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My Captain!”
The copy of “O Captain! My Captain!” is dated by WW as March 9, 1887, as is a Gutekunst photograph.
My February 1. From R. Brisbane. Syracuse. Captain!” LC. CT: WWWC 4: 266–67. April(?) 19.
McIlhaney, a Captain! My Captain!”
, My Captain!”
mouth.—— I My eyes are bloodshot, they look down the river, A steamboat carries off paddles away my woman
beard, and reached till you held my feet."
Oh my free, proud, secure soul, where are you?"
'The moment my eyes fell on him I was content.'"
My only dread is lest my love should blind me, & my heart whisper "Tomorrow" when my reason says "Today
I thank my daughter, Myrth Killingsworth, an ecocritic in her own right, for being my writing companion
On hikes in the Smoky Mountains, one of my regular companions was my friend and major professor F.
Professor Miller directed my dissertation, which ultimately led to my first book, Whitman's Poetry of
just as I was saying good-bye to DeWolfe Miller and my friends in Tennessee and heading west where my
bare-stript heart, And reach'd till you felt my beard, and reach'd till you held my feet.