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Parts of the essay were used for Death of Thomas Carlyle published in Specimen Days in 1882 (later retained

(No. 2.), which was published in the Critic on April 9, 1881.

Though he did not include this essay as a whole in Specimen Days & Collect (1882–83), Whitman reprinted parts

It is postmarked: Camden | Jan | 2 | N.J.; (?) N.W. | E | Paid 20 Ja 81.

life a share or more or less, None born but it is born, conceal'd or unconceal'd the seed is waiting. 2

pert apparel, the deform'd attitude, drunkenness, greed, pre- mature premature death, all these I part

sending itself ahead countless years to come. 2 O but it is not the years—it is I, it is You, We touch

and am all and believe in all, I believe materialism is true and spiritualism is true, I reject no part

(Have I forgotten any part? any thing in the past?

fish-shaped island, As I wended the shores I know, As I walk'd with that electric self seeking types. 2

utmost a little wash'd-up drift, A few sands and dead leaves to gather, Gather, and merge myself as part

the river pois'd, the twain yet one, a moment's lull, A motionless still balance in the air, then parting

flung out from the steeples of churches and from all the public buildings and stores, The tearful parting

, the mother kisses her son, the son kisses his mother, (Loth is the mother to part, yet not a word does

THE CENTENARIAN'S STORY.

Volunteer of 1861-2, (at Washington Park, Brooklyn, assisting the Centenarian.)

in myself—aye, long ago as it is, I took part in it, Walking then this hilltop, this same ground.

to me you bring, Lilac blooming perennial and drooping star in the west, And thought of him I love. 2

of him for the day or a certain part of the day, Or for many years or stretching cycles of years.

The early lilacs became part of this child, And grass and white and red morning-glories, and white and

The field-sprouts of Fourth-month and Fifth-month became part of him, Winter-grain sprouts and those

Perhaps every mite has once form'd part of a sick person—yet behold!

What is prudence is indivisible, Declines to separate one part of life from every part, Divides not the

appointed days that forgive not, I dispense from this side judgments inexorable without the least remorse. 2

the ceaseless ferry, faces and faces and faces, I see them and complain not, and am content with all. 2

thy notes, Now pouring, whirling like a tempest round me, Now low, subdued, now in the distance lost. 2

, Lone, sulky, through the time's thick murk looking in vain for light, for hope, From unsuspected parts

Cluster: Songs of Parting. (1881) SONGS OF PARTING. AS THE TIME DRAWS NIGH.

Your horizon rises, I see it parting away for more august dramas, I see not America only, not only Liberty's

advancing with irresistible power on the world's stage, (Have the old forces, the old wars, played their parts

all its horrors, serves, And how now or at any time each serves the exquisite transition of death. 2

what was promis'd, When through these States walk a hundred millions of superb persons, When the rest part

Put in thy chants said he, No more the puzzling hour nor day, nor segments, parts, put in, Put first

the hermit thrush from the swamp-cedars, Solitary, singing in the West, I strike up for a New World. 2

wend, they never stop, Successions of men, Americanos, a hundred millions, One generation playing its part

and passing on, Another generation playing its part and passing on in its turn, With faces turn'd sideways

let others ignore what they may, I make the poem of evil also, I commemorate that part also, I am myself

I will not make poems with reference to parts, But I will make poems, songs, thoughts, with reference

harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard, Nature without check with original energy. 2

overseer views them from his saddle, The bugle calls in the ball-room, the gentlemen run for their part

Parting track'd by arriving, perpetual payment of perpetual loan, Rich showering rain, and recompense

I take part, I see and hear the whole, The cries, curses, roar, the plaudits for well-aim'd shots, The

, any thing is but a part.

2 The love of the body of man or woman balks account, the body itself balks account, That of the male

I dare not desert the likes of you in other men and women, nor the likes of the parts of you, I believe

bones and the marrow in the bones, The exquisite realization of health; O I say these are not the parts

earth, All the governments, judges, gods, follow'd persons of the earth, These are contain'd in sex as parts

Now we have met, we have look'd, we are safe, Return in peace to the ocean my love, I too am part of

shall be lawless, rude, illiterate, he shall be one condemn'd by others for deeds done, I will play a part

—no; But merely of two simple men I saw to-day on the pier in the midst of the crowd, parting the parting

2 Within me latitude widens, longitude lengthens, Asia, Africa, Europe, are to the east—America is provided

factories, palaces, hovels, huts of barbarians, tents of nomads upon the surface, I see the shaded part

on one side where the sleepers are sleeping, and the sunlit part on the other side, I see the curious

I see the cities of the earth and make myself at random a part of them, I am a real Parisian, I am a

it is impossible for me to get rid of them, I am fill'd with them, and I will fill them in return.) 2

evident and amicable with me. 4 The earth expanding right hand and left hand, The picture alive, every part

remain behind you, What beckonings of love you receive you shall only answer with passionate kisses of parting

