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I keep stout as ever, my face red and a great beard just the same.

I send my love to you, darling boy. Walt Whitman to a Soldier, early 1866

weeks have elapsed since the commission of an outrage, to which I have not till now been able to give my

Nothing deepens my respect for the beautiful intellect of the scholar Alcott, like the bold sentence

Adventures of this kind are frequent, and "I took a fancy to you," or "You look like one of my style,

I weigh my words and have considered well.

He is of my own party; and my politics have been from my youth essentially the same as his own.

My dear Mr.

Wood, I write to solicit from you $2, for helping my soldier boys to some festivities these holiday &

good of them all —I have not had any trouble myself, worth mentioning—the dinner has been got up at my

The puppy thought I suppose that he could get his letter printed, & injure me & my book.

top of a hill, this house was difficult to heat, but as Louisa Van Velsor Whitman noted, "Jeffy makes my

Every thing here with me remains the same—I am free from the distress in my head—Mrs.

Grayson is very sick—she sent my old washerwoman, old Aunt Kitty, around this morning to see if I had

any of "that bread my mother used to send me"—I suppose she meant the sweet Dyer bread—I gave her a

A few days ago I picked up a paper through my Friend Hamilton containing an article regarding Walt Whitman

I would like very much to read your works for I have heard my Father speak a few days ago of your Leaves

I must draw my letter to a close for this time, and hope I shall hear from you soon again.

I have been absent on leave the past summer two months—went to New York—spent most of the time with my

Well, I keep about as stout as ever, and my face red & great beard just the same as when I used to see

you—I eat my rations every time, too—I am writing this in the office by a big window with a splendid

view of the Potomac & Arlington Heights—Well I find I must close—I send my love to you, darling boy,

Walt Whitman, My Dear friend Your kind favor of the 11th inst came duly to hand, and was followed next

Accept of my thanks for both it was more certainly than I could expect from a comparative stranger to

last "long roll" is called in which there will be no "missing" may we be found in the ranks of the Captain

Dearest Mother, I have grown better the last four or five days, & don't have that pain in my head now

It has got pretty cold here the last two days—I wear my big old overcoat.

My dear friend, Yours of the 8th has just come.

For a month or so, I have not been very well—my trouble takes the form, sometimes, of neuralgia—but is

I send my love to Helen and Emmy & all—I have rec'd a letter from mother to-day—she seems to be about

Give my respects to Mr. Arnold —also to Mr.

Parker's family —I am writing this by my window in the office—it is a fine view, ten miles of river,

received one letter from you but when I wrote again I received no answer and supposed you had not received my

correspondents for I would really like to hear from you very much for I formed an attachment for you during my

My Friend Hamilton started for Leavenworth Kansas last week to see his Brother, who has been jammed up

I am a married man but I am not happy for my disposition is not right.

On April 21, Wilson acknowledged Whitman's reply of April 12: "I do not want you to misunderstand my

motives in writing to you of my Situation & feelings as I did in my last letter or else I shall have

to be more guarded in my letters to you.

I wrote so because you wanted me to write how I was situated, and give you my mind without reserve, and

While doing garrison duty with my regiment the 2nd New York Arty on the works South of the Potomac I

I left the regiment in the trenches in front of Petersburgh, my term of Service having expired, after

I stowed it away in my knapsack but loosing that I lost your gift.

One of my fellow clerks has taken a seat for me, & made me a present of it—the play is "Queen Elisabeth

I am writing this by my big window, where I can look out on the water—the sun is shining bright as silver

For the last two days I have felt a good deal better—My head is much better, & I feel more like myself

Dec. 2, 1866 My dear Whitman: I find your book and cordial letter, on returning home from a lecturing

I have had the first edition of your Leaves of Grass among my books, since its first appearance, and

frankly, that there are two things in it which I find nowhere else in literature, though I find them in my

There is not one word of your large and beautiful sympathy for men, which I cannot take into my own heart

I say these things, not in the way of praise, but because I know from my own experience that correct

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

Jenks, My dear Sir, I have rec'd your note of 30th Nov. with $3.

Please accept my special acknowledgments.

earth, she cried—I charge you, lose not my sons!

’d; And you trees, down in your roots, to bequeath to all future trees, My dead absorb—my young men’s

coffin that slowly passes, I give you my sprig of lilac.

And how shall I deck my song for the large sweet soul that has gone?

And what shall my perfume be, for the grave of him I love?

"Song of my Cid" is an epic poem of the mid-12th century and the earliest surviving work of Spanish literature

But as I am not willing you should be the loser, in such a manner, I send you my book, by same mail with

Grass were now in the possession of Horace Wentworth, a Boston publisher, whom Thayer characterized as "My

Wednesday—I am better than I was last week—not as well as I would like to be, but well enough to keep on with my

It is beautiful weather here to-day—I have got my new trowsers—$20!!—only think of that!

