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On June 2, 1888, photographs of Walt Whitman and drawings of his birthplace, his Camden house, and his

Camden, N.J., March 7, 1889 I am still quite bodily helpless—imprison'd the same in my 2d story sick

. | Aug | 25 | 2 30 PM | 1886 | 4.

PM | 1886 | 2.

sure I don't know why I dwell on him: A lady had his volume here in the house yesterday, & I re-read part

Knortz sent 2 of the pamphlets to Germany. Bucke took 10.

William Sloane Kennedy to Walt Whitman, [2 January 1886]

volumes of poems and was an indefatigable compiler of anthologies, among which were Poets of America, 2

Camden New Jersey U S America June 26 '87—3 1/2 P M— Edith & another girl have been to see me to-day—nearly

See Whitman's letter to Rhys of February 2, 1887.

. | Jul 2 | 4 30 PM | 87.

For the story of Swinburne's veneration of Whitman and his later recantation, see two essays by Terry

window, temperature moist & pleasant, & I feeling comfortable—Our "Indian Summer" now— Sunday mn'g Oct. 2

Walt Whitman Walt Whitman to Ernest Rhys, 1–2 October 1887

. | Oct 2 | 5 PM | 87; Philadelphia, Pa | (?) | 2 | 1887 | Paid; London E.C. | A | Oc 14 87 | AB.

Whitman had sent the copy of Specimen Days on February 2, 1887 (Whitman's Commonplace Book, Charles E

Camden Nov. 2 '87 Dear Sir The $16.50 on acc't of photo. sales, came safely to hand & this is the receipt—with

Would send those only— Am ab't as usual— Walt Whitman Walt Whitman to William Carey, 2 November 1887

. | Nov 2 | 6 PM | 87; P.O. | 11-3-87 | 1-1(?) | N.Y.

328 Mickle Street—Camden New Jersey U S America Feb. 2 '87 Dear friend Yours rec'd & welcomed, as always—I

She is an American, & my best friend— Walt Whitman to Ernest Rhys, 2 February 1887

It is postmarked: Camden | Feb | 2 | 6 PM | 1887 | N.J.; Philadelphia | Feb | 2 | 1887 | Paid; London

In a lengthy letter on August 2, 1887, Ellen M.

It is postmarked: Camden | Dec | 21 | 2 PM | 1885 | N.J.; New York | Dec 21(?) | 7 30 (?) | (?)

. | Jun | 12 | 7 AM 1885 | 2.

after Whitman's praise of The Poet as A Craftsman (see the letter from Whitman to Kennedy of December 2,

I have been 2 weeks in a fever of parturition. . . .

O'Connor's stories, adds: 'It is a story of which Walt Whitman is visibly the idealized hero, and it

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

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

how superb and how divine is your body, or any part of it. 15 Whoever you are!

the wood, and become undis- guised undisguised and naked; I am mad for it to be in contact with me. 2

mer summer morning; How you settled your head athwart my hips, and gently turn'd over upon me, And parted

If I worship one thing more than another, it shall be the spread of my own body, or any part of it.

List to the story as my grandmother's father, the sailor, told it to me.

is but a part.

2 The love of the Body of man or woman balks ac- count account —the body itself balks account; That of

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

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

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

I will make divine magnetic lands, With the love of comrades, With the life-long love of comrades. 2

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

palaces, hovels, huts of barba- rians barbarians , tents of nomads, upon the surface; I see the shaded part

on one side, where the sleepers are sleeping—and the sun-lit 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

day; And the first object he look'd upon, that object he be- came 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

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

, They gave this child more of themselves than that; They gave him afterward every day—they became part

Leaves of Grass 2 2.

balk me, The pert apparel, the deform'd attitude, drunkenness, greed, premature death, all these I part

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

Riches, opinions, politics, institutions, to part obedi- ently obediently from the path of one man or

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? Come to me, whoever and whatever, till I give you recognition.

simple, compact, well-join'd scheme—myself dis- integrated disintegrated , every one disintegrated, yet part

, floating with motionless wings, oscillating their bodies, I saw how the glistening yellow lit up parts

Lived the same life with the rest, the same old laugh- ing laughing , gnawing, sleeping, Play'd the part

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

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

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

of the earth, Then only shall liberty be discharged from that part of the earth, And the infidel and

here and hereafter, Taking all hints to use them—but swiftly leaping beyond them, A reminiscence sing. 2

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

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

meanings; The charms that go with the mere looks of some men and women, are sayings and meanings also. 2

Leaves of Grass 2 2.

money-maker that plotted all day sleeps, And the enraged and treacherous dispositions—all, all sleep. 2

that loves unrequited, the money- maker money-maker , The actor and actress, those through with their parts

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

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

NOW lift me close to your face till I whisper, What you are holding is in reality no book, nor part of

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 she

The Centenarian's Story THE CENTENARIAN'S STORY.

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 hill-top, this same ground.

It is well—a lesson like that, always comes good; I must copy the story, and send it eastward and west

2 For we cannot tarry here, We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger, We, the youthful

globe uprisen around me; Yet there with my soul I fed—I fed content, super- cilious supercilious . 2

his field or gathering his grain; So fierce you whirr and pound, you drums—so shrill you bugles blow. 2

, any thing is but a part.

2 Souls of men and women!

THE CENTENARIAN'S STORY.

2 Come forward O my soul, and let the rest retire, Listen, lose not, it is toward thee they tend, Parting

, To think that we are now here and bear our part. 2 Not a day passes, not a minute or second without

And old as I am I feel to-day almost a part of some frolicsome wave, or for sporting yet like a kid or

—to take part in the great mèlée, both for victory's prize itself and to do some good—After years of

future—these incalculable, modern, American, seething multitudes around us, of which we are inseparable parts

the dawn-dazzle of the sun of literature is in those poems for us of to-day—though perhaps the best parts

The reader will always have his or her part to do, just as much as I have had mine.

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

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

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

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

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

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?