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eventually titled "Song of Myself": "The boatmen and clamdiggers arose early and stopped for me, / I tucked my
trowser-ends in my boots and went and had a good time."
and wicked" may relate to the following line, which occurs later in the same poem: "Ever myself and my
eventually titled "Song of Myself": "The boatmen and clamdiggers arose early and stopped for me, / I tucked my
trowser-ends in my boots and went and had a good time."
and wicked" may relate to the following line, which occurs later in the same poem: "Ever myself and my
trowser-ends in my boots and went and had a good time" (1855, p. 18).
and wicked" may relate to the following line, which occurs later in the same poem: "Ever myself and my
three winters to be articulate child Whitman revised this poetic fragment and used it in "Who Learns My
Whitman revised this poetic fragment and used it in "Who Learns My Lesson Complete?
appeared in the 1855 edition of Leaves of Grass, in a poem that would eventually be entitled "Who Learns My
: "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 how I was not palpable once but am now . . . . and was
Draft lines on the back of this manuscript leaf relate to the poem eventually titled "Who Learns My Lesson
Song of Myself": "Echos, ripples, and buzzed whispers . . . . loveroot, silkthread, crotch and vine, / My
respiration and inspiration . . . . the beating of my heart . . . . the passing of blood and air through
my lungs, / The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore and darkcolored sea- rocks, and
.; Draft lines on the back of this manuscript leaf relate to the poem eventually titled "Who Learns My
to an "Elder Brother" is reminescent of lines "And I know that the hand of God is the elderhand of my
own, / And I know that the spirit of God is the eldest brother of my own" (15—16).
to an "Elder Brother" is reminescent of lines "And I know that the hand of God is the elderhand of my
own, / And I know that the spirit of God is the eldest brother of my own" (15—16).
is reminiscent of lines from the poem that read "And I know that the hand of God is the elderhand of my
own, / And I know that the spirit of God is the eldest brother of my own" (1855, pp. 15–16).; Transcribed
.— I rate myself high—I receive no small sums; I must have my full price—whoever enjoys me.
I feel satisfied my visit will be worthy of me and of my Hosts and Favorites; I leave it to them how
appeared in two of the poems in that edition, eventually titled "A Song for Occupations" and "Who Learns My
appeared in two of the poems in that edition, eventually titled "A Song for Occupations" and "Who Learns My
in the eleventh poem of the first (1855) edition of Leaves of Grass, ultimately titled "Who Learns My
I will have my own whoever enjoys me, / I will be even with you, and you shall be even with me" (1855
am myself and nobody else, am the greatest traitor, I went myself first to the headland, — my own hands
I have lost my wits . . . .
I and nobody else am the greatest traitor, / I went myself first to the headland . . . . my own hands
204 My tongue must can never be content with pap harness from this after this, It c will not talk m in
My tongue can never be
harness," "traces," "the bit"—may relate to the extended metaphor developed in following lines: "Deluding my
bribed to swap off with touch, and go and graze at the edges of me, / No consideration, no regard for my
draining strength or my anger, / Fetching the rest of the herd around to enjoy them awhile, / Then all
.— wood-duck on my distan le around. purposes, nd white playing within me the tufted crown intentional
/ It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life. / My tread scares the wood-drake and
wood-duck on my distant and daylong ramble, / They rise together, they slowly circle around. / . . .
bribed to swap off with touch, and go and graze at the edges of me, / No consideration, no regard for my
draining strength or my anger" (1855, p. 33).; 22; Transcribed from digital images of the original.;
He swoops by me, and rebukes me hoarse ly with his invitation; He complains with sarcastic voice of my
roughs, a kosmos" (1855, p. 29) and "The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me . . . . he complains of my
gab and my loitering. / I too am not a bit tamed . . . .
for I am you seem to me all one lurid Curse oath curse; I look down off the river with my bloodshot eyes
, after 10 I see the steamboat that carries away my woman.— Damn him!
how he does defile me This day, or some other, I will have him and the like of him to curse the do my
I will stop the drag them out—the sweet marches of heaven shall be stopped my maledictions.— Whitman
how he does defile me, / How he informs against my brother and sister and takes pay for their blood,
/ How he laughs when I look down the bend after the steamboat that carries away my woman" (1855, p. 74
See in particular: "And I know that the hand of God is the elderhand of my own, / And I know that the
spirit of God is the eldest brother of my own" (1855, p. 15–16).; Transcribed from digital images of
Because I am in my place what of that? The perfect male and female are everywhere in their place.
