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to-day (for the first since you sent)—am sitting here after my supper, & shall go out in wheel chair to river

O'C (I fear by accounts) is left with very little financially—spent an hour down by the Delaware river

Phila: to Gutekunsts' to sit for big picture (at vehement request)—went in large easy cab—every thing river

days—weather cooler here—get out a little in propell'd wheel chair—was out last evening to sun set at river

Indeed, one of the very first things he did on his arrival here on Friday was to go over the river and

Walt lives across the river in a quiet old town, just opposite this city.

They call the Missouri river terraces "benches" out there she says.

hearty massage at 1 & went in wheel chair soon after 2—quite a jaunt—went to the bank—went down to the river

side—sun, river & sky fine—sat 15 minutes in the Nov. sun—find my head & bodily strength pretty low

I find it much healthier than the low-lying parts near the river.

pedition (my brother Jeffwith me,) through allthe Middle States,and down the Ohio and Mississippi rivers

From across the river were also adozen figuresof young men do- ing handiwork ina rising literature,and

You of Camden can claim Walt Whitman foryour own, but you must letus of the bigger town acrossthe river

The' only time I ever saw Lincoln was hisdead face in Independence Hall over across the river.

Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river!

Celebrities" pamphlet rec'd safely with thanks— I am keeping on fairly—have been out in wheel chair to the river

that will probably be the finish— I get out almost daily in wheel chair —was out yesterday down to river

down hill)—we have had some very hot weather—just present just right cool enough—I get down to the river

honey in the comb (of wh' I have a little supply) to send in a sick lady next door—was down to the river

Lawrence River, J. W.

Enclosed find circulars— Respectfully &c: Walt Whitman Whitman letter | written to | Robert Adams | Fall River

Indeed even now you may be— "Beyond the rock-waste and the river— Beyond the ever and the never— Beyond

usual (has been very hot here again) made my breakfast of bread and honey in the comb—was down to river

little uneasy—Nothing very new or different with me—am pretty well & writing—get out doors & down to river

soon come himself—meanwhile he seems to be working & flourishing there on his fruit farm on Hudson river

—John Burroughs has just been to see me—He, wife & boy still on their Hudson river farm— Best respects

streets fill up with students, the professors begin lecturing, the games & sports all begin, and the river

328 Mickle Street n'r Delaware river Camden New Jersey U S America Dec: 26 '90 — Herewith are copies

Arrived at the edge of the Delaware River by the aid of this yoked and tamed lightning, a prodigious

running Missouri, praise nothing in art or aught else, Till it has well inhaled the atmosphere of this river

composers—you choruses, You formless, free, religious dances—you from the Orient, You undertone of rivers

sage-deserts, I see in glimpses afar or towering immediately above me the great mountains, I see the Wind river

Elk mountain and wind around its base, I see the Humboldt range, I thread the valley and cross the river

Cooling airs from Caucasus far, soothing cradle of man, The river Euphrates flowing, the past lit up

O winding creeks and rivers! Of you O woods and fields! of you strong mountains of my land!

Cold dash of waves at the ferry-wharf, posh and ice in the river, half-frozen mud in the streets, A gray

sibilant chorals, Footsteps gently ascending, mystical breezes wafted soft and low, Ripples of unseen rivers

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 jobbers' houses of business, the houses of business of the ship-merchants and money-brokers, the river-streets

sun shining, and the sailing clouds aloft, The winter snows, the sleigh-bells, the broken ice in the river

you airs that swim above lightly impalpable, And all you essences of soil and growth, and you my rivers

and hope continuing on the same, Of ye, O God, Life, Nature, Freedom, Poetry; Of you, my Land—your rivers

What rivers are these? what forests and fruits are these?

I see the long river-stripes of the earth, I see the Amazon and the Paraguay, I see the four great rivers

of China, the Amour, the Yellow River, the Yiang-tse, and the Pearl, I see where the Seine flows, and

blown with you you winds; You waters I have finger'd every shore with you, I have run through what any river

like beads on my smallest sights and hearings, on the walk in the street and the passage over the river

and women of a generation, or ever so many generations hence, Just as you feel when you look on the river

I too many and many a time cross'd the river of old, Watched the Twelfth-month sea-gulls, saw them high

River and sunset and scallop-edg'd waves of flood-tide?

9 Flow on, river! flow with the flood-tide, and ebb with the ebb- tide ebbtide !

, The eighteen thousand miles of sea-coast and bay-coast on the main, the thirty thousand miles of river

unno- ticed unnoticed , Through Mannahatta's streets I walking, these things gathering, On interior rivers

returning after a long absence, joy- fully joyfully welcom'd and kiss'd by the aged mulatto nurse, On rivers

there atwixt the banks of the Arkansaw, the Rio Grande, the Nueces, the Brazos, the Tombigbee, the Red River

O boating on the rivers, The voyage down the St.

sweet potato, Welcome are mountains, flats, sands, forests, prairies, Welcome the rich borders of rivers

bridges, vast frameworks, girders, arches, Shapes of the fleets of barges, tows, lake and canal craft, river

para- dises paradises of the Pacific, Populous cities, the latest inventions, the steamers on the rivers

vast native thoughts looking through smutch'd faces, Iron-works, forge-fires in the mountains or by river-banks

We primeval forests felling, We the rivers stemming, vexing we and piercing deep the mines within, We

These shows of the East and West are tame compared to you, These immense meadows, these interminable rivers

from the Altay moun- tains mountains , From Thibet Tibet , from the four winding and far-flowing rivers

Winds blow south, or winds blow north, Day come white, or night come black, Home, or rivers and mountains

toward the Mexican sea, or in the Mannahatta or the Tennes- see Tennessee , or far north or inland, A river

See, your own shape and countenance, persons, substances, beasts, the trees, the running rivers, the

Mississippian and Arkansian yet with me, and I yet with any of them, Yet upon the plains west of the spinal river

fast towards dusk near the cotton-wood or pecan-trees, Coon-seekers go through the regions of the Red river

Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river!

the trees of a new purchase, Scorch'd ankle-deep by the hot sand, hauling my boat down the shallow river

from the rocks of the river, swinging and chirping over my head, Calling my name from flower-beds, vines

From Pent-Up Aching Rivers. FROM PENT-UP ACHING RIVERS.

FROM pent-up aching rivers, From that of myself without which I were nothing, From what I am determin'd

The curious sympathy one feels when feeling with the hand the naked meat of the body, The circling rivers