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indeed, mattered little to him, for he has bided his time patiently and serenely, and when such captains
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.
Another song on the death of Lincoln, "Oh Captain! My Captain!"
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
We closed with him, the yards entangled, the cannon touch'd, My captain lash'd fast with his own hands
Now I laugh content, for I hear the voice of my little captain, We have not struck, he composedly cries
Only three guns are in use, One is directed by the captain himself against the enemy's main- mast main-mast
Serene stands the little captain, He is not hurried, his voice is neither high nor low, His eyes give
The black ship mail'd with iron, her mighty guns in her turrets— but the pluck of the captain and engineers
We closed with him—the yards entangled—the cannon touched, My captain lashed fast with his own hands.
I laughed content when I heard the voice of my little captain, We have not struck, he composedly cried
Only three guns were in use, One was directed by the captain himself against the enemy's main-mast, Two
Serene stood the little captain, He was not hurried—his voice was neither high nor low, His eyes gave
Then the mechanics take him for a mechanic, And the soldiers suppose him to be a captain, and the sailors
We closed with him—the yards entangled—the cannon touched, My captain lashed fast with his own hands.
I laughed content when I heard the voice of my little captain, We have not struck, he composedly cried
Only three guns were in use, One was directed by the captain himself against the enemy's main-mast, Two
Serene stood the little captain, He was not hurried—his voice was neither high nor low, His eyes gave
darkness, Our vessel riddled and slowly sinking—preparations to pass to the one we had conquered, The captain
WHEN LILACS LAST IN THE DOORYARD BLOOM'D . . . 255 O CAPTAIN, MY CAPTAIN . . . . . . . . 262 HUSH'D BE
O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! O CAPTAIN! my Captain!
O the bleeding drops of red, 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
We closed with him, the yards entangled, the cannon touch'd, My captain lash'd fast with his own hands
Now I laugh content, for I hear the voice of my little captain, We have not struck, he composedly cries
Only three guns are in use, One is directed by the captain himself against the enemy's main- mast main-mast
Serene stands the little captain, He is not hurried, his voice is neither high nor low, His eyes give
The black ship mail'd with iron, her mighty guns in her turrets— but the pluck of the captain and engineers
We closed with him, the yards entangled, the can- non cannon touched, My captain lashed fast with his
I laughed content when I heard the voice of my little captain, We have not struck, he composedly cried
Only three guns were in use, One was directed by the captain himself against the enemy's main-mast, Two
Serene stood the little captain, He was not hurried, his voice was neither high nor low, His eyes gave
riddled and slowly sinking, prepara- tions preparations to pass to the one we had conquered, The captain
We closed with him, the yards entangled, the can- non cannon touched, My captain lashed fast with his
I laughed content when I heard the voice of my little captain, We have not struck, he composedly cried
Only three guns were in use, One was directed by the captain himself against the enemy's main-mast, Two
Serene stood the little captain, He was not hurried, his voice was neither high nor low, His eyes gave
riddled and slowly sinking, prepara- tions preparations to pass to the one we had conquered, The captain
We closed with him—the yards entangled—the can- non cannon touch'd; My captain lash'd fast with his own
Now I laugh content, for I hear the voice of my little captain, We have not struck, he composedly cries
Only three guns are in use; One is directed by the captain himself against the ene- my's enemy's main-mast
Serene stands the little captain; He is not hurried—his voice is neither high nor low; His eyes give
The black ship, mail'd with iron, her mighty guns in her turrets—but the pluck of the captain and engineers
We closed with him—the yards entangled—the can- non cannon touch'd; My captain lash'd fast with his own
Now I laugh content, for I hear the voice of my little captain, We have not struck, he composedly cries
Only three guns are in use; One is directed by the captain himself against the ene- my's enemy's main-mast
Serene stands the little captain; He is not hurried—his voice is neither high nor low; His eyes give
The black ship, mail'd with iron, her mighty guns in her turrets—but the pluck of the captain and engineers
Now I laugh content, for I hear the voice of my little captain,(says my grandmother's father;) We have
my Captain!
O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! 1 O CAPTAIN! my captain!
Leave you not the little spot, Where on the deck my captain lies.