—it is lucky I wear my clothes a long while— Walt.

My dear Whitman, I received this morning from an old friend (Mr.

Dearest mother, I suppose you got two letters from me last week, Wednesday & Saturday—My cold still troubles

neuralgia—but I guess I shall get over it—I have good meals, I do not cook for myself, at present—but get my

forming on one of his eyes, & will have to undergo a surgical operation—Mother, I told you all about my

My dear Mr. Taylor, I have received your letter of the 12th.

The friendly pages thereof have given me pleasure, & I wish to proffer you my friendship in response.

I do not know what they cost, but my impression is, that it was somewhere in the neighborhood of $800

I was appointed last Wednesday, my new grade & pay commence on Nov. 1st—I haven't got a letter from home

has gone to New York—he is badly afflicted with sore eyes, & has gone there to see the best oculists— My

I send my love to Jeff & George & Mat & all. Walt.

Nov. 12, 1866 My dear Sir: I send to you by the same mail which takes this note, a copy of my last poem

The age is over-squeamish, and, for my part, I prefer the honest nude to the suggestive half-draped.

My days I sing, and lands Lands —with interstice I knew of hapless war War .

Inflating my throat—you, divine average!

Open mouth of my , uttering gladness, Eyes of my , seeing perfection, Natural life of me, faithfully

Dear Hinton, The bearer, my friend, Mr.

My other item relates to one of whose merits as an author opinions differ widely.

"My days I sing, and the lands, with interstice I knew of hapless war.

Leese's recommendations for the office of Marshal. 4th; My acceptance of Mr.

I have now to say that your resignation is accepted,—& I feel bound to add that my confidence in your

of your friend Hatcher to the notice of the President to-day, & that he gave a favorable response to my

Price, & all My dear friends, I sent you a telegram, ten minutes ago, telling you that I have just succeeded

In the office, & my work, every thing goes on as usual.

Helen & Emmy, my dear friends, I send you my best love—Go over & see my mother when you can—Best remembrance

that as the sentence, on that comparatively mild 7th count, was a cruel & heavy one—& that, waiving my

You will make the same disposition of these arms as was indicated to you, in a former case, in my letter

Sir: My attention has been called by the Secretary of the Treasury to the probable fact of the custody

Dwight, | My dear Sir, Your letter has come to hand, & I have to say in reply, that a new edition of

Louisville, Octo. 17 th 1866 My dear Mr Whitman; Herewith you will three dollars, the price of the copy

I have deeply regretted the fact, that I did not know your place to be temporary till after my resignation—I

Then I feel sure it tells the meaning better than any of the former editions—My enemies, & those who

It is as follows:— "O captain! my captain!

Leave you not the little spot, 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

But I with silent tread, Walk the spot my captain lies, Fallen cold and dead."

Tell Charley that I have not forgotten him—I send him my love, & hope we may meet again one these days

[My ambition is] to give something to our literature which will be our own; with neither foreign spirit

If I hadn't got your letter of 23d, I should likely have written to you very soon, of my own accord,

I have been home in Brooklyn the last two months, to see my mother, & pay a visit to New York, &c. and

It is now a year ago since you sent it—you spoke in that letter of your parents—You must give my love

But I wonder whether we shall ever come together again, you & I, my loving soldier boy.

I send you my love, & must now bid you farewell for present, dear soldier boy.

Upon a careful consideration of this opinion, I adhere to the position expressed in my letter to you

course by which it can be set at rest, & this is, by instituting prosecution, as I have advised in my

The reason is that my book, which is a little more than half done, does not get along as fast as the

Andy, dear boy, I hope my delay of a few days will not put you out—Write to me, & tell me about the office

, & my friends there.

Don't forward any letters that come after Friday next, but put them in my drawer.

Once more—I send my love to you & all. Walt Walt Whitman to Andrew Kerr, 10 September 1866

My dear friend, My book has been delayed among the printers,—but I shall stay till it is all printed—it

fellows & willing enough—but it seems impossible to prevent them making lots of ridiculous errors—it is my

My mother is pretty well for an old woman of 72—John, I hope this will find you, & the wife too in good

I send you both my love.

agents before I return—I shall probably return about the 12th of September— When I arrived here, I found my

I doubt whether the article will be accepted in the Galaxy —don't know who edits it—I send my love to

same to Charles Eldridge —I hope to be able to write to Nelly —I wish you when you write to say I send my

And now for a while, my dear friend, Farewell. Walt. Walt Whitman to William D.