the 1855 edition of Leaves of Grass, later titled "Song of Myself": "I resist anything better than my
own diversity, / And breathe the air and leave plenty after me, / And am not stuck up, and am in my
and the breast that ha fed his young , and so buys a nomination to great office; i I nforme d against my
brother and sister and got t ook aking pay for their blood, hearts; l L aughed when I looked from my
iron necklace, after the steamboat that carried away my woman.— Whitman probably drafted this manuscript
how he does defile me, / How he informs against my brother and sister and takes pay for their blood,
/ How he laughs when I look down the bend after the steamboat that carries away my woman" (1855, p. 74
The Elder Brother of the soul—my soul.
Grass, ultimately titled "Song of Myself": "And I know that the spirit of God is the eldest brother of my
11 He The sores on my neck shoulders are from his iron necklace I look on the off on the river with my
bloodshot eyes He stops the steamboat and till she will paddle off with away take my woman, and paddle
The sores on my shoulders
titled "The Sleepers": "How he laughs when I look down the bend after the steamboat that carries away my
of Grass, eventually titled "Song of Myself": "The supernatural of no account . . . . myself waiting my
Henceforth After this day, A touch shall henceforth be small Little things is shall be are henceforth my
my tongue proof and argument It They shall tell s for me that people In them, the smallest least of
over all, and what we thought death is but life brought to a finer parturition.— An inch's contact My
The clearest relation is to the line: "A minute and a drop of me settle my brain" (1855, p. 33), but
I entertain all the aches of the human heart Outside the asteroids I reconnoitre at my ease.
Compare these lines from that edition: "I lean and loafe at my ease . . . . observing a spear of summer
the breath is leaving my throat; ! Open your floodgates!
I am faintish I can contain resist you no longer think I shall drop sink , Take drops the tears of my
¶Little as your mouth yo lips are am faintish I am faintish; and it has drained me dry of my strength
. . . . my breath is tight in its throat; / Unclench your floodgates!
Have I hasten to inform you it is just as good to die, and I know it; I know it For I take my death with
the dying, And my birth with the new-washed babe Whitman probably drafted this manuscript in the early
pass death with the dying, and birth with the new-washed babe . . . . and am not contained between my
manuscript appeared as the following, in the poem eventually titled "Song of Myself": "All I mark as my
Until you can explain a paving stone, to every ones my perfect satisfaction O Priests , do not try to
. / I intend to reach them my hand and make as much of them as I do of men and women" (1855, p. 64).;
See in particular the lines: "The supernatural of no account . . . . myself waiting my time to be one
The Great Laws do not" also includes draft lines that appeared in the poem later titled "Who Learns My
—I lend you my own mouth tongue A black I dart ed like a snake from his mouth.— I My eyes are bloodshot
, they look down the river, A steamboat carries off paddles away my woman and children.— Around my neck
am T The His i ron necklace and the red sores of my shoulders I do not feel mind , h H opples and ball
ankles and tight cuffs at the wrists does must not detain me will go down the river, with the sight of my
bloodshot eyes, go in to the steamboat that paddles off wife woman and child A I do not stop with my
. / How he laughs when I look down the bend after the steamboat that carries away my woman"(1855, p.
The retrospective extasy ecstasy is upon me— I am now my soul —spirit burns volcanic The earth recedes
ashamed before my prophetical crisis.— Whitman probably drafted this manuscript in the early 1850s as
similar to the following line in the poem eventually titled "Song of Myself": "The dirt receding before my
The first several lines of the poem were published in 1880 as "My Picture-Gallery.
