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Whitman said to one of his early German translators: "It has not been for my country alone—ambitious

The final aim of the United States of America is the solidarity of the world One purpose of my chants

texts are becoming fundamentally or solely "literary-encoders" and "literary-librarians," then, despite my

He once said that "arose out of my life in Brooklyn and New York from 1838 to 1853, absorbing a million

ultimately is folded into the or remains a separate, stand-alone collection, it certainly grew out of my

After the publication of the 1881-1882 , Whitman remarked, "All this is not only my obligation to Henry

It should be noted that my view of differs here from that of some commentators.

Not my enemies ever invade me—no harm to my pride from them I fear; But the lovers I recklessly love—lo

me, ever open and helpless, bereft of my strength!

Because my enemies clarify my ego by antagonism, while the mastery of my lovers is indistinguishable

from my own recklessness?

My individuality is yours, my thirst yours, my appetites yours,mydifferencesyours.Iamalikeinmydifferences

trousers around my boots, and my cuffs back from my wrists, and go with drivers and boatmen and men

gab and my loitering.

to my barestript heart, And reached till you felt my beard, and reached till you held my feet. (15)

to my bare-stript heart, And reach’d till you felt my beard, and reach’d till you held my feet.

You my rich blood!

One of the great pleasures of my time in graduate school was acquiring, piece by piece, the entire 24

for those books—in the years just before the creation of the World Wide Web—gave me a reason to leave my

still had many secondhand bookstores, and sometimes travel to other cities in the hope of completing my

Most of my graduate students are still surprised to find Whitman wrote a novel and published fiction

Years ago, when I used to hit a key on my old typewriter, I could follow and even explain the mechanical

Now, when I hit a key on my computer keyboard, my knowledge of the process that makes a letter appear

on my screen is hazy, to say the least, not to mention the process that transfers it to paper.

How this sentence I'm now writing gets preserved on my USB stick and in what form is a mystery to me.

If my rhetoric is, as Freedman suggests, "utopian," my experience in working on the archive is anything

Whitman in the early 1990s, and it took more than ten years and at least a thousand dollars to complete my

I have sometimes used the while working on scholarly essays when I am away from my home institution.

My Captain!": O Builder! My Builder!

My Captain!" several times (see Mad issues for April 1959, September 1967, and March 1983).

The song's narrator claims "I'd give my left lung to be hers for one night" and "she breaks my heart

'Leaves of Grass,' my ass!"

My Robot Friend (2004). Walt Whitman.

at all my notions.

My crime.

All worlds are my worlds. All advances are my advances.

My Captain!”

My hands, my limbs grow nerveless, My brain feels rack’d, bewilder’d, Let the old timbers part, I will

dur- ing my absence.

I have lost my wits . . . .

I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease . . . . observing a spear of summer grass.

roof, my doors, my hearth and home How sweet again to see the light and thee!

gab and my loitering.”

His and Lisa Samuels's notion of deformance has shaped my and many others' approaches to tagging and

My co-editor Rachel Price and I recently edited Álvaro Armando Vasseur's 1912 translation of Whitman's

with the famous stepped indentations of "O Captain! My Captain!"

I make my way, / I am stern, acrid, large, undissuadable—but I love you, / I do not hurt you more than

edition of 500," he wrote to his friend William O'Connor, adding that "I could sell that number by my

My Captain!" and "When Lilacs Last in the Door-Yard Bloom'd."

And he found particular significance in the cover: "This is my design—I conceived it."

Body, set to them my name," followed by a blank space where Whitman added his signature in each copy

his life, he could still recall the excitement of seeing this first article in print: "How it made my

heart double-beat to see my piece on the pretty white paper, in nice type" ( , 1:287).

to the President in the midst of his cabinet, and Good day my brother, to Sambo, among the hoes of the

lesson complete" ("Who Learns My Lesson Complete"), "Clear the way there Jonathan" ("A Boston Ballad

Commenced putting to press for good, at the job printing office of my friends, the brothers Rome, in

more audacious artistic uses of Whitman is the Flash animation " Walt Whitman " by performance artist My

One day in 1995 Charles Green and another graduate student, David Donlon, strolled into my office and

Susan Belasco, my colleague at the University of Nebraska, has made significant strides in presenting

My advice to Whitman scholars would be to hang on to your electronic rights.

This idea also appeals to me because of my academic place , the University of Nebraska.

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.

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

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!”

