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O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! O Captain! my Captain!
O the bleeding drops of red, 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 deck my Captain lies, O how shall I warble myself for the dead one
improvement in health or strength either—but I keep pretty good spirits & eat & sleep fairly yet—Have my
Good bye for the present, Ed, & my remembrances & love to you, boy— Walt Whitman Walt Whitman to Edward
and his brother Harry were the sons of Henry Whireman Fritzinger (about 1828–1881), a former sea captain
Davis, Whitman's housekeeper, who had also taken care of the sea captain and who inherited part of his
Sunday Aug: 4 towards noon —Fine & clear & quiet—feeling fair as usual—cut up peaches, an egg, &c: for my
breakfast—am sitting here alone in my big den—bowel action an hour ago—Mr.
Was born May 31, 1819, in my father'sfarm-house, atWest Hills,L. I., sailor— on my New York State.
My parents' folks mostly farmers and father'sside, of English — on my mother's,.
hands,my limbsgrow nerveless, My brainfeelrack'd,bewilder'd.
It was for this and for no lesserreason that he was, able to hail Lincoln as "My Captain."
In the " presence of calamity he sobs, as a child, Oh my Captain my Father !"
My dear Poet, Walt Whitman.
Possibly my answer to Mr.
In case of the latter, I should have been glad had he thought my name worthy of mention as a friend.
Comes to my mind as I think of the hour When our poet and friends will be lovingly drinking The mystical
But, though absent in body, there's nothing can hinder My tasting the joys of that festive birthday;
Sunday Evn'g Dec: 29 '89 Much the same things &c: continued—feeling dull & stupid—dark bad weather—my
and his brother Harry were the sons of Henry Whireman Fritzinger (about 1828–1881), a former sea captain
Davis, Whitman's housekeeper, who had also taken care of the sea captain and who inherited part of his
me apprehensive—a dollar occasionally would help—have put up 100 feet of new fence (parts) against my
Dont get down-hearted, my boy, say I! We read yr strong verse in November Century.
Whitman's poem "My 71st Year" was published in the November 1889 issue of Century Illustrated Monthly
Walt Whitman, Esq., My dear Sir, I enclose you a map of Harleigh Cemetry, which I though I had sent before
I had a very good time Christmas, went home & helped to eat the turkey, all my sisters & brothers were
So I made up my mind to leave in the fall & go at the Veterinary business which I consider was a wise
and his brother Harry were the sons of Henry Whireman Fritzinger (about 1828–1881), a former sea captain
Davis, Whitman's housekeeper, who had also taken care of the sea captain and who inherited part of his
and his brother Harry were the sons of Henry Whireman Fritzinger (about 1828–1881), a former sea captain
Davis, Whitman's housekeeper, who had also taken care of the sea captain and who inherited part of his
Camden New Jersey U S America Dec: 24 '89 Still (after a sort) hold possession of the ship —but my grasp
growing fainter & my eyes dimmer—Wish to specially write to thank you for kindness —Y'r proof just rec'd
almost nothing from the outside world these times, and am too much occupied to do anything outside my
My first visit to William's grave since last July when I went away.
if I had some one to give me a lift in my work, it would be a boon, but I guess my lesson in life is
let me have ten or Fifteen Dollars have been having pretty hard luck of late and find myself Broke My
I am writing at the desk in my office. It is so dark that I almost need the gas to see to write.
My dear Mr.
year the weather being really too hot in the middle of the day I will not make this letter any longer my
evn'g as usual (always welcome)—he is well—is a clerk in a bank in Phila—Am sitting at present alone in my
I enclose one of my late circulars as it may have a wisp of interest to you.
Robert Browning (1812–1889), known for his dramatic monologues, including "Porphyria's Lover" and "My
volumes of Horace Traubel's With Walt Whitman in Camden (various publishers: 1906–1996) and Whitman's "My
I clung to the farm & lived alone with my dog, coming down here Sundays & stormy weather.
The old farm where I was born has come back upon my hands & is very embarrassing.
I tried to help my brother through with it, but he has proved unequal to the task & I have had to take
Robert Browning (1812–1889), known for his dramatic monologues, including "Porphyria's Lover" and "My
1524 Walnut Street Philadelphia My Dear good gray Poet— Ever since I bought the first edition of Leaves
walk with God in the dark, Than go alone in the light; I would rather walk with him by faith Than pick my
"After the dazzle of day is gone, Only the dark, dark night shows to my eyes the stars; After the clangor
of organ majestic, or chorus, or perfect band, Silent, athwart my soul, moves the symphony true" Thomas
—Am sitting here alone as usual in my den—all right I guess — Walt Whitman Walt Whitman to Richard Maurice
Robert Browning (1812–1889), known for his dramatic monologues, including "Porphyria's Lover" and "My
Sometimes as I read it I feel as if my whole previous life were rolling en masse through me, and as if
call the Ship Yard nearly a mile off & am feeling fairly—Nothing very new—I am sitting here alone in my
Whitman: I give to my good friend Horace Traubel the Sarrazin book which I have had so much pleasure
Bucke anent the American articles—all of which Traubel has probably conveyed to you my gratitude for,
Robert Browning (1812–1889), known for his dramatic monologues, including "Porphyria's Lover" and "My
Dear & honoured Friend & Master I thank you from my heart for the gift of your great book—that beautiful
But my heart has not the power to make my brain & hands tell you how much I thank you.
I cannot even attempt to tell yourself (upon this page of paper with this pen in my hand), what it is
If my health, riven to the bottom like a tree in me, twelve years ago,—& the cares of a family, complicated
reliance on you, & my hope that you will not disapprove of my conduct in the last resort.
of fresh air, have since had a cup of tea and a piece of dry toast and am now (630 P.M.) sitting at my
desk in my office at the Asylum.
