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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!
Open your mouth gums my pardy, that I put send blow grit in you with one a breath ; Spread your palms
. * 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
—"Step-along, my bullies!" Come, bullies, hop, now! hop now!" (9 Mixture of passengers .
O laugh when my eyes settle the land The imagery and phrasing of these lines bears some resemblance to
similarity to the following line in the poem eventually titled "I Sing the Body Electric": "As I see my
and dwells serenely behind it.— When out of a feast I eat bread only corn and roast potatoes fo for my
dinner, through my own voluntary choice it is very well and I much content, but if some arrogant head
inspiration . . . . the beating of my heart . . . . the passing of blood and air through my lungs.
Where day and night I wend thy surf‑beat shore, Imaging to my sense thy varied strange suggestions, Thy
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
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
of Grass, eventually titled "Song of Myself": "The supernatural of no account . . . . myself waiting my
manuscript appeared as the following, in the poem eventually titled "Song of Myself": "All I mark as my
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
Have lost my recognition of your silent ever-swaying power, ye mighty, elemental throes, In which and
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
Nor for myself—my own rebellious self in thee?
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
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
as two—as my soul and I; and I gu reckon it is the same with all oth men and women.— I know that my
trousers around my boots, and my cuffs back from my wrists and go among the rough drivers and boatmen
I tell you just as beautiful to die; For I take my death with the dying And my birth with the new-born
lips, to the palms of my hands, and whatever my hands hold.
hands, and my head my head mocked with a prickly I am here after I remember crucifixion and bloody coronation
Such boundless and affluent souls. . . . . . . bend your head in reverence, my man!
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 . . . .
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
faces of my kind something that presents the sentiment of the Druid walking in the woods " " of the Indian
The first several lines of the notebook draft were revised and published as "My Picture-Gallery" in The
—What seek you do you want among my haughty and jealous democracies of the north?
woman, or my flesh and blood.
—There are my officers and my courts.—At the Capitol is my Legislature.
—It is foreign to my usages, as to my eyes and ears.—Go back to the power that sent you.
free cities, or my teeming country towns, or along my rivers, or sea shore.— 19 But why do I babble
.— The old house in which my father's grand parents lived, (and their parents probably before them, )
—Some of them are yet represented by descendants in New England My father's grandfather was quite a large
—My father's father I never saw.— Mother's family lived only two or three miles from West Hills—on a
—Her mother 's (my great grandmother's) maiden name was Mary Woolley, and her father Capt: Williams,
the lampblack and oil with which the canvass covering of the stage was painted, would make me.— After my
to speed take me truly really on to deep waters Now, now to thy divinest venture (I will not call it my
Good bye My Fancy | Sail out for Good Etc | Page 7—Good Bye My Fancy This manuscript is a draft of "Sail
"; Good bye My Fancy | Sail out for Good Etc | Page 7—Good Bye My Fancy; Transcribed from digital images
I say to my own greatness, Away!
outward" (1855, p. 51). may be related to a similar phrase in the poem eventually titled "Who Learns My
in the 1856 edition of Leaves of Grass : "The best I had done seemed to me blank and suspicious, / My
—I doubt whether who my greatest thoughts, as I had supposed them, are not shallow.
—My pride is impotent; my love gets no response.
(Returning to my pages' front once more, resuming all, Songs, sorrows, tragedies, with stalwart joys—O
A glance look —a flashing token of my‑ myself self—to future time.
Returning to my pages' front once
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
.; TThis manuscript bears some similarity in subject to the poem that became "Who Learns My Lesson Complete
to the President at his levee, / And he says Good day my brother, to Cudge that hoes in the sugarfield
of the poem (not including this line) were revised and published in The American in October 1880 as "My
jibs appear in the offing—steamers with pennants of smoke— and under the noonday forenoon sun Where my
Where my gaze as now sweeps ocean river and bay.
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
Part of "Pictures" was published as "My Picture-Gallery" in The American in October 1880 and later incorporated
Poem for of of adherence to of my adherence the good old cause the "good old cause" is that in all its
When painfully athwart my brain Dark thoughts come crowding on, And, sick of worldly hollowness, My heart
out upon the green I walk, Just ere the close of day, And swift I ween the sight I view Clears all my
I am with you in my soul: I shout—I strike the ball with you— With you I race and roll.— Methinks, white‑winged
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
Far back, related on my mother's side, Old Salt Kossabone, I'll tell you how he died; (Had been a sailor
—these his the last words—when Jenny came, he sat there dead; Dutch Kossabone, Old Salt, related on my
giving others the same chances and rights as myself— As if it were not indis‑ indispensable pensable to my
O joy of my spirit uncaged—it hops like a bird on the grass mounds of earth.
O joy of my spirit
The first several lines of "Pictures" (not including this line) were revised and published as "My Picture-Gallery
A similar line in that poem reads: "O the joy of my spirit! It is uncaged!
O Captain! my Captain! O Captain! my 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
My Captain!," which was published first in 1865.
O Captain! my Captain!
This manuscript is a signed, dated, handwritten copy of "O Captain! My Captain!
of the verso of this manuscript is currently unavailable.; A signed, dated, handwritten copy of "O Captain
My Captain!," which was published first in 1865.; Transcribed from digital images of the original.
Still Night of Sleep—my bridal Night!
Earth of the limpid gray of clouds purer and clearer for my sake!
Lived in Classon from May 1st '56, '7 '8 '9 Lived in Portland av. from May 1st '59 '60 '61 Sarah White, my
up before the fire, just like a man—was every way decided and masculine in behavior The tradition of my
.— 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
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
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
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
See, for instance: "I take my place among you as much as among any," (1855, p. 48); "Nor do I understand
In the 1855 edition of Leaves of Grass , Whitman included the lines: "Who learns my lesson complete?
My Lesson Have you learned my lesson complete: It is well—it is but the gate to a larger lesson—and And
mother generations guided me, / My embryo has never been torpid . . . . nothing could overlay it; /
All forces have been steadily employed to complete and delight me, / Now I stand on this spot with my
White noted a relationship between these pages and the poems "Who Learns My Lesson Complete?
White noted a relationship between these pages and the poems "Who Learns My Lesson Complete?
meet and drawing their love in Never losing old friends, or new ones; and finding new on every day of my
— Bloss Branched Le Verdure , blossom branch , fruit and vine The irregular tapping of rain off the 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