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trod, calling, I sing, for the last; (Not cities, nor man alone, nor war, nor the dead, But forth from my
vistas beyond—to the south and the north; To the leaven'd soil of the general western world, to attest my
Northern ice and rain, that began me, nourish me to the end; But the hot sun of the South is to ripen my
daughters, sons, preluding, The love, the life of their bodies, meaning and being, Curious, here behold my
cycles, in their wide sweep, having brought me again, Amorous, mature—all beautiful to me—all wondrous; My
wondrous; Existing, I peer and penetrate still, Content with the present—content with the past, By my
cheerfully accept, A little sustenance, a hut and garden, a little money— these, as I rendezvous with my
MY spirit to yours, dear brother; Do not mind because many, sounding your name, do not understand you
I do not sound your name, but I understand you, (there are others also;) I specify you with joy, O my
divisions, jealousies, recriminations on every side, They close peremptorily upon us, to surround us, my
prove this puzzle, the New World, And to define America, her athletic Democracy; Therefore I send you my
with me, I ate with you, and slept with you—your body has be- come become not yours only, nor left my
body mine only, You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass—you take of my beard,
my brother or my sister! Keep on!
I exclude you; Not till the waters refuse to glisten for you, and the leaves to rustle for you, do my
My girl, I appoint with you an appointment—and I charge you that you make preparation to be worthy to
Of This Union, soak'd, welded in blood—of the solemn price paid—of the unnamed lost, ever present in my
passing, departing—of the growth of completer men than any yet, Of myself, soon, perhaps, closing up my
years past and returned to York State a few weeks ago think of staying here for a time to take care of my
I have lost track of nearly all my old chums if I was able to travil travel I would like to see some
of flower seeds if so I will send you the money to pay for them and your trouble I will have to draw my
letter to a close for fear of wearing your patients patience to read it Please except accept my love
I would fain make my own Copy complete to the present times, so would thank you for a line giving me
But why need I ask when I see now before my minds eye several passages in your Poems that answer all
appeared to you, and if it was to you the truth it seems to have been to me in thus sending to you, as my
comrades men and women such as you sing in your Poems. there again you see I find fresh spirit for my
; And it seems to me if I could know those men, I should become attached to them, as I do to men in my
the still woods I loved; I will not go now on the pastures to walk; I will not strip the clothes from my
body to meet my lover the sea; I will not touch my flesh to the earth, as to other flesh, to renew me
and meat; I do not see any of it upon you to-day—or perhaps I am deceiv'd; I will run a furrow with my
plough—I will press my spade through the sod, and turn it up under- neath underneath ; I am sure I shall
transparent green-wash of the sea, which is so amorous after me, That it is safe to allow it to lick my
stopping now and then in the silence, Alone I had thought—yet soon a troop gathers around me, Some walk by my
side, and some behind, and some em- brace embrace my arms or neck, They, the spirits of dear friends
lilac, with a branch of pine, Here, out of my pocket, some moss which I pull'd off a live-oak in Florida
from the water by the pond-side, that I reserve, I will give of it—but only to them that love, as I my
That Shadow, My Likeness. That Shadow, my Likeness.
THAT shadow, my likeness, that goes to and fro, seek- ing seeking a livelihood, chattering, chaffering
where it flits; How often I question and doubt whether that is really me; —But in these, and among my
lovers, and caroling my songs, O I never doubt whether that is really me.
miner in California; Or rude in my home in Dakota's woods, my diet meat, my drink from the spring; Or
place, with my own day, here.
My comrade!
my intrepid nations! O I at any rate include you all with perfect love!
steamers steaming through my poems!
SPONTANEOUS me, Nature, The loving day, the mounting sun, the friend I am happy with, The arm of my friend
hanging idly over my shoulder, The hill-side whiten'd with blossoms of the mountain ash, The same, late
en- circling encircling fingers—the young man all color'd, red, ashamed, angry; The souse upon me of my
chastity of paternity, to match the great chastity of maternity, The oath of procreation I have sworn—my
greed that eats me day and night with hungry gnaw, till I saturate what shall produce boys to fill my
Ere, departing, fade from my eyes your forests of bayo- nets bayonets ; Spirit of gloomiest fears and
steps keep time: —Spirit of hours I knew, all hectic red one day, but pale as death next day; Touch my
mouth, ere you depart—press my lips close!
