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My mind is fallow now, but I suppose it is for the best.
I hardly know my old self as seen in my old Index articles. However, Sursum! Resurgam! Forward!
Tenn was the bright particular star of my youth & early manhood—is a man who makes this dull earth godlike
Your other touches give accuracy to my over-statements.
Did you see my snow study "Tumultuous Privacy, last monday in Transcript p. 6?
Dear Poet: I hope you dont think my love and thought of W. W the less for my not writing oftener.
But never mind, each stage of life has its glories) My sister from Ohio is with us today.
Accept my hearty love & affectionate good wishes.
Commemoration Ode," which has often, since its publication, been contrasted with Whitman's own tribute, "O Captain
My Captain!" For further information on Whitman's views of Lowell, see William A.
It is a book separate "the words of my book nothing, the [trend] of it everything Sadikichi seems to
Kennedy is alluding to Whitman's line in the poem "Shut Not Your Doors": "The words of my book nothing
Whitman's preface was also included in Good-Bye My Fancy (Philadelphia: David McKay, 1891), 51–53.
Whitman's book Good-Bye My Fancy (1891) was his last miscellany, and it included both poetry and short
Thirty-one poems from the book were later printed as "Good-Bye my Fancy" in Leaves of Grass (1891–1892
For more information see, Donald Barlow Stauffer, "'Good-Bye my Fancy' (Second Annex) (1891)," Walt Whitman
Houghton, Mifflin, 1892), for which Whitman wrote the Preface (which he later included in Good-Bye My
Sent you my love by him. W.S.K. William Sloane Kennedy to Walt Whitman, 4 July 1891
Kennedy is referring to the proofs for Whitman's book Good-Bye My Fancy (1891).
Good-Bye My Fancy (1891) was Whitman's last miscellany, and it included both poetry and short prose works
Thirty-one poems from the book were later printed as "Good-Bye my Fancy 2d Annex" to Leaves of Grass
For more information see, Donald Barlow Stauffer, "'Good-Bye my Fancy' (Second Annex) (1891)," Walt Whitman
Sunset Breeze," which was first published in Lippincott's in December 1890 and reprinted in Good-Bye My
I have lent my copy to others.
Now you may call me a fool for my request, but if you will comply with it, I shall be just as well satisfied
I wish to frame it, to hang in my room, in company with a autograph of Charles Mackay, another of my
"Walt Whitman" My dear Sir On Oct 12th (Discovery day falls this year on Sunday) our Pan Republic Congress
No 321 High S t Newark New Jersey June 15th / 91 My Dear Friend Walt , I see by the papers that a short
Just reaching up to my Three score. I have been thinking how long since I saw you.
I have in my mind one, that is George Storms as you used to ride more with him than any one else: but
I hardly think I will find many of them but I will try my best to find some of them. in the meantime
Dear Poet: The above lines I dedicate to you—my guide.
My dear Mr Whitman: I have sent you by express today a new etching which I think you will like.
My dear Mr Whitman: I am very glad you are pleased with the pictures.
If you will kindly look over those you have kept you will find one with my name on & a few words from
criticism . . . after full retrospect of his works and life, the aforesaid 'odd-kind chiel' remains to my
420 Green Ave Brooklyn Apr. 10/91 My Dear Mr.
Whitman: Allow me to introduce to you my friend of many years' standing—Mr.
Whitman, I have been perplexed how to express to you my feelings of gratitude for the gift of the letter
I am especially pleased to learn from it that you share my admiration for the noble stoic Epictetus,
I have also to thank you, Mr Whitman, for inscribing my name in the copy of Leaves of Grass which the
"Boys of the College" gave to me on my birthday.
my wife joins I am yours sincerely Wentworth Dixon Wentworth Dixon to Walt Whitman, 13 June 1891
and his brother Harry were the sons of Henry Whireman Fritzinger (about 1828–1881), a former sea captain
Davis, Whitman's housekeeper, who had also taken care of the sea captain and who inherited part of his
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
poems published as the cluster "Old Age Echoes" in Lippincott's Magazine were reprinted in Good-bye My
Reprinted in Good-bye My Fancy (1891).; Our transcription is based on a digital image of a microfilm
Reprinted in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891).; Transcribed from a digital image of a micfrofilm copy of an original
Reprinted in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891).; Our transcription is based on a digital image of a microfilm
group of little children, and their ways and chatter, flow in, upon me Like welcome rippling water o'er my
body, Unfolded only out of the inimitable poems of woman can come the poems of man, (only thence have my
WHAT am I after all but a child, pleas'd with the sound of my own name?
Who Learns My Lesson Complete? WHO LEARNS MY LESSON COMPLETE? WHO learns my lesson complete?
as every one is im- mortal immortal ; 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 pass'd from a babe in the creeping
And that my soul embraces you this hour, and we affect each other without ever seeing each other, and
ON my Northwest coast in the midst of the night a fishermen's group stands watching, Out on the lake
Dim smitten star, Orb not of France alone, pale symbol of my soul, its dearest hopes, The struggle and
IN a far-away northern county in the placid pastoral region, Lives my farmer friend, the theme of my
appears to them, (books, politics, poems, depart—all else departs,) I confess I envy only his fascination—my
WANDERING at morn, Emerging from the night from gloomy thoughts, thee in my thoughts, Yearning for thee
Thee coil'd in evil times my country, with craft and black dismay, with every meanness, treason thrust
its young, The singing thrush whose tones of joy and faith ecstatic, Fail not to certify and cheer my
If vermin so transposed, so used and bless'd may be, Then may I trust in you, your fortunes, days, my
My Picture-Gallery. MY PICTURE-GALLERY.
