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August now;) You pallid banner-staves—you pennants valueless—you over- stay'd overstay'd of time, Yet my

Me ruthless and devilish as any, that my wrists are not chain'd with iron, or my ankles with iron?

YET, yet, ye downcast hours, I know ye also, Weights of lead, how ye clog and cling at my ankles, Earth

Despairing cries float ceaselessly toward me, The call of my nearest lover, putting forth, alarm'd, uncertain

, The sea I am quickly to sail, come tell me, Come tell me where I am speeding, tell me my destination

the air I breathed froze me, A thick gloom fell through the sunshine and darken'd me, Must I change my

indifferent, but trembling with age and your unheal'd wounds you mounted the scaffold;) I would sing in my

, and singled you out with attachment;) 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

that love me, (Arous'd and angry, I'd thought to beat the alarum, and urge relentless war, But soon my

fingers fail'd me, my face droop'd and I resign'd myself, To sit by the wounded and soothe them, or

2 O maidens and young men I love and that love me, What you ask of my days those the strangest and sudden

Bearing the bandages, water and sponge, Straight and swift to my wounded I go, Where they lie on the

thigh, the knee, the wound in the abdomen, These and more I dress with impassive hand, (yet deep in my

It is I, you women, I make my way, I am stern, acrid, large, undissuadable, but I love you, I do not

babes I beget upon you are to beget babes in their turn, I shall demand perfect men and women out of my

Where day and night I wend thy surf-beat shore, Imaging to my sense thy varied strange suggestions, (

WITH ANTECEDENTS. 1 WITH antecedents, With my fathers and mothers and the accumulations of past ages,

to-day and America could no-how be better than they are. 3 In the name of these States and in your and my

name, the Past, And in the name of these States and in your and my name, the Present time.

Sent you my love by him. W.S.K. William Sloane Kennedy to Walt Whitman, 4 July 1891

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

Tenn was the bright particular star of my youth & early manhood—is a man who makes this dull earth godlike

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

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.

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!

Your other touches give accuracy to my over-statements.

Did you see my snow study "Tumultuous Privacy, last monday in Transcript p. 6?

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 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

My dear Mr Whitman: I have sent you by express today a new etching which I think you will like.

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.

Who is he that would become my follower? Who would sign himself a candidate for my affections?

be abandon'd, Therefore release me now before troubling yourself any further, let go your hand from my

acquire it, Nor do those know me best who admire me and vauntingly praise me, Nor will the candidates for my

love (unless at most a very few) prove victorious, Nor will my poems do good only, they will do just

Who Learns My Lesson Complete? WHO LEARNS MY LESSON COMPLETE? WHO learns my lesson complete?

as every one is im- mortal immortal ; I know it is wonderful, but my eyesight is equally wonderful, and

how I was conceived in my mother's womb is equally wonderful, And pass'd from a babe in the creeping

And that my soul embraces you this hour, and we affect each other without ever seeing each other, and

GOOD-BYE, MY FANCY. An Annex to Leaves of Grass By Walt Whitman. 8vo, pp. 66.

And what shall my perfume be for the grave of him I love?

O wild and loose to my soul—O wondrous singer!

voice of my spirit tallied the song of the bird.

While my sight that was bound in my eyes unclosed, As to long panoramas of visions.

I cease from my song for thee, From my gaze on thee in the west, fronting the west, communing with thee

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

WHEN I heard at the close of the day how my name had been receiv'd with plaudits in the capitol, still

it was not a happy night for me that follow'd, And else when I carous'd, or when my plans were accomplish'd

and undressing bathed, laughing with the cool waters, and saw the sun rise, And when I thought how my

dear friend my lover was on his way coming, O then I was happy, O then each breath tasted sweeter, and

all that day my food nourish'd me more, and the beautiful day pass'd well, And the next came with equal

What Think You I Take My Pen in Hand? WHAT THINK YOU I TAKE MY PEN IN HAND?

WHAT think you I take my pen in hand to record?

WHAT am I after all but a child, pleas'd with the sound of my own name?

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

Weave In, My Hardy Life. WEAVE IN, MY HARDY LIFE.

WEAVE in, weave in, my hardy life, Weave yet a soldier strong and full for great campaigns to come, Weave

WANDERING at morn, Emerging from the night from gloomy thoughts, thee in my thoughts, Yearning for thee

Thee coil'd in evil times my country, with craft and black dismay, with every meanness, treason thrust

its young, The singing thrush whose tones of joy and faith ecstatic, Fail not to certify and cheer my

If vermin so transposed, so used and bless'd may be, Then may I trust in you, your fortunes, days, my

152yal.00146xxx.00866Walt Whitman's Last—Good-Bye My Fancy1891prose1 leafhandwritten; A draft of Walt

Walt Whitman's Last—Good-Bye My Fancy

treatise on the theory behind Leaves of Grass, which includes a plug for Whitman's latest work, Good-Bye My

So says Walt Whitman in a foot-note to the little volume which he has just put forth ("Good-bye, my Fancy

Here is his poetical good bye:— Good-bye my Fancy! Farewell dear mate, dear love!

my Fancy.

Essentially my own printed records, all my volumes, are doubtless but offhand utterances from Personality

Indeed the whole room is a sort of result and storage collection of my own past life.

I am totally paralyzed, f'm the old Secession wartime overstrain—only my brain volition & right arm power

New England Magazine in June (3:570–71), and a portrait of the poet along with a review of Good-bye 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

again—the proof came & piece will be out in ten days or less —did I tell you that the Scribner man rejected my

usual with me—(a horrible heavy inertia lassitude)—write often as convenient God bless you & Frau & my

May 5, '91 Was taken out to the cemetery (Harleigh) to see if I was satisfied with the work on my burial

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

magazine & identity:sphere, nothing too small to be despised, all welcom'd, to be digested & formulated by my

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

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

of botherings, gastric, catarrhal & bladder—Dr comes—I take medicine—am sitting here at present in my

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

Whitman wanted to have two poems from Good-Bye My Fancy (1891)—"On, on the Same, Ye Jocund Twain!"

& nights with me—neuralgic sick head ache in addition to other ails—Keep up & was out yesterday to my

(My own books, poems & prose, have been a direct & indirect attempt at contribution.)

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