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connection with Whitman, both formally ("Let me join you again this morning, Walt Whitman, . . . even now my

connections between literature and psychology, as do his two biographies: Melville (1975) and Salem Is My

Within my bosom reside two opposing elements" (Bergman 11).

to experience a region that had long been vividly alive in his imagination: "I have found the law of my

"Softly I lay my right hand upon you," he proclaims as he prepares the appointed one for a celestial

"I am glad to see you spell Shakspere the short way," he remarked—spelling it—"it is always my way—has

Yet on my reminder he said, "I did notice something, yet did not know what. Of course, it's bad."

My father was down to sketch the chair today for Mrs. Fels' picture. W.

Fragments of our talk will betray themselves as I discuss points with W. in days after my return.

.— When my little friend Tom Thumb, travelled with the circus he stood behind the stand, in a Missouri

Dim smitten star, Orb not of France alone, pale symbol of my soul, its dearest hopes, The struggle and

do not doubt there is more in myself than I have supposed—and more in all men and women— and more in my

Dim smitten star, Orb not of France alone, pale symbol of my soul, its dearest hopes, The struggle and

do not doubt there is more in myself than I have supposed—and more in all men and women —and more in my

every experience and aspiration; and I hope to open the cover—turn the pages, point to the lines, for my

Brooklyn Oct 7th /63 My dear Walt, The enclosed $10 is from Mr James P.

I take it my spirit-sense of your condition is not likely to fail after all.

The Nation this week (I have just seen it) does not print my reply, which may have come too late, and

great fool —don't you know every 'cute fellow secretly knows that about himself—I do)—God bless you my

I notice that is the way you always use me, but I will get square with you when I go off on my lecturing

My dear Walt Whitman, Your most kind letter of May 9th & 10 th to hand.

wensday Wednesday morning abt 6 my dear walt i receive d your letter this morning and also got one on

I spent 3 days in Yorkshire last week—so ending my holiday.

I send you my love and am always affectionately yours R M Bucke Richard Maurice Bucke to Walt Whitman

Give my love to all, and write soon. G. W.

My love to your good, noble mother, whom I shall some day know.

The business would be unmixed pleasure to me were my capital larger, as I think I can serve humanity

Walter Storms Aug '75 Paskek, Aug. 9/75 My Dear Friend I received a Postal card from you yesterday.

J F Millet —the "cold in the head" still upon me palpably—stew'd chicken, Graham bread & coffee for my

volumes of Horace Traubel's With Walt Whitman in Camden (various publishers: 1906–1996) and Whitman's "My

Asylum for the Insane, London, 18th March 188 3 My dear Walt I return you today the proof in pages I

Excuse all mistakes an Bad Writing Also Excuse mi shoart letter this tim an i will try and Do Better in my

leave without pay—I want to come home for a while, both to be home, & to see about the new edition of my

Give my love to George, & Jeff & Mat. Walt.

I know how quick he always was to resent my exceptions.

Then suddenly, while we still "harped on" George, he reached towards the table saying as he did so:"My

W. entirely satisfied with my arrangement of bastard titles.

And he said: "Yes, I guess so: I am willing to bear my testimony to the old man—say a good word for the

confidential friend,) of which the following is part: "——You may be tired of such outpourings of spleen, but my

* * * Mother, my throat chokes, and my blood almost stops, when I see around me so many people who appear

"I shall give up my teacher's place," said he to his mother, "and come to live with you; we will have

I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven.

The suits were first brought to my notice Standish & Ballard's bill, Mich. see p. 288 ante 479 by a letter

A spirited, yes, a desperate contest with bad men is, in my judgment, the most expedient course for the

first person, the poem begins with an apostrophe to the painter, "I...enter lists with thee, claiming my

& Collect from Rees Welsh after one printing, and later published November Boughs (1888), Good-Bye My

"My Discovery and Exploration of the Whitman Continent (1941–1991)."

She is an unnamed fourteen-year-old in his story "My Boys and Girls" (1844) and is presented as the sweet

and other customs of the ancient Egyptians, in whose country I have passed the last twenty years of my

To my question, said: "You will find Bucke's book in the statistical, geneological way—as far as that

Scrawled to Bucke a note in which I enclosed the Doctor's and my bulletins for a month.

My days will get me over the bridge if I never see it!"

Let it suffice for me that you, hearing my protest, are at liberty to use it however you choose, here

My theory is, that the boy wrote it out fully enough, but [it] was not accepted beyond this length."

I have not entered into the details of this subject—but my main conviction is clear. Oh!

Strange how—the room very dark—he knew me at once, called my name, extended his hand.