a makes raises but bubble of the sea-ooze in comparison with against that unspeakable Something in my
—I look back upon that time in my own days.— I have no gibes nor mocks mockings or laughter;—I have only
the 1855 edition of Leaves of Grass, which was ultimately titled "Song of Myself": "Backward I see in my
These words are for the five or six grand poets, too; and the masters of artists: — I waste no ink, nor my
receive you, and attach and clasp hands with you, / The facts are useful and real . . . . they are not my
drink, / But as soon as you sleep and renew yourself in sweet clothes I will certainly kiss you with my
this manuscript may connect to the stanza of the poem eventually titled "Song of Myself" that begins "My
senses all men is truth; Logic and sermons never convince ; me; The dew of the night drives deep er into my
/ Logic and sermons never convince, / The damp of the night drives deeper into my soul. / Only what proves
19 I am become the poet of babes and the little things I descend many steps—I go backward primeval My
equanimous arms feet 209 I surround retrace things steps oceanic—I pass to around not merely my own
. / My feet strike an apex of the apices of the stairs, / On every step bunches of ages, and larger bunches
Bibles i are divine revelations of God But I know say that any each leaf of grass and every hair of my
compiled composed is not august enough to dent endow answer tally a leaf of grass the partition of in my
. / I intend to reach them my hand and make as much of them as I do of men and women" (1855, p. 64).;
See in particular the lines: "The supernatural of no account . . . . myself waiting my time to be one
when I visited the Asylum and they showed me their most smeared and slobbering idiot, Yet I knew for my
for my consolation, of the great laws that emptied and broke my my brother s Whitman probably drafted
7 196 My touch hand will not hurt what it holds, and yet will devour it, That It must remain whole perfect
Only one minute, only two or three passing bulging sheathed touches, Yet they gather all of me and my
spirit into a knot, They hold us so long enough there, to show us what life we can be,— And that my
senses and our flesh, and even a part of flesh, is seems more than all life.— What has become of my senses
My hand will not hurt
do not procreate like men; all of them and all existing creeds grows not so much of God as I grow in my
moustache, And I am myself waiting my time to be a God; I think I h shall do as much good and be as
pure and prodigious, and do as much good as any; — And when my do, I am, do you suppose it will please
wriggles through the world mankind and hides under helmets and it is not beloved never loved or believed.— My
See in particular the lines: "The supernatural of no account . . . . myself waiting my time to be one
sings as well as I, because although she reads no newspaper; never learned the gamut; And to shake my
The first lines of the notebook poem were revised and published as "My Picture-Gallery" in The American
. * shall uncage in my breast a thousand armed great winged broad‑ wide‑winged strengths and unknown
I want that untied tenor, clean and fresh as the Creation, whose vast pure volume floods my soul.
paces and powers, uncage in my heart a thousand new strengths, and unknown ardors and terrible —making
furious than hail hail and lightning. that leap lulling me drowsily with honeyed uncaging waking in my
likely relates to the following lines, from the poem that would be titled "Song of Myself": "I open my
thousands, each one with his entry to himself; They are always watching with their little eyes, from my
head to my feet.
lift put the girder of the earth a globe the house away if it lay between me and whatever I wanted.— My
.— what my touch wanted any thing whatever I wanted.— Surely I am out of my head!
I am lost to myself and someth something else Nature in another form has laid down in my place.
My Soul Spirit was curious and sped back to the beginning, sped back returned to the times when the earth
eternally; And devise themselves to this spot place These States and this hour, Again But yet still my
My Spirit sped back to
.— I celebrate myself to celebrate you; every man and woman alive; I transpose my my spirit I pass as
that hear me; I am loosen the voice tongue that was tied in you them In me It begins to talk out of my
The press of my foot to the earth springs a hundred affections, They scorn the best I can do to relate
What is nearest and commonest and nearest and cheapest and easiest is Me, Me going in for my chances,
myself to bestow myself on the first that will take me, Not asking the sky to come down to receive my
Still Night of Sleep—my bridal Night!
Earth of the limpid gray of clouds purer and clearer for my sake!
lines 40 letters 1120 1120 letters in page of Skakspere Shakespeare 's poems 1600 letters in one of my
sauntering the pavement, 9 great are the myths, I wander all night 10 Come closer to me Who learns my
Clean er shaved and more grammatical folks I call Mister, and lay the tips of my fingers inside their
headline in the morning papers, and pass the time as comfortably as the law allows.— But for the others, my
.— I assume this day, the whole debt of all I take my place by right among the sudorous or sweaty men
a handsomer man with be has better finer health and cleaner shaped limbs than I, who do business in my
night walkers And do no better for me— Who am a regular gentlemen or lady, With a marble broad stoop to my
And is the day here when I vote at the polls, One with the immigrant that last August strewed lime in my