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My mind is fallow now, but I suppose it is for the best.
I hardly know my old self as seen in my old Index articles. However, Sursum! Resurgam! Forward!
Sent you my love by him. W.S.K. William Sloane Kennedy to Walt Whitman, 4 July 1891
Kennedy is referring to the proofs for Whitman's book Good-Bye My Fancy (1891).
Good-Bye My Fancy (1891) was Whitman's last miscellany, and it included both poetry and short prose works
Thirty-one poems from the book were later printed as "Good-Bye my Fancy 2d Annex" to Leaves of Grass
For more information see, Donald Barlow Stauffer, "'Good-Bye my Fancy' (Second Annex) (1891)," Walt Whitman
Sunset Breeze," which was first published in Lippincott's in December 1890 and reprinted in Good-Bye My
Your other touches give accuracy to my over-statements.
Did you see my snow study "Tumultuous Privacy, last monday in Transcript p. 6?
Tenn was the bright particular star of my youth & early manhood—is a man who makes this dull earth godlike
It is a book separate "the words of my book nothing, the [trend] of it everything Sadikichi seems to
Kennedy is alluding to Whitman's line in the poem "Shut Not Your Doors": "The words of my book nothing
Whitman's preface was also included in Good-Bye My Fancy (Philadelphia: David McKay, 1891), 51–53.
Whitman's book Good-Bye My Fancy (1891) was his last miscellany, and it included both poetry and short
Thirty-one poems from the book were later printed as "Good-Bye my Fancy" in Leaves of Grass (1891–1892
For more information see, Donald Barlow Stauffer, "'Good-Bye my Fancy' (Second Annex) (1891)," Walt Whitman
Houghton, Mifflin, 1892), for which Whitman wrote the Preface (which he later included in Good-Bye My
Dear Poet: I hope you dont think my love and thought of W. W the less for my not writing oftener.
But never mind, each stage of life has its glories) My sister from Ohio is with us today.
Accept my hearty love & affectionate good wishes.
Commemoration Ode," which has often, since its publication, been contrasted with Whitman's own tribute, "O Captain
My Captain!" For further information on Whitman's views of Lowell, see William A.
I have lent my copy to others.
Now you may call me a fool for my request, but if you will comply with it, I shall be just as well satisfied
I wish to frame it, to hang in my room, in company with a autograph of Charles Mackay, another of my
"Walt Whitman" My dear Sir On Oct 12th (Discovery day falls this year on Sunday) our Pan Republic Congress
No 321 High S t Newark New Jersey June 15th / 91 My Dear Friend Walt , I see by the papers that a short
Just reaching up to my Three score. I have been thinking how long since I saw you.
I have in my mind one, that is George Storms as you used to ride more with him than any one else: but
I hardly think I will find many of them but I will try my best to find some of them. in the meantime
Dear Poet: The above lines I dedicate to you—my guide.
My dear Mr Whitman: I have sent you by express today a new etching which I think you will like.
My dear Mr Whitman: I am very glad you are pleased with the pictures.
If you will kindly look over those you have kept you will find one with my name on & a few words from
criticism . . . after full retrospect of his works and life, the aforesaid 'odd-kind chiel' remains to my
420 Green Ave Brooklyn Apr. 10/91 My Dear Mr.
Whitman: Allow me to introduce to you my friend of many years' standing—Mr.
Whitman, I have been perplexed how to express to you my feelings of gratitude for the gift of the letter
I am especially pleased to learn from it that you share my admiration for the noble stoic Epictetus,
I have also to thank you, Mr Whitman, for inscribing my name in the copy of Leaves of Grass which the
"Boys of the College" gave to me on my birthday.
my wife joins I am yours sincerely Wentworth Dixon Wentworth Dixon to Walt Whitman, 13 June 1891
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 Aug: 13 '91 Let me send my little word too to J R Lowell's memory.
Commemoration Ode," which has often, since its publication, been contrasted with Whitman's own tribute, "O Captain
My Captain!" For further information on Whitman's views of Lowell, see William A.
all in the wheel chair, or any other way—not once in a month—In other respects somewhat the same—eat my
Doughty & Maggie well—Warry still my nurse & satisfactory—Horace Traubel married & well—faithful as ever—So
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
Whitman's housekeeper, took care of both Harry and Warren after the death of their father, the sea captain
Camden New Jersey April 3, '91 Yes there were certainly 100 sets—I see by my memoranda book—50 to yr
Camden N J — Nov: 24 '91 Best thanks my friend for y'r kind invitation, but I am in an almost entirely
Reprinted in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891).; Our transcription is based on a digital image of a microfilm
Reprinted in Good-bye My Fancy (1891).; Our transcription is based on a digital image of a microfilm
Reprinted in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891).; Transcribed from a digital image of a micfrofilm copy of an original
poems published as the cluster "Old Age Echoes" in Lippincott's Magazine were reprinted in Good-bye My
As I ponder'd in silence, Returning upon my poems, considering, lingering long, A Phantom arose before
Bear forth to them folded my love, (dear mariners, for you I fold it here in every leaf;) Speed on my
And so will some one when I am dead and gone write my life?
my real life, Only a few hints, a few diffused faint clews and indirections I seek for my own use to
BEGINNING MY STUDIES.
What do my shouts amid lightnings and raging winds mean?)
To rise thither with my inebriate soul! To be lost if it must be so!
songs in Sex, Offspring of my loins.
was still ringing little bells last night under my ear.
voice, approach, Touch me, touch the palm of your hand to my body as I pass, Be not afraid of my body
SCENTED HERBAGE OF MY BREAST.