"My Voice Goes After What My Eyes Cannot Reach": Pragmatic Language and the Making of a Democratic Mythology

My voice goes after what my eyes cannot reach, With the twirl of my tongue I encompass worlds and volumes

to balance them at last, My knowledge my live parts....it keeping tally with the meaning of things,

Come my children, Come my boys and girls, and my women and household and intimates, Now the performer

, Depriving me of my best as for a purpose, Unbuttoning my clothes and holding me by the bare waist,

I took my M.A. in 1947 and my Ph.D. in 1949, the year after Lucy took hers.

I want to conclude by describing my encounter with someone my wife and I met when we visited Whitman's

body to meet my lover the sea, I will not touch my flesh to the earth as to other flesh to renew me.

I am grateful to my colleague Jerome Loving for calling my attention to this essay by Allen, an early

I thank my friend and former colleague Kenneth Price, who directed this dissertation, for calling my

My Captain!”).

to my barestript heart, And reached till you felt my beard, and reached till you held my feet.

I am running on my nerve, I am running on my spinal cord!

my life.

My Captain!

I saw before me, sitting on the counter, a handsome, burly man, heavily built, and not looking, to my

me as more of a man, more of a democratic man, than the tallest of Whitman's roughs; to the eye of my

love had no bounds—all that my natural fastidiousness and cautious reserve kept from others I poured

Whitman might say to him "'od's my life, Saint Thomas, I am Snug the joiner & no lion, in this poem,

I, for my part, am no believer in the sacredness of the marriage ceremony, can imagine a perfect pure

When Whitman egged him to comment on “My Captain” (a poem Whitman himself several times ridiculed in

“O Captain! My Captain!”

Whitmanletsfly:“I’mhonestwhenIsay,damn‘MyCaptain’andallthe ‘My Captains’ in my book!

”thatturnedthepoetagainstit:“In some cases, as in Whitman’s ‘O Captain, My Captain,’ the high-water mark

My Captain!

Ken recommended that in preparation for my work I read the chapter of Guidelines for Electronic Text

imagining "gentle" to mean gradual and pleasant, as in "a gentle slope," so I pictured myself easing my

Though I found the "gentle introduction" daunting and more often blunt than gentle, by working my way

My experiences since those first days have only reinforced my initial impressions; as I've worked at

Perhaps a portion of my frustrations (and also insights) are the result of Ken's somewhat fortuitous

I can't think of the author's name—my memory plays me such shabby tricks these days—(though I should

The overall need for a work such as this became clear to me in 1996 when I was asked by my friend and

To my surprise, I found no definitive published scholarship on which to draw except for studies that

My task has been to interest both groups while filling in, to the best of my ability, gaps that may exist

face is ash-color'd, my sinews gnarl . . . away from me people retreat.

I took my agn?

My 146 Captain!"

my lands!

My Captain!"

My Captain!

He is my key—sometimes daily—intellectual consultant for the project.

The project has become central to my scholarly life (in that it has become the most time consuming and

important of my projects).

My husband, John, has been as supportive in this as in all my ventures.

It includes the metered (atypical for Whit man) "0 Captain! My Captain!"

My Captain!" appears in the Sat urdayPress. 16 NOVEMBER.

After the lecture he is presented with a bouquet of lilacs and then reads "0 Captain! My Captain!"

My Captain," 70, Mask," 109 71, 54 "Out of May's Shows Se "O d e.- By Walter Whit lected,"161 "Out of

caused something of a scandal; Traubel recalled that neighbors went to his mother and "protested against my

My version of "Live Oak" differs from Parker's version in the Fourth Edition of The Norton Anthology

of American Literature (1994) , and Parker disapproves of my version, my title, and my interpretation

My essay first appeared in American Poetry Review months before The Continuing Presence came out, and

In any case, it's the later essay with my version of "Live Oak" that Parker rails against.

Parker is right in saying that I neglected to defend my choice, clearly a flaw in my essay.

Now he announces: "I am indifferent to my own songs" (l. 44); it is enough that he is to be with the

The five-line poem VI poses the question: "What think you I have taken my pen to record?"

My summary at the outset of this article delineates a coherent, frank, confident, and even ebullient

My Soul and I: The Inner Life of Walt Whitman (Boston: Beacon Press, 1985), p. 131.

On the boat I had my hands full. One poor fellow died going up."

the hospitals, Whitman dolefully observed: Looking from any eminence and studying the topography in my

"There comes that odious Walt Whitman to talk evil and unbelief to my boys," she wrote in a letter to

"I think I would rather see the evil one himself—at least if he had horns and hoofs—in my ward.

"He took a fancy to my fever boy, and would watch with him sometimes half the night.

Oh my captain! called Whitman."

This is why I send you My leaping verses, my bounding verses, my spasmodic verses, My hysteria-attack

Hydraulic pump tearing out my guts and my feeling it!

