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My dear Whitman, I received this morning from an old friend (Mr.
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.
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
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.
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
How long have I been a stranger to this foreign land in which I have wandered—foreign, and yet within my
If she brought a half loaf of bread to my house, she took butter or tea away in return for it, and I
Nothing of me, or of the future to arise for me, out of my labour, and progressions.
My idea was, that, if I did go to Europe, "to let her board, in the most comfortable manner, and raise
of Bascom 242 F Street stating that our testimony did not agree with the company rolls in regard to my
Clair my best wishes to you and Mrs.
Mr Abbot offered to assist me if necessary if he is there perhaps he can use his influence in my favour
When last in the dooryard the lilacs bloomed [sic]," "Chanting the Square Deific," and "As I lay with my
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.
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
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
You will make the same disposition of these arms as was indicated to you, in a former case, in my letter
I do not know what they cost, but my impression is, that it was somewhere in the neighborhood of $800
Grass were now in the possession of Horace Wentworth, a Boston publisher, whom Thayer characterized as "My
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
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.
Sir: My attention has been called by the Secretary of the Treasury to the probable fact of the custody
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
I have been about sick with a cold on my lungs, and after my days work was done I did not feel like writing
I am going to give up my place the first of Ap r .
My health will not admit of it.
Often when my mind wanders back to the days that I spent in Armory Square, I can but cry.
My Hearts desire is that you may live a long and happy life and when you leave this Earth you may be
children is extremely well mat has has very much to doo do she is going to have a girl to work give my
his health had improved: "it is very healthy here this summer—I havn't been troubled by the heat yet—my
Here it is copied from [the] volume before us:— O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! 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 mournful tread Walk the spot my Captain lies, Compare with this, for poetic or pathetic feeling
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
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.
top of a hill, this house was difficult to heat, but as Louisa Van Velsor Whitman noted, "Jeffy makes my
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."
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
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 mens
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
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
Y. or Brooklyn, so as not to incommode my folks at home—taking my meals at the restaurants, & home &c—leaving
my time free for my work &c—Now have you such a room for me , at a fair price?
would be very agreeable—Your going off for a week or two would not make any difference—as a lodging is my
main object—write immediately & let me know, as my leave of absence will probably date from Monday next
I have an agreeable situation here—labor moderate—& plenty of leisure—My principal work is to make (from
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,
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
My dear friend, I write mainly to see whether I have got the right address—to find whether this reaches
My health has been good—& I have got through the hot weather all right—It is a long while since I have
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.
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
I am having good times here, rather quiet—My book is being printed—gets along rather slowly.
almost every afternoon—then sometimes a sail on the river or bay—so you see I am enjoying myself in my
way—with three or four hours work every day reading my proofs, &c— Andy, I suppose you are all getting
along as usual—I enclose a line to Mat, which please give him—I send my love to you, Frank, Mat & Lewis
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,
Well, my dear comrade, I believe I have told you all the news—of Eicholtz, the German sergeant with the
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.
My dear friend, Your contribution of $20 for the soldiers in hospital, sick or wounded, has been received
I wish you health, my friend, in body & in spirit. Farewell.
My dear Mr.
Wood, I write to solicit from you $2, for helping my soldier boys to some festivities these holiday &
that as the sentence, on that comparatively mild 7th count, was a cruel & heavy one—& that, waiving my
Tell Charley that I have not forgotten him—I send him my love, & hope we may meet again one these days
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.
I hope your parents are well—I wish you to give them my love—tho' I don't know them, I hope to one of
I am writing this by my window in the office—the breeze is blowing moderate, and the view down the river
Jenks, My dear Sir, I have rec'd your note of 30th Nov. with $3.
Please accept my special acknowledgments.
But as I am not willing you should be the loser, in such a manner, I send you my book, by same mail with