All parts away for the progress of souls, All religion, all solid things, arts, governments—all that

from shore to shore years hence are more to me, and more in my meditations, than you might suppose. 2

the day, The simple, compact, well-join'd scheme, myself disintegrated, every one disintegrated yet part

air floating with motionless wings, oscillating their bodies, Saw how the glistening yellow lit up parts

play the part that looks back on the actor or actress!

toward eternity, Great or small, you furnish your parts toward the soul.

his own and bestows it upon men, and any man translates, and any man translates himself also, One part

does not counteract another part, he is the joiner, he sees how they join.

strangely transmutes them, They are not vile any more, they hardly know themselves they are so grown. 2

Perfect sanity shows the master among philosophs, Time, always without break, indicates itself in parts

all so dear to me—what you are, (whatever it is,) I putting it at random in these songs, become a part

Mannahatta in itself, Singing the song of These, my ever-united lands—my body no more inevitably united, part

to part, and made out of a thousand diverse contributions one identity, any more than my lands are inevitably

gayly or returning in the afternoon, my brood of tough boys accompanying me, My brood of grown and part-grown

emblem, dabs of music, Fingers of the organist skipping staccato over the keys of the great organ. 2

grass been growing, Long and long has the rain been falling, Long has the globe been rolling round. 2

ecstatic rose the chant, As if the heirs, the deities of the West, Joining with master-tongue bore part

indications, the vistas of coming humanity, the settlements, features all, In the Mendocino woods I caught. 2

2 Souls of men and women!

the best poems re-appears the body, man's or woman's, well- shaped well-shaped , natural, gay, Every part

losing, Of all able and ready at any time to give strict account, The divine ship sails the divine sea. 2

menacing might of the globe uprisen around me, Yet there with my soul I fed, I fed content, supercilious. 2

The Centenarian's Story. THE CENTENARIAN'S STORY.

Volunteer of 1861-2, (at Washington Park, Brooklyn, assisting the Centenarian.)

As wending the crowds now part and disperse—but we old man, Not for nothing have I brought you hither—we

eighty-five years a-gone no mere parade receiv'd with applause of friends, But a battle which I took part

in myself—aye, long ago as it is, I took part in it, Walking then this hilltop, this same ground.

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

sought to escape, confronting, reversing my cries, I see my own soul trampling down what it ask'd for.) 2

resumed the chaos louder than ever, with eager calls and orders of officers, While from some distant part

to me you bring, Lilac blooming perennial and drooping star in the west, And thought of him I love. 2

destin'd conqueror, yet treacherous lip-smiles everywhere, And death and infidelity at every step.) 2

west-bred face, To him the hereditary countenance bequeath'd both mother's and father's, His first parts

new States, Congress convening every Twelfth-month, the members duly coming up from the uttermost parts

I dare not shirk any part of myself, Not any part of America good or bad, Not to build for that which

with the power's pulsations, and the charm of my theme was upon me, Till the tissues that held me parted

boundless summer growths, O lavish brown parturient earth—O infinite teeming womb, A song to narrate thee. 2

forth every day, And the first object he look'd upon, that object he became, And that object became part

of him for the day or a certain part of the day, Or for many years or stretching cycles of years.

The early lilacs became part of this child, And grass and white and red morning-glories, and white and

and the beautiful curious liquid, And the water-plants with their graceful flat heads, all became part

The field-sprouts of Fourth-month and Fifth-month became part of him, Winter-grain sprouts and those

my spade through the sod and turn it up underneath, I am sure I shall expose some of the foul meat. 2

Perhaps every mite has once form'd part of a sick person—yet behold!

martyrs, And when all life and all the souls of men and women are dis- charged discharged from any part

of the earth, Then only shall liberty or the idea of liberty be discharged from that part of the earth

life a share or more or less, None born but it is born, conceal'd or unconceal'd the seed is waiting. 2

pert apparel, the deform'd attitude, drunkenness, greed, pre- mature premature death, all these I part

sending itself ahead countless years to come. 2 O but it is not the years—it is I, it is You, We touch

and am all and believe in all, I believe materialism is true and spiritualism is true, I reject no part

(Have I forgotten any part? any thing in the past?

answers, I too arising, answering, descend to the pavements, merge with the crowd, and gaze with them. 2

fish-shaped island, As I wended the shores I know, As I walk'd with that electric self seeking types. 2

utmost a little wash'd-up drift, A few sands and dead leaves to gather, Gather, and merge myself as part

My brown hands and the silent manner of me without charm; Yet comes one a Manhattanese and ever at parting

the river pois'd, the twain yet one, a moment's lull, A motionless still balance in the air, then parting

flung out from the steeples of churches and from all the public buildings and stores, The tearful parting

, the mother kisses her son, the son kisses his mother, (Loth is the mother to part, yet not a word does