O blossoms of my blood!
EARTH, MY LIKENESS.
WHAT THINK YOU I TAKE MY PEN IN HAND? WHAT think you I take my pen in hand to record?
THAT SHADOW MY LIKENESS.
COME my tan-faced children, Follow well in order, get your weapons ready, Have you your pistols?
O my breast aches with tender love for all!
Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you, that you be my poem, I whisper with my lips close to your
I call to the world to distrust the accounts of my friends, but listen to my enemies, as I myself do,
name, the Past, And in the name of these States and in your and my name, the Present time.
do I not see my love fluttering out among the breakers?
Loud I call to you, my love!
who I am, my love.
Hither my love! Here I am! here!
But my mate no more, no more with me! We two together no more.
LOVER divine and perfect Comrade, Waiting content, invisible yet, but certain, Be thou my God.
O Death, (for Life has served its turn,) Opener and usher to the heavenly mansion, Be thou my God.
All great ideas, the races' aspirations, All heroisms, deeds of rapt enthusiasts, Be ye my Gods.
arm and half enclose with my hand, That containing the start of each and all, the virtue, the germs
SKIRTING the river road, (my forenoon walk, my rest,) Skyward in air a sudden muffled sound, the dalliance
with bends and chutes, And my Illinois fields, and my Kansas fields, and my fields of Missouri, The
My limbs, my veins dilate, my theme is clear at last, Banner so broad advancing out of the night, I sing
VIGIL strange I kept on the field one night; When you my son and my comrade dropt at my side that day
WHILE my wife at my side lies slumbering, and the wars are over long, And my head on the pillow rests
Ah my silvery beauty—ah my woolly white and crimson! Ah to sing the song of you, my matron mighty!
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, Fallen cold and dead.
body to meet my lover the sea, I will not touch my flesh to the earth as to other flesh to renew me.
COURAGE yet, my brother or my sister!
Me ruthless and devilish as any, that my wrists are not chain'd with iron, or my ankles with iron?
WHO LEARNS MY LESSON COMPLETE? WHO learns my lesson complete?
MY PICTURE-GALLERY.
dear brothers' and sisters' sake, for the soul's sake, Wending my way through the homes of men, rich
words, mine only, Young and strong I pass knowing well I am destin'd myself to an early death; But my
charity has no death—my wisdom dies not, neither early nor late, And my sweet love bequeath'd here and
side, warlike, equal with any, real as any, Nor time nor change shall ever change me or my words. 4
Softly I lay my right hand upon you, you just feel it, I do not argue, I bend my head close and half
my special word to thee. Hear me illustrious!
lengthen- ing lengthening shadows, Prepare my starry nights.
my city! ALL IS TRUTH.
WEAVE IN, MY HARDY LIFE.
Then my realities; What else is so real as mine?
Open mouth of my soul uttering gladness, Eyes of my soul seeing perfection, Natural life of me faithfully
MY LEGACY.
, And you trees down in your roots to bequeath to all future trees, My dead absorb or South or North—my
I remember I said before my leaves sprang at all, I would raise my voice jocund and strong with reference
I have offer'd my style to every one, I have journey'd with confi- dent confident step; While my pleasure
Would you the undulation of one wave, its trick to me transfer, Or breathe one breath of yours upon my
past war, the battles, hospital sights, the wounded and the dead, Myself through every by-gone phase—my
idle youth—old age at hand, My three-score years of life summ'd up, and more, and past, By any grand
As I ponder'd in silence, Returning upon my poems, considering, lingering long, A Phantom arose before
then I answer'd, I too haughty Shade also sing war, and a longer and greater one than any, Waged in my
Bear forth to them folded my love, (dear mariners, for you I fold it here in every leaf;) Speed on my
spread your white sails my little bark athwart the imperious waves, Chant on, sail on, bear o'er the
prove this puzzle the New World, And to define America, her athletic Democracy, Therefore I send you my
play of causes, (With vast results to come for thrice a thousand years,) These recitatives for thee,—my
And thee my soul, Joys, ceaseless exercises, exaltations, Thy yearning amply fed at last, prepared to
And so will some one when I am dead and gone write my life?
(As if any man really knew aught of my life, Why even I myself I often think know little or nothing of
my real life, Only a few hints, a few diffused faint clews and indirections I seek for my own use to
Beginning My Studies. BEGINNING MY STUDIES.
BEGINNING my studies the first step pleas'd me so much, The mere fact consciousness, these forms, the
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 Canada , Me wherever my
minute, Thither every-day life, speech, utensils, politics, persons, estates; Thither we also, I with my
well-fill'd shelves, yet needed most, I bring, Forth from the war emerging, a book I have made, The words of my
rais'd by a perfect mother, After roaming many lands, lover of populous pavements, Dweller in Mannahatta my
, Or rude in my home in Dakota's woods, my diet meat, my drink from the spring, Or withdrawn to muse
place with my own day here.
My comrade!
my intrepid nations! O I at any rate include you all with perfect love!
My voice goes after what my eyes cannot reach, With the twirl of my tongue I encompass worlds and volumes
My ties and ballasts leave me, my elbows rest in sea-gaps, I skirt sierras, my palms cover continents
We closed with him, the yards entangled, the cannon touch'd, My captain lash'd fast with his own hands
Now I laugh content, for I hear the voice of my little captain, We have not struck, he composedly cries
My lovers suffocate me, Crowding my lips, thick in the pores of my skin, Jostling me through streets