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Bliss Perry, with my kindest regards—Ellen M. Calder. June 24, 1906."
Brown"; in pen (probably Mitchell's hand), "Given to my son Langdon March 1887". Dr.
Emory Holloway / My dear Mr.
Holloway, / You ask for some history of my 'Leaves of Grass' and I find myself rather vague as to my
My father-in-law, Thomas [illeg.]
After the dazzle of day is gone, Only the dark, dark night shows to my eyes the stars; After the clangor
of organ majestic, or chorus, or perfect band, Silent, athwart my soul, moves the symphony true.
Deliriate, thus prelude what is generated, offering these, offering myself, Bathing myself, bathing my
songs in Sex, Offspring of my loins.
Deliriate, thus prelude what is generated, offering these, offering myself, Bathing myself, bathing my
songs in Sex, Offspring of my loins.
Deliriate, thus prelude what is generated, offering these, offering myself, Bathing myself, bathing my
songs in Sex, Offspring of my loins.
Deliriate, thus prelude what is generated, offering these, offering myself, Bathing myself, bathing my
songs in Sex, Offspring of my loins.
poverties, wincings, and sulky retreats, Ah you foes that in conflict have overcome me, (For what is my
You toil of painful and choked articulations, you meannesses, You shallow tongue-talks at tables, (my
Ah think not you finally triumph, my real self has yet to come forth, It shall yet march forth o'ermastering
poverties, wincings, and sulky retreats, Ah you foes that in conflict have overcome me, (For what is my
You toil of painful and choked articulations, you meannesses, You shallow tongue-talks at tables, (my
Ah think not you finally triumph, my real self has yet to come forth, It shall yet march forth o'ermastering
(For what is my life, or any man's life, but a conflict with foes—the old, the incessant war?)
painful and choked articulations—you mean- nesses meannesses ; You shallow tongue-talks at tables, (my
resolutions, you racking angers, you smoth- er'd smother'd ennuis; Ah, think not you finally triumph—My
(For what is my life, or any man's life, but a conflict with foes—the old, the incessant war?)
painful and choked articulations—you mean- nesses meannesses ; You shallow tongue-talks at tables, (my
You broken resolutions, you racking angers, you smother'd ennuis; Ah, think not you finally triumph—My
Orleans, San Francisco, The departing ships, when the sailors heave at the capstan; —Evening—me in my
room—the setting sun, The setting summer sun shining in my open window, showing the swarm of flies,
, futurity, In space, the sporades, the scatter'd islands, the stars— on the firm earth, the lands, my
thereof—and no less in myself than the whole of the Mannahatta in itself, Singing the song of These, my
my lands are inevitably united, and made ONE IDENTITY; Nativities, climates, the grass of the great
New Orleans, San Francisco, The departing ships, when the sailors heave at the capstan; Evening—me in my
room—the setting sun, The setting summer sun shining in my open window, showing the swarm of flies,
, futurity, In space, the sporades, the scattered islands, the stars —on the firm earth, the lands, my
less in myself than the whole of the Manna- hatta Mannahatta in itself, Singing the song of These, my
my lands are inevitably united, and made ONE IDENTITY; Nativities, climates, the grass of the great
I meant that you should discover me so, by my faint indirections; And I, when I meet you, mean to discover
I meant that you should discover me so, by my faint indirections; And I, when I meet you, mean to discover
O longings for my dear home! O soft and sunny airs! O pensive!
O my Soul! O lips becoming tremulous, powerless! O centuries, centuries yet ahead!
WHILE my wife at my side lies slumbering, and the wars are over long, And my head on the pillow rests
night midnight passes, And through the stillness, through the dark, I hear, just hear, the breath of my
with eager calls and orders of officers, While from some distant part of the field the wind wafts to my
far or near, (rousing even in dreams a devilish exultation and all the old mad joy in the depths of my
galloping by or on a full run, With the patter of small arms, the warning s-s-t of the rifles, (these in my
WHILE my wife at my side lies slumbering, and the wars are over long, And my head on the pillow rests
night midnight passes, And through the stillness, through the dark, I hear, just hear, the breath of my
with eager calls and orders of officers, While from some distant part of the field the wind wafts to my
far or near, (rousing even in dreams a devilish exultation and all the old mad joy in the depths of my
galloping by or on a full run, With the patter of small arms, the warning s-s-t of the rifles, (these in my
WHILE my wife at my side lies slumbering, and the wars are over long, And my head on the pillow rests
vacant midnight passes, And through the stillness, through the dark, I hear, just hear, the breath of my
with eager calls, and orders of officers; While from some distant part of the field the wind wafts to my
or near, (rousing, even in dreams, a devilish exultation, and all the old mad joy, in the depths of my
galloping by, or on a full run; With the patter of small arms, the warning s-s-t of the rifles, (these in my
early in the morning, Walking forth from the bower refresh'd with sleep, Behold me where I pass, hear my
voice, approach, Touch me, touch the palm of your hand to my body as I pass, Be not afraid of my body
early in the morning, Walking forth from the bower refresh'd with sleep, Behold me where I pass, hear my
voice, approach, Touch me, touch the palm of your hand to my body as I pass, Be not afraid of my body
Behold me where I pass—hear my voice—approach, Touch me—touch the palm of your hand to my Body as I pass
; Be not afraid of my Body.
early in the morning, Walking forth from the bower, refresh'd with sleep; Behold me where I pass—hear my
voice—approach, Touch me—touch the palm of your hand to my Body as I pass; Be not afraid of my Body.
