantic beauty of a stallion, fresh and responsive to my
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
I sound triumphal drums for the dead—I fling thro' my embouchures the loudest and gayest music for them
their dead songs about dead Europe, and its stupid monks and priests, its chivalry, and its thing a-my-bobs
It still maintains: I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable; I sound my barbaric yawp over
barefooted every few minutes now and then in some neighboring black ooze, for unctuous mud- baths to my
It seem to me more than all the print I have read in my life."
Whitman says "no one will get at my verses who insists upon viewing them as a literary performance, or
After celebrating and singing himself, he continues: "I loafe, and invite my soul."
head at nightfall, and he is fain to say, "I too am not a bit tamed—I too am untranslatable; I sound my
results—and I will show that nothing can happen more beautiful than death; And I will thread a thread through my
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
has yet to be known; May-be seeming to me what they are (as doubtless they indeed but seem) as from my
has yet to be known; May-be seeming to me what they are (as doubtless they indeed but seem) as from my