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Is this my sorry face? I am not sorry—I am glad—for the world."

photo in 1889 that Whitman explained what he saw to be the difficulty of photographing him properly: "my

red, florid, blooded complexion—my gray dull eyes—don't consort well together: they require different

Startle, strikingness, brilliancy, are not factors in my appearance—not a touch of them.

As for me I think the greatest aid is in my insouciance—my utter indifference: my going as if it meant

He called my attention to the dent in the hat.

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

My original intention was to create a comprehensive edition of Whitman interviews, an ambition that seemed

My research into the development of the interview genre made it clear that conceiving interviews as necessarily

In his 1936 autobiography, Masters wrote, "What had enthralled me with Whitman from my days with Anne

In turn, Twain noted, "If I've become a Whitmanite I'm sorry—I never read 40 lines of him in my life"

the CBS series Northern Exposure featured disc jockey Chris Stevens reading passages and discussing "my

few pieces which are marked by the "piano-tune" quality that he derides—the true and tender lyric of "My

Captain" and the fine poem on "Ethiopia Saluting the Colors."

All I mark as my own, you shall offset it with your own, Else it were time lost listening to me.

I know I am august; I do not trouble my spirit to vindicate itself, or be understood; I see that the

My foothold is tenon'd and mortis'd in granite; I laugh at what you call dissolution; And I know the

My feet strike an apex of the apices of the stairs; On every step bunches of ages, and larger bunches

Before I was born out of my mother, generations guided me; My embryo has never been torpid—nothing could

First, I am grateful to my colleagues at Valparaiso University, who encouraged me throughout my work,

lack of the poet’s gift so acutely as when I turn to write of my family.

We closed with him . . . . the yards entangled . . . . the cannon touched, My captain lashed fast with

(For 1863 and ’64, see my Memoranda fol- lowing)” (quoted in Myerson, 191).

regularly performed there, bya substitute, during my illness.

earth, she cried—I charge you, lose not my sons!

’d; And you trees, down in your roots, to bequeath to all future trees, My dead absorb—my young men’s

coffin that slowly passes, I give you my sprig of lilac.

And how shall I deck my song for the large sweet soul that has gone?

And what shall my perfume be, for the grave of him I love?

"Song of my Cid" is an epic poem of the mid-12th century and the earliest surviving work of Spanish literature

My days I sing, and lands Lands —with interstice I knew of hapless war War .

Inflating my throat—you, divine average!

Open mouth of my , uttering gladness, Eyes of my , seeing perfection, Natural life of me, faithfully

If my accumulation of shoes—my cast-off shoes—like wine and Old Daubs were increased in value by cobwebs

Vault Company in the land boasted a receptacle wide and deep and strong enough to house and protect my

My only sorrow at this moment is in that: its the last drink in the bottle and two blocks to where my

But first of all in its protestations of undying love—which, even to the remotest corners of my heart

It will be my first appearance in this Annual.

My employer is at home but a very small portion of his time.

My life since we parted that July day upon the Treasury steps, has been one of hard work and little recreation

I have written so much of myself simply because you asked me of myself— My Dear Friend I hope and believe

March 30th 1870 Dear respected friend Feeling assured that any information of my doings and whereabouts

will meet with only the kindest reception from you, I venture once more, after my long silence, to address

If any excuse be neccessary necessary , let my respect and esteem be that excuse.

himself"; but I note telling you facts) and have just entered upon the study of Law; In conseq uence of my

Though we enjoyed our homeless life in Washington I think I have enjoyed my more wandering life since

Oct 8th 1868 My Dear Friend Walt Whitman Your kind note and paper came duly at hand. Col.

often do in our reading circle there) and to feel that I may claim the honor of his friendship This is my

My studies are History, Grammer Grammar , Theory of Teaching, Algebra, and Latin This school is an institution

with us I love all seasons of the year, but particularly do I fall in love with golden leaved autumn My

My friend Years have gone past since I have seen that face of my friend dear Walt. Whitman.

We mean Walt Whitman's "Good-bye my Fancy."

rhythmical prejudices, will hold its own with "Crossing the Bar," or the epilogue to "Asolando": Good-bye my

going away, I know not where, Or to what fortune, or whether I may ever see you again, So good-bye my

—now separation—Good-bye my Fancy.

my Fancy. C . Review of Good-bye My Fancy

and I thought it my Duty to answer it soo soon as possible.

the Compliment hopping hoping that this Letter will find you in the Best of spirits and helth health my

Jany January 22 188 1 Walt Whitman Esq My Dear Sir: I take great pleasure acknowledging the receipt of

because, being a woman, and having read the uncharitable and bitter attacks upon the book, I wish to give my

There are few poems which I can read with so intense a thrill of exultation at the greatness of my destiny

My journey home was very pleasant to me & what made it the more so (I suppose) was the anticipation of

once more being with my friends.

I arrived here on the 19th the joy of friends on my arrival I will not attempt to say anything about,

My mind is taken back to when I lay suffering in the Hospital & I have a particular feeling of gratitude

the helpless (when away from home) than to find a friend, one in whom we can confide & trust, as was my

There is a certain idea in my works—to glorify industry, nature and pure intstict.

I always remember that my ancestors were Dutch .

In my books, in my prose as well as my poetry, are many knots to untie.

I don't know why some men compare my book with the Bible.

Mendelssohn is my favorite. I always like to hear him.

