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[Fa]bles, traditions

  • Date: Between 1850 and 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

Annotations Text:

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

And to me each minute

  • Date: Between 1850 and 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

sings as well as I, because although she reads no newspaper; never learned the gamut; And to shake my

Annotations Text:

The first lines of the notebook poem were revised and published as "My Picture-Gallery" in The American

Ralph Waldo Emerson to Walt Whitman, 21 July 1855

  • Date: July 21, 1855
  • Creator(s): Ralph Waldo Emerson
Text:

I rubbed my eyes a little to see if this sunbeam were no illusion; but the solid sense of the book is

I wish to see my benefactor, & have felt much like striking my tasks, & visiting New York to pay you

my respects.

Leaves of Grass, "Who Learns My Lesson Complete?"

  • Date: 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

Leaves of Grass, "Who Learns My Lesson Complete?" WHO learns my lesson complete?

as every one is immortal, I know it is wonderful . . . . but my eyesight is equally wonderful . . . .

and how I was conceived in my mother's womb is equally wonderful, And how I was not palpable once but

thirty-six years old in 1855 . . . . and that I am here anyhow—are all equally wonderful; And that my

you know how

  • Date: 1855 or before
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

. * 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

To be at all

  • Date: Between 1850 and 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

I think I could dash

  • Date: Between 1850 and 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

.— 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.

My Spirit sped back to

  • Date: Between 1850 and 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

myself to celebrate

  • Date: Between 1850 and 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

.— 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

Drops of my Blood

  • Date: about 1860
Text:

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

Leaves of Grass, "Sauntering the Pavement or Riding the Country"

  • Date: 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

Features of my equals, would you trick me with your creased and cadaverous march?

I saw the face of the most smeared and slobbering idiot they had at the asylum, And I knew for my consolation

what they knew not; I knew of the agents that emptied and broke my brother, The same wait to clear the

Come nigh to me limber-hip'd man and give me your finger and thumb, Stand at my side till I lean as high

Fill me with albescent honey . . . . bend down to me, Rub to me with your chafing beard . . rub to my

The wild gander leads his

  • Date: Between 1850 and 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

Walt Whitman and His Poems

  • Date: September 1855
  • Creator(s): Whitman, Walt
Text:

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

Night of south winds

  • Date: Between 1850 and 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

Still Night of Sleep—my bridal Night!

Earth of the limpid gray of clouds purer and clearer for my sake!

left with Andrew

  • Date: 1854 or 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

lines 40 letters 1120 1120 letters in page of Skakspere Shakespeare 's poems 1600 letters in one of my

sauntering the pavement, 9 great are the myths, I wander all night 10 Come closer to me Who learns my

Outdoors is the best antiseptic

  • Date: Before or early in 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

Lofty sirs

  • Date: Between 1840 and 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

.— 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

I know many beautiful things

  • Date: Between 1850 and 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

In his presence

  • Date: Between 1850 and 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

"Summer Duck"

  • Date: Between 1852 and 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

": "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

Leaves of Grass, "To Think of Time . . . . To Think Through"

  • Date: 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

How perfect is my soul! How perfect the earth, and the minutest thing upon it!

O my soul! if I realize you I have satisfaction, Animals and vegetables!

I cannot define my satisfaction . . yet it is so, I cannot define my life . . yet it is so.

Leaves of Grass, "Come Closer to Me,"

  • Date: 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

COME closer to me, Push close my lovers and take the best I possess, Yield closer and closer and give

I will have my own whoever enjoys me, I will be even with you, and you shall be even with me.

become so for your sake; If you remember your foolish and outlawed deeds, do you think I cannot remember my

am this day just as much in love with them as you, But I am eternally in love with you and with all my

friendly companions, I intend to reach them my hand and make as much of them as I do of men and women

I am that half grown

  • Date: Before 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

am that foolish half grown angry boy, fallen asleep, The tears of foolish passion yet undried upon my

You there

  • Date: Between 1850 and 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

Open your mouth gums my pardy, that I put send blow grit in you with one a breath ; Spread your palms

But when a voice in our hearing

  • Date: Between 1850 and 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

But when a voice in my our hearing excuses this Fugitive damned Act, because it binds no leg and breaks

The crowds naked in the

  • Date: Between 1850 and 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

Can my your sight behold them as with oysters eyes?

Loveblows

  • Date: Between 1850 and 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

— Bloss Branched Le Verdure , blossom branch , fruit and vine The irregular tapping of rain off the my

cottonwood

  • Date: Between 1850 and 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

The regular old followers

  • Date: Between 1853 and 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

Leaves of Grass, "The Bodies of Men and Women Engirth"

  • Date: 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

curious breathing laughing flesh is enough, To pass among them . . to touch any one . . . . to rest my

As I see my soul reflected in nature . . . . as I see through a mist one with inexpress- ible inexpressible

Do you know what music

  • Date: Between 1850 and 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

with me about God; I can yet just begin to comprehend nothing more wonderful than so tremendous as my

Preface. Leaves of Grass (1855)

  • Date: 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

He swears to his art, I will not be meddlesome, I will not have in my writing any elegance or effect

What I experience or portray shall go from my composition without a shred of my composition.

You shall stand by my side and look in the mirror with me.

Is it uniform with my country? Are its disposals without ignominious distinctions?

what answers for me an American must answer for any individual or nation that serves for a part of my

'Leaves of Grass'—An Extraordinary Book

  • Date: 15 September 1855
  • Creator(s): Anonymous
Text:

I sound triumphal drums for the dead—I fling thro' my embouchures the loudest and gayest music for them

An English and an American Poet

  • Date: October 1855
  • Creator(s): Whitman, Walt
Text:

head at nightfall, and he is fain to say, "I too am not a bit tamed—I too am untranslatable; I sound my

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