Fallen cold and dead. 2 O captain! my captain!
We closed with him—the yards entangled—the cannon touch'd; My captain lash'd fast with his own hands.
Now I laugh content, for I hear the voice of my little captain,(says my grandmother's father;) We have
Only three guns are in use; One is directed by the captain himself against the enemy's main-mast; Two
Serene stands the little captain; He is not hurried—his voice is neither high nor low; His eyes give
The black ship mail'd with iron, her mighty guns in her turrets—but the pluck of the captain and engineers
WHEN LILACS LAST IN THE DOORYARD BLOOM'D . . . 255 O CAPTAIN, MY CAPTAIN . . . . . . . . 262 HUSH'D BE
O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! O CAPTAIN! my Captain!
O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain!
my Captain!
or "To the Leaven'd Soil they Trod," Or "Captain! My Captain!"
thousands, each one with his entry to himself; They are always watching with their little eyes, from my
head to my feet.
lift put the girder of the earth a globe the house away if it lay between me and whatever I wanted.— My
Henceforth After this day, A touch shall henceforth be small Little things is shall be are henceforth my
my tongue proof and argument It They shall tell s for me that people In them, the smallest least of
over all, and what we thought death is but life brought to a finer parturition.— An inch's contact My
The clearest relation is to the line: "A minute and a drop of me settle my brain" (1855, p. 33), but
204 My tongue must can never be content with pap harness from this after this, It c will not talk m in
My tongue can never be
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
Bibles i are divine revelations of God But I know say that any each leaf of grass and every hair of my
compiled composed is not august enough to dent endow answer tally a leaf of grass the partition of in my
. / I intend to reach them my hand and make as much of them as I do of men and women" (1855, p. 64).;
.— (He could say) I know well enough the perpetual myself in my poems—but it is because the universe
These words are for the five or six grand poets, too; and the masters of artists: — I waste no ink, nor my
receive you, and attach and clasp hands with you, / The facts are useful and real . . . . they are not my
do not procreate like men; all of them and all existing creeds grows not so much of God as I grow in my
moustache, And I am myself waiting my time to be a God; I think I h shall do as much good and be as
pure and prodigious, and do as much good as any; — And when my do, I am, do you suppose it will please
wriggles through the world mankind and hides under helmets and it is not beloved never loved or believed.— My
See in particular the lines: "The supernatural of no account . . . . myself waiting my time to be one
My Soul Spirit was curious and sped back to the beginning, sped back returned to the times when the earth
eternally; And devise themselves to this spot place These States and this hour, Again But yet still my
My Spirit sped back to
eventually titled "Song of Myself": "The boatmen and clamdiggers arose early and stopped for me, / I tucked my
trowser-ends in my boots and went and had a good time."
and wicked" may relate to the following line, which occurs later in the same poem: "Ever myself and my
eventually titled "Song of Myself": "The boatmen and clamdiggers arose early and stopped for me, / I tucked my
trowser-ends in my boots and went and had a good time."
and wicked" may relate to the following line, which occurs later in the same poem: "Ever myself and my
trowser-ends in my boots and went and had a good time" (1855, p. 18).
and wicked" may relate to the following line, which occurs later in the same poem: "Ever myself and my
Clean er shaved and more grammatical folks I call Mister, and lay the tips of my fingers inside their
headline in the morning papers, and pass the time as comfortably as the law allows.— But for the others, my
to an "Elder Brother" is reminescent of lines "And I know that the hand of God is the elderhand of my
own, / And I know that the spirit of God is the eldest brother of my own" (15—16).
to an "Elder Brother" is reminescent of lines "And I know that the hand of God is the elderhand of my
own, / And I know that the spirit of God is the eldest brother of my own" (15—16).