Let them scorch and blister out of my chants, when you are gone; Let them identify you to the future,
You objects that call from diffusion my meanings, and give them shape!
Why are there men and women that while they are nigh me, the sun-light expands my blood!
Why, when they leave me, do my pennants of joy sink flat and lank?
It is safe—I have tried it—my own feet have tried it well. Allons! be not detain'd!
I give you my hand!
untrodden and mouldy—I see no longer any axe upon it; I see the mighty and friendly emblem of the power of my
I do not vaunt my love for you; I have what I have.) The axe leaps!
O my father, It is so broad, it covers the whole sky! FATHER.
now the halyards have rais'd it, Side of my banner broad and blue—side of my starry banner, Discarding
eastern shore, and my western shore the same; And all between those shores, and my ever-running Mississippi
, with bends and chutes; And my Illinois fields, and my Kansas fields, and my fields of Missouri; The
My limbs, my veins dilate; The blood of the world has fill'd me full—my theme is clear at last: —Banner
Inflating my throat—you, divine average! You, Earth and Life, till the last ray gleams, I sing.
Open mouth of my Soul, uttering gladness, Eyes of my Soul, seeing perfection, Natural life of me, faithfully
To prepare for sleep, for bed—to look on my rose- color'd rose-color'd flesh; To be conscious of my body
How my thoughts play subtly at the spectacles around! How the clouds pass silently overhead!
sail'd down the Mississippi, As I wander'd over the prairies, As I have lived—As I have look'd through my
no unreturn'd love—the pay is certain, one way or another; (I loved a certain person ardently, and my
—at last I accept your terms; Bringing to practical, vulgar tests, of all my ideal dreams, And of me,
I remember I said, before my leaves sprang at all, I would raise my voice jocund and strong, with reference
I have press'd through in my own right, I have sung the Body and the Soul—War and Peace have I sung,
And the songs of Life and of Birth—and shown that there are many births: I have offer'd my style to every
one—I have journey'd with confident step; While my pleasure is yet at the full, I whisper, So long!
4 My songs cease—I abandon them; From behind the screen where I hid, I advance person- ally personally
Receive me and my lover too—he will not let me go without him.
me, and takes the place of my lover, He rises with me silently from the bed.
my clothes were stolen while I was abed, Now I am thrust forth, where shall I run?
carefully darn my grandson's stockings.
How he informs against my brother and sister, and takes pay for their blood!
A SIGHT in camp in the day-break grey and dim, As from my tent I emerge so early, sleepless, As slow
Who are you, my dear comrade? Then to the second I step—And who are you, my child and darling?
Scented Herbage of My Breast. SCENTED HERBAGE OF MY BREAST.
SCENTED herbage of my breast, Leaves from you I yield, I write, to be perused best afterwards, Tomb-leaves
O blossoms of my blood!
grow up out of my breast! Spring away from the conceal'd heart there!
Do not remain down there so ashamed, herbage of my breast!
1 O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman! Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds!
change of the light and shade, I see distant lands, as real and near to the inhabitants of them, as my
see Hermes, unsuspected, dying, well-beloved, saying to the people, Do not weep for me, This is not my
race; I see the results of the perseverance and industry of my race; I see ranks, colors, barbarisms
I have run through what any river or strait of the globe has run through; I have taken my stand on the
see notes July 5 1888 Maybury Working Station Surrey England Nov 3 1871 My dear sir, I send by this mail
the second part of my study of your works.
And may I again repeat the hope I expressed to you in a former note (when I sent you my own vol. of poems
Long for my soul, hungering gymnastic, I devour'd what the earth gave me; Long I roam'd the woods of
O wild as my heart, and powerful!)
wonder, yet pensive and masterful; All the menacing might of the globe uprisen around me; Yet there with my
; —Long had I walk'd my cities, my country roads, through farms, only half satisfied; One doubt, nauseous
longer wait—I am fully satisfied—I am glutted; I have witness'd the true lightning—I have witness'd my
A.MS. draft.loc.00088xxx.00236Returning to my pages' front oncebetween 1871 and 1876poetryhandwritten1
Returning to my pages' front once
and let one line of my poems contra- dict contradict another!
tain-high mountain-high ; Brazen effrontery, scheming, rolling like ocean's waves around and upon you, O my
my lands!
Let him who is without my poems be assassinated!
