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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
What is this you bring my America? Is it uniform with my country?
I swear I will have each quality of my race in my- self myself , (Talk as you like, he only suits These
rapt verse, my call—mock me not!
my lands!
WEAVE IN, WEAVE IN, MY HARDY LIFE. WEAVE in! weave in, my hardy life!
Department of Justice Washington sent Sept. 17, 18 71 I send herewith the copy of my American Institute
I think an ordinary 12 mo would be best, and send you a sample, my idea of size of page, and sort of
My percentage &c. I leave to you to fix—I should expect two or three dozen copies.
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
10 Oct '71 tuesday Tuesday morning O c 10 My dear walt Walt i had company yesterday so i dident didn't
daughters has their own to attend to which is perfectly natural) george George and loo and Jeff insists on my
but houseroo m at any rate i shant shan't break up as long as i can get around if i lo s e the use of my
suppose they do it for the best they think i live so lonesome) but worry about me breaking up i have had my
indifferent , but trembling with age and your unheal'd wounds, you mounted the scaffold;) —I would sing in my
know not why, but I loved you…(and so go forth little song, Far over sea speed like an arrow, carrying my
love, and drop these lines at his feet;) —Nor forget I to sing of the wonder, the ship as she swam up my
bay, Well-shaped and stately the Great Eastern swam up my bay, she was 600 feet long, Her, moving swiftly
A.MS. draft.loc.00088xxx.00236Returning to my pages' front oncebetween 1871 and 1876poetryhandwritten1
Returning to my pages' front once
world, a rural domestic life; Give me to warble spontaneous songs, reliev'd, recluse by myself, for my
excitement, and rack'd by the war-strife;) These to procure, incessantly asking, rising in cries from my
heart, While yet incessantly asking, still I adhere to my city; Day upon day, and year upon year, O
enrich'd of soul—you give me forever faces; (O I see what I sought to escape, confronting, reversing my
cries; I see my own soul trampling down what it ask'd for.) 2 Keep your splendid, silent sun; Keep your
love, spit their salutes; When the fire-flashing guns have fully alerted me— when heaven-clouds canopy my
To us, my city, Where our tall-topt marble and iron beauties range on opposite sides—to walk in the space
4 See, my cantabile!
chant, projected, a thousand blooming cities yet, in time, on those groups of sea-islands; I chant my
sail-ships and steam-ships threading the archipelagoes; I chant my stars and stripes fluttering in the
My South! O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse, and love! Good and evil! O all dear to me!
the Tombigbee, the Santee, the Coosa, and the Sabine; O pensive, far away wandering, I return with my
the graceful palmetto; I pass rude sea-headlands and enter Pamlico Sound through an inlet, and dart my
Me, ruthless and devilish as any, that my wrists are not chain'd with iron, or my ankles with iron?
My girl, I appoint with you an appointment—and I charge you that you make preparation to be worthy to
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
I WAS asking for something specific and perfect for my city, Whereupon, lo!
my city! The city of such women, I am mad to be with them!
clever people, & have invited me to Newport next summer— I am writing this in the office, (alone in my
& Lou are with you—(I hope you will all take a glass of the Spanish wine)— I believe I told you in my
Mother, I will send the order in my next—The bells are all ringing for 7 oclock church—there is a chime
That, O my brethren—that is the mission of Poets.
What is this you bring my America? Is it uniform with my country?
I swear I will have each quality of my race in my- self myself , (Talk as you like, he only suits These
rapt verse, my call—mock me not!
You, by my charm, I invoke!
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
Deliriate, thus prelude what is generated, offering these, offering myself, Bathing myself, bathing my
songs in Sex, Offspring of my loins.
My dear sir, You can get any or all my Books at J. S. Redfield, 140 Fulton street, upstairs, N. Y.
In my classification which I advised in my letter of the 10th ultimo, it was my intention that all persons
Bear forth to them, folded, my love —(Dear mariners!
for you I fold it here, in every leaf;) Speed on, my Book!
spread your white sails, my little bark, athwart the imperious waves!
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!
My dear Mr Whitman Please write Your Autograph & Enclose in the Accompanying Envelope I appreciate the
Many favors Asked of You feel desire Your Autograph So Much to Add to My Already Good Collection that
—Then separate, as disembodied, or another born, Ethereal, the last athletic reality, my consolation;
I ascend—I float in the regions of your love, O man, O sharer of my roving life.
BEHOLD this swarthy face—these gray eyes, This beard—the white wool, unclipt upon my neck, My brown hands
the air I breathed froze me; A thick gloom fell through the sunshine and darken'd me; Must I change my
said I to my- self myself ; Must I indeed learn to chant the cold dirges of the baf- fled baffled ?