bugle-calls, Trooping tumultuous, filling the midnight late, bending me power- less powerless , Entering my
2 Come forward O my soul, and let the rest retire, Listen, lose not, it is toward thee they tend, Parting
the midnight, entering my slumber-chamber, For thee they sing and dance O soul.
cannot tell itself.) 3 Ah from a little child, Thou knowest soul how to me all sounds became music, My
6 Then I woke softly, And pausing, questioning awhile the music of my dream, And questioning all those
PASSAGE TO INDIA. 1 SINGING my days, Singing the great achievements of the present, Singing the strong
Struggles of many a captain, tales of many a sailor dead, Over my mood stealing and spreading they come
of you strong mountains of my land! Of you O prairies! of you gray rocks! O morning red! O clouds!
the blood burns in my veins! Away O soul! hoist instantly the anchor!
O my brave soul! O farther farther sail! O daring joy, but safe! are they not all the seas of God?
Thou knowest my years entire, my life, My long and crowded life of active work, not adoration merely;
Thou knowest the prayers and vigils of my youth, Thou knowest my manhood's solemn and visionary meditations
All my emprises have been fill'd with Thee, My speculations, plans, begun and carried on in thoughts
, I yield my ships to Thee.
My hands, my limbs grow nerveless, My brain feels rack'd, bewilder'd, Let the old timbers part, I will
THE SLEEPERS. 1 I WANDER all night in my vision, Stepping with light feet, swiftly and noiselessly stepping
I stand in the dark with drooping eyes by the worst-suffering and the most restless, I pass my hands
He whom I call answers me and takes the place of my lover, He rises with me silently from the bed.
. 2 I descend my western course, my sinews are flaccid, Perfume and youth course through me and I am
darn my grandson's stockings.
dear brothers' and sisters' sake, for the soul's sake, Wending my way through the homes of men, rich
words, mine only, Young and strong I pass knowing well I am destin'd myself to an early death; But my
charity has no death—my wisdom dies not, neither early nor late, And my sweet love bequeath'd here and
of reminiscences, brooding, with many wiles, (Though it was thought I was baffled and dispel'd, and my
side, warlike, equal with any, real as any, Nor time nor change shall ever change me or my words. 4
in the room where I eat or sleep, I should be satisfied, And if the corpse of any one I love, or if my
YET, yet, ye downcast hours, I know ye also, Weights of lead, how ye clog and cling at my ankles, Earth
Despairing cries float ceaselessly toward me, The call of my nearest lover, putting forth, alarm'd, uncertain
, The sea I am quickly to sail, come tell me, Come tell me where I am speeding, tell me my destination
And you O my soul where you stand, Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space, Ceaselessly
need be form'd, till the ductile anchor hold, Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my
Softly I lay my right hand upon you, you just feel it, I do not argue, I bend my head close and half
arrive, or pass'd on farther than those of the earth, I henceforth no more ignore them than I ignore my
AS I sit with others at a great feast, suddenly while the music is playing, To my mind, (whence it comes
thee, And royal feudal Europe sails with thee. 5 Beautiful world of new superber birth that rises to my
(Lo, where arise three peerless stars, To be thy natal stars my country, Ensemble, Evolution, Freedom
my special word to thee. Hear me illustrious!
wood edge, thy touching-distant beams enough, Or man matured, or young or old, as now to thee I launch my
launch thy subtle dazzle and thy strength for these, Prepare the later afternoon of me myself—prepare my
lengthen- ing lengthening shadows, Prepare my starry nights.
This face owes to the sexton his dismalest fee, An unceasing death-bell tolls there. 3 Features of my
I saw the face of the most smear'd and slobbering idiot they had at the asylum, And I knew for my consolation
what they knew not, I knew of the agents that emptied and broke my brother, The same wait to clear the
near the garden pickets, Come here she blushingly cries, Come nigh to me limber-hipp'd man, Stand at my
upon you, Fill me with albescent honey, bend down to me, Rub to me with your chafing beard, rub to my
refreshing night the walks of Paradise, I scent the grass, the moist air and the roses; Thy song expands my
and for my sensuous eyes, Bring the old pageants, show the feudal world.
the terrible tableaus. 7 O trumpeter, methinks I am myself the instrument thou playest, Thou melt'st my
heart, my brain—thou movest, drawest, chan- gest changest them at will; And now thy sullen notes send
soul, renew its languishing faith and hope, Rouse up my slow belief, give me some vision of the future
THEE for my recitative, Thee in the driving storm even as now, the snow, the winter-day declining, Thee
Roll through my chant with all thy lawless music, thy swinging lamps at night, Thy madly-whistled laughter
my South! O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse and love! good and evil! O all dear to me!
O dear to me my birth-things—all moving things and the trees where I was born—the grains, plants, rivers
, Dear to me my own slow sluggish rivers where they flow, distant, over flats of silvery sands or through
, the Tombigbee, the Santee, the Coosa and the Sabine, O pensive, far away wandering, I return with my
parrots in the woods, I see the papaw-tree and the blos- soming blossoming titi; Again, sailing in my
I WAS asking for something specific and perfect for my city, Whereupon lo!
there is in a name, a word, liquid, sane, unruly, musical, self-sufficient, I see that the word of my
my city!
As I sit writing here, sick and grown old, Not my least burden is that dulness of the years, querilities
, Ungracious glooms, aches, lethargy, constipation, whimpering ennui, May filter in my daily songs.