I will take you down underneath this impassive exterior—I will tell you what to say of me; Publish my
name and hang up my picture as that of the tenderest lover, The friend, the lover's portrait, of whom
Death and Night, inces- santly 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
bit of pathos—indubitably human—in my eye, confess now am I not a man and a brother?"
place, with my own day, here."
my dwell- dwelling .)"
'O the life of my senses and flesh, transcending my senses and flesh.'
my South! O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse and love! good and evil! O all dear to me!"
my South!O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse and love! good and evil! O all dear to me!"
Poem for of of adherence to of my adherence the good old cause the "good old cause" is that in all its
1 COME, my tan-faced children, Follow well in order, get your weapons ready; Have you your pistols?
2 For we cannot tarry here, We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger, We, the youthful
O my breast aches with tender love for all!
12 See, my children, resolute children, By those swarms upon our rear, we must never yield or falter,
18 I too with my soul and body, We, a curious trio, picking, wandering on our way, Through these shores
The poem of yours that I read over with the most satisfaction is your Burial Hymn of Lincoln —But as my
afterwards lose you. 2 (Now we have met, we have look'd, we are safe; Return in peace to the ocean, my
love; I too am part of that ocean, my love—we are not so much separated; Behold the great rondure—the
space—Know you, I salute the air, the ocean, and the land, Every day, at sundown, for your dear sake, my
What do my shouts amid lightnings and raging winds mean?)
(I bequeath them to you, my children, I tell them to you, for reasons, O bridegroom and bride.)
To rise thither with my inebriate Soul! To be lost, if it must be so!
ONCE I pass'd through a populous city, imprinting my brain, for future use, with its shows, architec-
knows, aught of them;) May-be seeming to me what they are, (as doubtless they indeed but seem,) as from my
changed points of view; —To me, these, and the like of these, are curiously an- swer'd answer'd by my
lovers, my dear friends; When he whom I love travels with me, or sits a long while holding me by the
appearances, or that of identity beyond the grave; But I walk or sit indifferent—I am satisfied, He ahold of my
O the sun of the world will ascend, dazzling, and take his height—and you too, O my Ideal, will surely
O lips of my soul, already becoming powerless! O ample and grand Presidentiads!
(I must not venture—the ground under my feet men- aces menaces me—it will not support me: O future too
Now List to My Morning's Romanza.
NOW LIST TO MY MORNING'S ROMANZA. 1 Now list to my morning's romanza—I tell the signs of the Answerer
And I stand before the young man face to face, and take his right hand in my left hand, and his left
hand in my right hand, And I answer for his brother, and for men, and I an- swer answer for him that
to the President at his levee, And he says, Good-day, my brother!
Not Heaving From My Ribb'd Breast Only. NOT HEAVING FROM MY RIBB'D BREAST ONLY.
NOT heaving from my ribb'd breast only; Not in sighs at night, in rage, dissatisfied with myself; Not
in those long-drawn, ill-supprest sighs; Not in many an oath and promise broken; Not in my wilful and
savage soul's volition; Not in the subtle nourishment of the air; Not in this beating and pounding at my
O pulse of my life! Need I that you exist and show yourself, any more than in these songs.
perfumes, nor the high, rain- emitting rain-emitting clouds, are borne through the open air, Any more than my
Give me the drench of my passions! Give me life coarse and rank!
with the dancers, and drink with the drinkers; The echoes ring with our indecent calls; I take for my
love some prostitute—I pick out some low person for my dearest friend, He shall be lawless, rude, illiterate—he
one condemn'd by others for deeds done; I will play a part no longer—Why should I exile myself from my
My Dear friend Walt Whitman I have written so many letters to you dictated by Charles that I feel a painful
although I thought he was likely to die any time, still I find I was unprepared for his departure & my
I look at my three children & think what a work I have got left to perform.
My Mother from Massachusetts is with me for a few days and it is a great comfort.
New Haven, Conn see notes Dec 18 1888 from Mrs Hine | ab't my dear friend C.H. Mrs.
My dear Whitman, I have been voyaging amid the Hebrides,—strolling amid the Highlands,—loafing by the
Sea,—trying to extract from two or three weeks' vacation some vigour vigor and virtue for my work, which
(If you see him tell him that his accompanying letter got lost in my absence or it shd should have been
await us—you must (letting me know beforehand the Ship by which you sail from America) come straight to my