Whitman referred to Rossetti's edition as a "horrible dismemberment of my book" in his August 12, 1871

I do not know but you think me rather neglectful in my writing to you but if you knew the pain that I

have in my head, the whole of the time you would not think hard of me.

Walt—I am sorry that I am as feeble, and that my friends and likewise my Doctor think that I never shall

lying in my pathway and I can not seem to remove them nor hide them from my mind, I have tried to look

I feel she has saved me, in the worst of my sickness she hardly left my room how often have I thought

Dear Walt I am going to try and write you a few lines this morning, but you must overlook my poor composition

also my writing, for I am very weak and my mind is not as it was before I was sun stroke .

My Sister and also my friends are very anxious to see and to read your Leaves of Grass and I hope they

able to be proped up in bed and able to write to my true friend and comrade.

My Sister Mary says when I go back to war she shall write to you.

"The later years of the last century," he tells us, "found the Van Velsor family, my mother's side, living

My father's side—probably the fifth generation from the first English arrivals in New England—were at

"In February, 1873," he tells us, "I was stricken down by paralysis, gave up my desk, and emigrated to

And it is to my life here that I, perhaps, owe partial recovery (a sort of second wind, or semi-renewal

young hickory sapling out there—to sway and yield to its tough-limber upright stem—haply to get into my

Philadelphia, May 12 189 1 Dear Walt Whitman, I hand you my check for the precious book into which you

to the President at the levee, And he says Good-day, my brother!

Not in this beating & pounding at my temples & wrists, O pulse of my life!

See the pastures and forests in my poems.

My children and grand-children—my white hair and beard, My largeness, calmness, majesty, out of the long

stretch of my life.— I will duly pass the day, O my mother!

May 7, '90 Walt Whitman My dear Friend How best can I introduce myself to you?

And then I read the Leaves of Grass and met my dearest friend!

I will write again if my disjointed rhapsodies are bearable and I hope to come down and see you very

Whitman: "Because you have, as it were, given me a ground for the love of men I thank you continually in my

('Just now I am finishing a big volume of about 900 pages comprehending all my stuff, poems and prose

Now he writes, "Have not been out-doors for over six months—hardly out of my room, but get along better

Or in "A Carol closing Sixty-nine':— "Of me myself—the jocund heart yet beating in my breast, The body

old, poor, and paralysed—the strange inertia falling pall-like round me, The burning fires down in my

And in another passage (in the introductory essay) he says—'No one will get at my verses who insists

Perryville—Md Feb. 12/90 My dear Mr Whitman You will, no doubt be surprised, when you see the signature

I have often been tempted to write you—to thank you for your kindness in writing to my boy —far away

White Hall, Ky. 7-9-1887 My dear Mr.

I enclose my address at Yale University delivered before the Alumni & whole College .

As but 15 minutes were allowed, I have barely been able to state my views without discussion.

I have but the moment to return you my thanks—I wish you all happiness. Truly C. M.

Jan. 6. 1891 Dear Sir, I have just received your "Leaves of Grass &c." 1890—for which accept my thanks

criticism . . . after full retrospect of his works and life, the aforesaid 'odd-kind chiel' remains to my

ultimately, they all served, in various ways, the poet's ambitious agenda, by which, "with the twirl of my

So anyway I thought you wd. like to know that we here (my boys & we masters) had been reading yr.

For my boys & colleagues truly yours Cecil Reddie. Cecil Reddie to Walt Whitman, 14 June 1891

Whitman: "Because you have, as it were, given me a ground for the love of men I thank you continually in my

of materials" for the "real reality" that lurks behind a "show of appearance" ("Scented Herbage of My

Whitman's interaction with the children at a picnic for London's poor: "During the day I lost sight of my

Troy March 7th 65 Your last letter from Washington in the paper lying on my lap—Your book in the hands

of my friend Lucy who sits there by the window reading it in the morning sunshine.

the number of persons annually entering this class (five to twenty) in the United States, but that my

remembrance the love of man, I will employ myself on the means of effecting good for him, and build my

Then, turning to the Genius, I exclaimed: O Genius, despair hath settled on my soul.

NarayanaChandran"Earth, My Likeness" (1860)"Earth, My Likeness" (1860)Published as "Calamus" number 36

in the third (1860) edition of Leaves of Grass, "Earth, My Likeness" acquired its present title in 1867

"Earth, My Likeness" (1860)

My Soul and I: The Inner Life of Walt Whitman. Boston: Beacon, 1985.Dougherty, James.

text had for its third line: "Doubtless I could not have perceived the universe, or written one of my

Whitman deletes this line in 1867 and replaces it with "(I loved a certain person ardently and my love

NarayanaChandran"Who Learns My Lesson Complete?" (1855)"Who Learns My Lesson Complete?"

(1855)First published without a title in Leaves of Grass (1855), "Who Learns My Lesson Complete?"

"'I' and 'You' in 'Who Learns My Lesson Complete?': Some Aspects of Whitman's Poetic Evolution."

"Who Learns My Lesson Complete?" (1855)

of "Passage to India," or for the serene meditations of his old age ("Sands at Seventy"; "Good-Bye my

The Daily Tribune Denver, Colorado, Mch 27th 187 8 Mr Walt Whitman My Dear Sir I am one of those ubiquitous

Now if you could take a peep into my album, which I have been over fifteen years in making, and see my

If you have made a rule never to reply to requests of this kind, please make an exception in my case