Sometimes as I read it I feel as if my whole previous life were rolling en masse through me and as if
Tomorrow I give my 7 th lecture to the students—one more will end the course for this year.
We are all well I send you my best love R M Bucke Richard Maurice Bucke to Walt Whitman, 8 December 1889
— Finest sort of weather, sun, skies &c here days & nights—I was out last evn'g to supper and stopt my
bad even foul move—& himself a bad & foul move—that's the deep final verdict of America's soul—had my
chair last evn'g & look'd at the full moon & clouds & brightness a long time— Am sitting here alone in my
den—one bunch of flowers on the table at my left & another on the right—& Warren my nurse downstairs
and his brother Harry were the sons of Henry Whireman Fritzinger (about 1828–1881), a former sea captain
Davis, Whitman's housekeeper, who had also taken care of the sea captain and who inherited part of his
I believe I even blushed a little to find my lines so bravely in evidence.
For my own part, I feel now that concentration is the one thing that I lack.
or half-bad weather here—but I go out a little in the wheel-chair —was out yesterday—have just had my
Whitman: "Because you have, as it were, given me a ground for the love of men I thank you continually in my
29 reporting that you had been downstairs on 28 to a dinner of "Roast Turkey & Plum Pudding" I gave my
howsoe'er, the hearts of toilers struggling here," would perhaps be a better idea than the one suggested in my
Whitman: "Because you have, as it were, given me a ground for the love of men I thank you continually in my
fine sunny day here & I am feeling fairly—have just had a good stout currying & kneading & it fits my
W's MS— Evn'g —Am sitting here alone by oak fire—went out in the wheel chair & enjoy'd it—sales of my
Camden Nov: 21 '89 Cloudy now the third day—Nothing very new—my little poemet (welcoming Brazil republic
last four days—rest &c: last night satisfactory—rare fried eggs, Graham bread, stew'd prunes & tea for my
Fritzinger, has just been up to see me—I like the two fellows, & they do me good (his brother Warren is my
I send another piece ab't Dr Sequard —it is just past noon & I am ab't having my currying.
Whitman's housekeeper, took care of both Harry and Warren after the death of their father, the sea captain
and his brother Harry were the sons of Henry Whireman Fritzinger (about 1828–1881), a former sea captain
Davis, Whitman's housekeeper, who had also taken care of the sea captain and who inherited part of his
stupid as can be here—Capital massages tho' rough & rasping as I can stand like the ones ordered by my
criticism . . . after full retrospect of his works and life, the aforesaid 'odd-kind chiel' remains to my
I have looked so long for that autograph copy of "My Captain," for "a place of honor," in my collection
Aldrich wanted an autograph copy of Whitman's poem "O Captain! My Captain!."
"O Captain! My Captain!"
For more information on the poem, see Gregory Eiselein, "'O Captain! My Captain!'
Whitman eventually did furnish Aldrich with a manuscript copy of "O Captain!
recall'd by O'C— I am sitting here as usual (the same old story)—have a good oak-wood fire—am ab't to have my
—have been out in my wheel chair for a 40 minute open air jaunt (propell'd by WF. my sailor boy nurse
) —& now 4pm Nov. 14 '89 waiting for my supper to be bro't— Transcribed from digital images of the original
of last hours of O'C, and then the funeral—& many things—but especially the evidence & presence of my
, en route for Wash'n—Shall try to get out in wheel chair a little to-day—nothing very different in my
jaunt—went to the bank—went down to the river side—sun, river & sky fine—sat 15 minutes in the Nov. sun—find my
head & bodily strength pretty low yet (no improvement)—I like my sailor boy nurse —I cannot move without
his help—my grub to-day rice-and-mutton broth, bread, and stew'd prunes—appetite fair—feeling pretty
and his brother Harry were the sons of Henry Whireman Fritzinger (about 1828–1881), a former sea captain
Davis, Whitman's housekeeper, who had also taken care of the sea captain and who inherited part of his
Louis Nov. 10 th My Dear Uncle Walt, I have been thinking about you so much lately, that I am going to
I am still at my old quarters and will remain for this Winter, after that is as yet an unsettled problem
was an admirer of the former, I think even more of him, for the good taste in thinking so much of "my
Traubel, With Walt Whitman in Camden, Thursday, September 12, 1889 and Saturday, September 14, 1889: "My
My dear Walt The enclosed will interest you.
We are here for my wifes health, which I am glad to say is much improved. Ever yours T. W.
So all my time will be taken up with him.
ASYLUM FOR THE INSANE LONDON, ONTARIO London, Ont. 8 Nov 188 9 It is after tea (7 P.M.), I am over in my
soon as I get a few hundred that I can spare (and I look for that time to come very soon now) it is my
I must now turn my face homeward.
out—I hear f'm Buck Bucke often, he is well & busy—Was out yesterday (after three weeks' embargo) in my
with me here, but I guess every thing going with me me fairly considering —Am sitting here alone in my
den by the oak-wood fire alone as usual—my sailor boy is off to the dentist, for a long bad job with
Whitman I think it must have been my guardian angel that gave thee the "impalpable nudge" to write to
I am worse & not better, & now I have to go off for I don't know how long to the Pyrennees, leaving my
My road has seemed so shut up—I am laid aside in the midst of all the work I care for—fit for nothing—and
and his brother Harry were the sons of Henry Whireman Fritzinger (about 1828–1881), a former sea captain
Davis, Whitman's housekeeper, who had also taken care of the sea captain and who inherited part of his
My 71st Year
Reprinted in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891).; Our transcription is based on a digital image of a microfilm