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
Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you, that you be my poem; I whisper with my lips close to your
O I have been dilatory and dumb; I should have made my way straight to you long ago; I should have blabb'd
paint myriads of heads, but paint no head with- out without its nimbus of gold-color'd light; From my
Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you, that you be my poem; I whisper with my lips close to your
O I have been dilatory and dumb; I should have made my way straight to you long ago; I should have blabb'd
paint myriads of heads, but paint no head with- out without its nimbus of gold-color'd light; From my
Washington and see you but as long as I know that you are well and enjoying your self I will try to content my
greatful grateful to you that you should take so much interist interest in me it makes me think of my
to be very thankful to him for our good health he is such a good Father to us so good by bye for the my
such-like, visible here or any- where anywhere , stand provided for in a handful of space, which I extend my
arm and half enclose with my hand; That contains the start of each and all—the virtue, the germs of
Montenotte Cork, Ireland July 23 1871 My dear Sir, I wished to send you a copy of the July No of the
removable error fail in their approach to you, or do not approach at all. that I think I am justified in my
My fixed residence is 50 Wellington Road, Dublin, Ireland.
My work there is that of Professor of English Literature in the University of Dublin.
Botta: My dear Madam: I sent you by mail about three weeks ago, (in compliance with your request of April
13,) the MS. of one of my poems, "O Star of France"—also a photographic portrait.
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
My Dear Madam and Friend: I was expecting to visit New York early this month, and intended to call and
acknowledge the receipt of the poem and to say that when I come on, I shall personally call and pay my
if the statistics of crime, &c., are forwarded by the 15th instant, they will reach me in time for my
Please accept my thanks for crime statistics S. C. your courtesy and attention in this matter.
Be pleased to accept my thanks for your courtesy and attention in this matter, although I regret to say
that the statistics reached me the day after my report was submitted to Congress, and was therefore
nor the bright win- dows windows , with goods in them; Nor to converse with learn'd persons, or bear my
your frequent and swift flash of eyes offering me love, Offering response to my own—these repay me; Lovers
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
smoke; By these, crowds, groups of forms, vaguely I see, on the floor, some in the pews laid down; At my
staunch the blood temporarily, (the youngster's face is white as a lily;) Then before I depart I sweep my
resume as I chant—I see again the forms, I smell the odor; Then hear outside the orders given, Fall in, my
Waterman against the United States, brought to my notice in my letter of criminal proceedings agt G.
Sir: On my return from the south, I find your official and unofficial letters of Sept. 13, 1871, which
on the 18th of that month were answered by the Solicitor General, reserving a final answer until my
In my judgement, the judicial force of the United States can be advantageously increased in the South
I am not quite certain whether a recommendation on the subject would be proper in my official report,
all—aplomb in the midst of irrational things, Imbued as they—passive, receptive, silent as they, Finding my
woods, or of any farm-life of These States, or of the coast, or the lakes, or Kanada, Me, wherever my
Sir: In answer to your letter of the 8th instant, I have the honor to state that my recollection of what
But my impressions were, and still are, (subject, of course, to be reversed, if they appear incorrect
My opinion against the validity of the transfer of the rights of the Oregon Center Railroad Company,
I WAS asking for something specific and perfect for my city, Whereupon, lo!
there is in a name, a word, liquid, sane, unruly, musical, self-sufficient; I see that the word of my
my city! The city of such women, I am mad to be with them!
Sir: In answer to your letter of the 5th instant, I have to say that I am daily at my office and receive
Yet such is the pressure on my time from the multitude of visitors at this season, and other causes,
Court of Arizona, Tucson, Arizona Terr Sir: I have received your letter of the 10th ultimo, asking my
Marshals—and therefore I cannot answer your letter officially, but I have no hesitation in giving you my
hundred dollars, unless it is given to them by Territorial law, or some law of Congress which has escaped my
Features of my equals, would you trick me with your creas'd and cadaverous march?
I saw the face of the most smear'd 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
pickets, Come here, she blushingly cries—Come nigh to me, lim-ber-hipp'dlimber-hipp'd man, Stand at my
upon you, Fill me with albescent honey, bend down to me, Rub to me with your chafing beard, rub to my
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
After my distinct personal announcement to you that such delinquencies must not be repeated, this conduct
to take this step until the present moment, in the hope that your course would enable me to gratify my
AS I PONDER'D IN SILENCE. 1 AS I ponder'd in silence, Returning upon my poems, considering, lingering
then I answer'd, I too, haughty Shade, also sing war—and a longer and greater one than any, Waged in 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,