My soul! .. . My ties and ballasts leave me ...

My Captain!," "Come up from the Fields, Father," and "The Singer in Prison."

Yours, my dear Mr.

It was the poem Whitman was "almost sorry [he] ever wrote," "0 Captain! My Captain!"

my work.

My Captain!"

11y Captain!"

At the time, I was teaching at the College of William & Mary, and one of my graduate students, Charles

In my view, Primary Source Media would have been much better off to use SGML, a recognized international

Iowa cooperated because my co-director, Ed Folsom, edits the journal and controls copyright.

Was Pete the muse for Whitman's most popular Lincoln tribute, the poem, "O Captain! My Captain!"?

While "O Captain!"

Like as not I would go to sleep—lay my head on my hands on the table.

I wish it given to him with my love."

Give my love to dear Mrs. and Mr.

My Captain!"

My Captain!

Captain, 0 my Cap tain" surely one ofthe most tender and beautiful poems in any language.6 The misquotation

I sing the songfmy wallpaper, my ceiling, my floor, my doors, my windows, my around-rooms, under- and

My Captain!

A line like "What think you I take my pen in hand to record?"

dear friends, my lovers.

my thoughts—I do not expose them, And yet they expose me more than all my other poems.

What is yours is mine, my father . . .

my likeness!

My father, my uncle, my grand-uncle and the several aunts.

In the first he's the unthreaten ing, desexualized rhymster of "0 Captain! My Captain!"

We must of course have read "0 Captain! My Captain!" in school, and I must have hated it.

Moly and My Sad Captains. New York: Farrar, Straus, 1973. - - .

My Likeness!

My boy, ten years old, said to me this morning, "Have you got a book with a poem in it called '0 Captain

My Captain!' I want to 234 WHITMAN IN HIS OWN TIME learn it to speak at school."

my Captain!"

"Most of my readers ne glect my prose."

My Captain!

I write to them more to my satisfaction, through my poems.

My book is my best letter, my response, my truest explanation of all.

As to my literary situation here, my rejection by the coteries-& my poverty, (which is the least of my

Ed my nurse gets my breakfast & gets it very well.

For my love for you is hardly less than my love for my natural parent.

My Soul !

'Ve clof'led with him .... the yards entangled ...• the cannon touched, 895 My captain lashed fast with

I laughed content when I heard the voice of my little captain, \Ve have not struck, he composedly cried

-I put my arms around them-touch my lips to them .

my Fancy."

"My friend." Spoke of Swinburne & Tennyson. Most kind. Head from behind like Darwin. Bought a book.

My observations appear as footnotes.

That is not my goal; nor is it my goal to deal with, for example, the historical issues of Whitman’s,

Also, he is overly fond of O Captain! My Captain!

“O Captain! My Captain!” (Vol.

My Captain!”

Oh Captain, Weave in My Hardy Life and We Two Together have been set to music by Edgar Stillman Kelley

In stanza three the last three lines once read, "But I with silenttread Walk the spot my Captain lies

Must I pass from my song for thee, From my gaze on thee inthe west?" etc.

Answerer) 134 1856 Now Precedent Songs Farewell 403 1888 O Captain, My Captain 262 1865 Offerings 218

J., I give to my friend,Peter Doyle, my silverwatch. I give to H.

"As for poetry, my boy, listen to this."

Now, however, I put my faith in humanity.

He said simply but without petulance, and as if he rather pitied my intelligence: "Of course my poetry

And, after all, in "O Captain! my Captain!"

At the time of my acquaintance I could not lay my finger on any more definite example of this than his

of power in my left."

Davis to my wife.

My friends do not realize my condition.

My supper is my main meal now.

He enquired what my programme was for the rest of my jaunt.

Knowing this I never attempted, during my talks with him, to question him or draw him out on any subject

And of course this applies also to my own account of him, as I saw him from day to day at a period very

manner he may have shown in earlier life, or on other occasions, no defects were ever observable in my

They seemed charged with a new beauty and a new meaning addressed to my individual soul; and long did

—After a refreshing night's sleep I awoke to the singing of some sweet little songsters at my window.

I did not see him again for about forty years, when one day he came to my house and asked me,— " 'Do

I believe, too, that I once existed before I lived in my present form, and that I shall again live as

an individual after I have changed my present form."

Rome—where I received a most cordial welcome from him and his good wife, who is my wife's cousin.

Rome, like myself, is an Annan man—and much did I enjoy that talk about my dear old home, three thousand

I asked him to write his name in my book, and I found it to be John Y.

river, the ceaseless movement, and the brilliant and varied panorama of "Manhattan from the Bay." ¹ On my