AS at thy portals also death, Entering thy sovereign, dim, illimitable grounds, To memories of my mother
AS at thy portals also death, Entering thy sovereign, dim, illimitable grounds, To memories of my mother
In you whoe'er you are my book perusing, In I myself, in all the world, these currents flowing, All,
the West joyously sounding, Your tidings old, yet ever new and untranslatable, Infinitesimals out of my
life, and many a life, (For not my life and years alone I give—all, all I give,) These waifs from the
In you whoe'er you are my book perusing, In I myself, in all the world, these currents flowing, All,
the West joyously sounding, Your tidings old, yet ever new and untranslatable, Infinitesimals out of my
life, and many a life, (For not my life and years alone I give—all, all I give,) These waifs from the
Fascinated, my eyes reverting from the south, dropt, to follow those slender windrows, Chaff, straw,
O baffled, balk'd, bent to the very earth, Oppress'd with myself that I have dared to open my mouth,
whose echoes recoil upon me I have not once had the least idea who or what I am, But that before all my
sight of the sea taking advantage of me to dart upon me and sting me, Because I have dared to open my
Me and mine, loose windrows, little corpses, Froth, snowy white, and bubbles, (See, from my dead lips
Fascinated, my eyes reverting from the south, dropt, to follow those slender windrows, Chaff, straw,
O baffled, balk'd, bent to the very earth, Oppress'd with myself that I have dared to open my mouth,
whose echoes recoil upon me I have not once had the least idea who or what I am, But that before all my
sight of the sea taking advantage of me to dart upon me and sting me, Because I have dared to open my
Me and mine, loose windrows, little corpses, Froth, snowy white, and bubbles, (See, from my dead lips
As I Lay With My Head in Your Lap Camerado. AS I LAY WITH MY HEAD IN YOUR LAP CAMERADO.
AS I lay with my head in your lap camerado, The confession I made I resume, what I said to you and the
open air I resume, I know I am restless and make others so, I know my words are weapons full of danger
As I Lay With My Head in Your Lap Camerado. AS I LAY WITH MY HEAD IN YOUR LAP CAMERADO.
AS I lay with my head in your lap camerado, The confession I made I resume, what I said to you and the
open air I resume, I know I am restless and make others so, I know my words are weapons full of danger
As I Lay With My Head in Your Lap, Camerado. As I Lay with my Head in your Lap, Camerado.
As I lay with my head in your lap, Camerado, The confession I made I resume—what I said to you and the
open air I resume: I know I am restless, and make others so; I know my words are weapons, full of danger
As I Lay With My Head in Your Lap, Camerado AS I LAY WITH MY HEAD IN YOUR LAP, CAMERADO.
AS I lay with my head in your lap, camerado, The confession I made I resume—what I said to you and the
open air I resume: I know I am restless, and make others so; I know my words are weapons, full of danger
As I ponder'd in silence, Returning upon my poems, considering, lingering long, A Phantom arose before
then I answer'd, I too haughty Shade also sing war, and a longer and greater one than any, Waged in my
AS I ponder'd in silence, Returning upon my poems, considering, lingering long, A Phantom arose before
then I answered, I too haughty Shade also sing war, and a longer and greater one than any, Waged in my
AS I PONDER'D IN SILENCE. 1 AS I ponder'd in silence, Returning upon my poems, considering, lingering
then I answer'd, I too, haughty Shade, also sing war—and a longer and greater one than any, Waged in my
That, O my brethren—that is the mission of Poets.
What is this you bring my America? Is it uniform with my country?
I swear I will have each quality of my race in my- self myself , (Talk as you like, he only suits These
rapt verse, my call—mock me not!
You, by my charm, I invoke!
For that we live, my brethren—that is the mission of Poets.
Have you studied out my land, its idioms and men?
What is this you bring my America? Is it uniform with my country?
rapt song, my charm—mock me not!
You, by my charm, I invoke!
As I sit writing here, sick and grown old, Not my least burden is that dulness of the years, querilities
, Ungracious glooms, aches, lethargy, constipation, whimpering ennui, May filter in my daily songs.
Then my realities; What else is so real as mine?
done and gone, we remain; There is no final reliance but upon us; Democracy rests finally upon us, (I, my
Then my realities; What else is so real as mine?
Then my realities; What else is so real as mine?
Then my realities; What else is so real as mine?
done and gone, we remain; There is no final reliance but upon us; Democracy rests finally upon us, (I, my
The States—but I cannot tell whither or how long; Perhaps soon, some day or night while I am singing, my
States awhile, but I cannot tell whither or how long, Perhaps soon some day or night while I am singing my
States awhile, but I cannot tell whither or how long, Perhaps soon some day or night while I am singing my
States awhile—but I cannot tell whither or how long; Perhaps soon, some day or night while I am singing, my
AS they draw to a close, Of what underlies the precedent songs—of my aims in them, Of the seed I have
in them, Of joy, sweet joy, through many a year, in them, (For them, for them have I lived, in them my
AS they draw to a close, Of what underlies the precedent songs—of my aims in them, Of the seed I have
in them, Of joy, sweet joy, through many a year, in them, (For them, for them have I lived, in them my
AS toilsome I wander'd Virginia's woods, To the music of rustling leaves kick'd by my feet, (for 'twas
this sign left, On a tablet scrawl'd and nail'd on the tree by the grave, Bold, cautious, true, and my
Long, long I muse, then on my way go wandering, Many a changeful season to follow, and many a scene of
soldier's grave, comes the inscrip- tion inscription rude in Virginia's woods, Bold, cautious, true, and my
AS toilsome I wander'd Virginia's woods, To the music of rustling leaves kick'd by my feet, (for 'twas
this sign left, On a tablet scrawl'd and nail'd on the tree by the grave, Bold, cautious, true, and my
Long, long I muse, then on my way go wandering, Many a changeful season to follow, and many a scene of
soldier's grave, comes the inscrip- tion inscription rude in Virginia's woods, Bold, cautious, true, and my