is reminiscent of lines from the poem that read "And I know that the hand of God is the elderhand of my
own, / And I know that the spirit of God is the eldest brother of my own" (1855, pp. 15–16).; Transcribed
.— I celebrate myself to celebrate you; every man and woman alive; I transpose my my spirit I pass as
that hear me; I am loosen the voice tongue that was tied in you them In me It begins to talk out of my
a makes raises but bubble of the sea-ooze in comparison with against that unspeakable Something in my
—I look back upon that time in my own days.— I have no gibes nor mocks mockings or laughter;—I have only
the 1855 edition of Leaves of Grass, which was ultimately titled "Song of Myself": "Backward I see in my
Have I hasten to inform you it is just as good to die, and I know it; I know it For I take my death with
the dying, And my birth with the new-washed babe Whitman probably drafted this manuscript in the early
pass death with the dying, and birth with the new-washed babe . . . . and am not contained between my
Until you can explain a paving stone, to every ones my perfect satisfaction O Priests , do not try to
. / 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
I say to my own greatness, Away!
outward" (1855, p. 51). may be related to a similar phrase in the poem eventually titled "Who Learns My
in the 1856 edition of Leaves of Grass : "The best I had done seemed to me blank and suspicious, / My
—I doubt whether who my greatest thoughts, as I had supposed them, are not shallow.
—My pride is impotent; my love gets no response.
.— I assume this day, the whole debt of all I take my place by right among the sudorous or sweaty men
a handsomer man with be has better finer health and cleaner shaped limbs than I, who do business in my
The press of my foot to the earth springs a hundred affections, They scorn the best I can do to relate
What is nearest and commonest and nearest and cheapest and easiest is Me, Me going in for my chances,
myself to bestow myself on the first that will take me, Not asking the sky to come down to receive my
O joy of my spirit uncaged—it hops like a bird on the grass mounds of earth.
O joy of my spirit
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!
I entertain all the aches of the human heart Outside the asteroids I reconnoitre at my ease.
Compare these lines from that edition: "I lean and loafe at my ease . . . . observing a spear of summer
The Elder Brother of the soul—my soul.
Grass, ultimately titled "Song of Myself": "And I know that the spirit of God is the eldest brother of my
See, for instance: "I take my place among you as much as among any," (1855, p. 48); "Nor do I understand
Still Night of Sleep—my bridal Night!
Earth of the limpid gray of clouds purer and clearer for my sake!
See in particular: "And I know that the hand of God is the elderhand of my own, / And I know that the
spirit of God is the eldest brother of my own" (1855, p. 15–16).; Transcribed from digital images of
this manuscript may connect to the stanza of the poem eventually titled "Song of Myself" that begins "My
Myself": "Looking in at the shop-windows in Broadway the whole forenoon . . . . pressing the flesh of my
— Bloss Branched Le Verdure , blossom branch , fruit and vine The irregular tapping of rain off the my
Can my your sight behold them as with oysters eyes?
Draft lines on the back of this manuscript leaf relate to the poem eventually titled "Who Learns My Lesson
Song of Myself": "Echos, ripples, and buzzed whispers . . . . loveroot, silkthread, crotch and vine, / My
respiration and inspiration . . . . the beating of my heart . . . . the passing of blood and air through
my lungs, / The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore and darkcolored sea- rocks, and
.; Draft lines on the back of this manuscript leaf relate to the poem eventually titled "Who Learns My
senses all men is truth; Logic and sermons never convince ; me; The dew of the night drives deep er into my
/ Logic and sermons never convince, / The damp of the night drives deeper into my soul. / Only what proves
drink, / But as soon as you sleep and renew yourself in sweet clothes I will certainly kiss you with my
the breath is leaving my throat; ! Open your floodgates!
I am faintish I can contain resist you no longer think I shall drop sink , Take drops the tears of my
¶Little as your mouth yo lips are am faintish I am faintish; and it has drained me dry of my strength
. . . . my breath is tight in its throat; / Unclench your floodgates!
The retrospective extasy ecstasy is upon me— I am now my soul —spirit burns volcanic The earth recedes
ashamed before my prophetical crisis.— Whitman probably drafted this manuscript in the early 1850s as
similar to the following line in the poem eventually titled "Song of Myself": "The dirt receding before my
night walkers And do no better for me— Who am a regular gentlemen or lady, With a marble broad stoop to my
And is the day here when I vote at the polls, One with the immigrant that last August strewed lime in my
sings as well as I, because although she reads no newspaper; never learned the gamut; And to shake my
The first lines of the notebook poem were revised and published as "My Picture-Gallery" in The American