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leaves upon it, and twined around it a little moss, And brought it away—and I have placed it in sight in my
room, It is not needed to remind me as of my own dear friends, (For I believe lately I think of little
SCENTED herbage of my breast, Leaves from you I yield, I write, to be perused best afterwards, Tomb-leaves
O blossoms of my blood!
O I think it is not for life I am chanting here my chant of lovers—I think it must be for Death, For
Grow up out of my breast! Spring away from the concealed heart there!
Do not remain down there so ashamed, herbage of my breast!
Behold this swarthy and unrefined face—these gray eyes, This beard—the white wool, unclipt upon my neck
, My brown hands, and the silent manner of me, with- out without charm; Yet comes one, a Manhattanese
The récherché or ethereal sense, as used in my book, arises probably from it, Calamus presenting the
attachment," concluding "I proceed for all who are or have been young men, / To tell the secret of my
The next poem, "Scented Herbage of My Breast," initially introduces an extraordinarily copious imagery
expose me more than all my other poems."
O pulse of my life! / Need I that you exist and show yourself any more than in these songs."
CITY of my walks and joys!
nor the bright win- dows windows , with goods in them, Nor to converse with learned persons, or bear my
your fre- quent frequent and swift flash of eyes offering me love, Offering me the response of my own—these
in the room where I eat or sleep, I should be satisfied, And if the corpse of any one I love, or if my
May-be one is now reading this who knows some wrong-doing of my past life, Or may-be a stranger is reading
this who has secretly loved me, Or may-be one who meets all my grand assumptions and egotisms with derision
, from me falling—drip, bleeding drops, From wounds made to free you whence you were prisoned, From my
face—from my forehead and lips, From my breast—from within where I was con- cealed concealed —Press
down-balls, nor perfumes, nor the high rain-emitting clouds, are borne through the open air, Any more than my
WHEN I heard at the close of the day how my name had been received with plaudits in the capitol, still
it was not a happy night for me that fol- lowed followed ; And else, when I caroused, or when my plans
ing undressing , bathed, laughing with the cool waters, and saw the sun rise, And when I thought how my
all that day my food nourished me more—And the beautiful day passed well, And the next came with equal
joy—And with the next, at evening, came my friend; And that night, while all was still, I heard the
when you refer to me, mind not so much my poems, Nor speak of me that I prophesied of The States, and
I will take you down underneath this impassive exterior—I will tell you what to say of me: Publish my
name and hang up my picture as that of the tenderest lover, The friend, the lover's portrait, of whom
hitherto published—from the pleasures, profits, conformities, Which too long I was offering to feed to my
Soul Clear to me now, standards not yet published— clear to me that my Soul, That the Soul of the man
substantial life, Bequeathing, hence, types of athletic love, 29* Afternoon, this delicious Ninth Month, in my
forty- first year, I proceed, for all who are, or have been, young men, To tell the secret of my nights
Whitman referred to Rossetti's edition as a "horrible dismemberment of my book" in his August 12, 1871
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
Jany January 22 188 1 Walt Whitman Esq My Dear Sir: I take great pleasure acknowledging the receipt of
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
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 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
My employer is at home but a very small portion of his time.
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
My friend Years have gone past since I have seen that face of my friend dear Walt. Whitman.
Counting the tally of the surf‑suggestions wordless utterance of these liquid tongues And To pass within my
utterance tale of subterranean toil and wrongs Unf For once Seems here C c onfided to me * To pass within my
fire—the silence; Like a phantom far or near an occasional figure moving; The shrubs and trees, (as I left my
the silence, Like a phantom far or near an occasional figure moving, The shrubs and trees, (as I lift my
fire—the silence; Like a phantom far or near an occasional figure moving; The shrubs and trees, (as I left my
the silence, Like a phantom far or near an occasional figure moving, The shrubs and trees, (as I lift my
past war, the battles, hospital sights, the wounded and the dead, Myself through every by-gone phase—my
idle youth—old age at hand, My three-score years of life summ'd up, and more, and past, By any grand
smoke Some vast soul, like a planet's, bound, arrested, tied, Watching the distant, shadowy sails, the My
make the only growth by which I can be appreciated, I reject none, accept all, then reproduce all in my
What is this you bring my America? Is it uniform with my country?
Will it absorb into me as I absorb food, air, to appear again in my strength, gait, face?
rapt verse, my call, mock me not!
You by my charm I invoke.
make the only growth by which I can be appreciated, I reject none, accept all, then reproduce all in my
What is this you bring my America? Is it uniform with my country?
Will it absorb into me as I absorb food, air, to appear again in my strength, gait, face?
rapt verse, my call, mock me not!
You by my charm I invoke.
But when a voice in my our hearing excuses this Fugitive damned Act, because it binds no leg and breaks
in his "Second Annex," titled Good-Bye My Fancy, to the 1891 edition of Leaves of Grass.
The pencil note "Sail Out for good, Eidólon Yacht / Good Bye My Fancy / Page 7" appears in the lower
the recto are prefatory in nature and reflect the spirit of the preface to Whitman's 1891 Good-Bye My
the mullein and the bumble-bee" is on page 36 of the section entitled Gathering the Corn of Good-Bye My
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.
How perfect is my soul! How perfect the earth, and the minutest thing upon it!
My soul! if I realize you, I have satisfaction, Animals and vegetables!
I cannot define my satisfaction, yet it is so, I cannot define my life, yet it is so.
How perfect is my Soul! How perfect the earth, and the minutest thing upon it!
My Soul! if I realize you, I have satisfaction, Animals and vegetables!
I cannot define my satisfaction, yet it is so, I cannot define my life, yet it is so.
How perfect is my Soul! How perfect the earth, and the minutest thing upon it!
My Soul! if I realize you, I have satisfaction, Animals and vegetables!
I cannot define my satisfaction, yet it is so, I cannot define my life, yet it is so. 11 It comes to
THE friend I am happy with, The arm of my friend hanging idly over my shoulder, The hill-side whitened
pressed and glued together with love, Earth of chaste love—life that is only life after love, The body of my
and trembling encirling fingers—the young man all colored, red, ashamed, angry; The souse upon me of my
eats in me day and night with hungry gnaw, till I saturate what shall pro- duce produce boys to fill my
reinforce the truthfulness of Pierson's stories about the "koboo," Whitman mentions the fact that Captain
Captain Walter M.
letters to Brown say the sight of Brown's face was "welcomer than all," and he refers to Brown as "my
.; An earlier version of this poem entitled "My Departure" appeared in the Long Island Democrat, 23 October
On the right side, "Youth of my country! Martyrdom prefer to Slavery."
I sometimes found the man a corpse in the morning by whose side I laid my self down at night.
In spite of my efforts he would sometimes rise, and then I had to close in with him, trip up his heels
By one of these thrusts, more spiteful and violent than common, I had a narrow escape of my life.
No English physician, or any one from the city, ever to my knowledge came near us.
My constitution was less muscular and plethoric, and I escaped the fever longer than any of the thirteen
I shall remember that dinner to my dying day. We pulled up stakes, and put for home.
and ghost stories, and sang country ditties; but the night and the scene mellowed all, and it came to my
I made my bed in the furled sail, watching the stars as they twinkled, and falling asleep so.
right; but as for me, I fancied I felt the mercury dwindling down, down, down into the very calves of my
Even to my unscientific eyes there were innumerable wonders and beauties all along the shore, and edges
But to the account of my adventures (for it is now necessary to drop the editorial "we,") last fall,
hook again with "fiddlers," while the fish floundered at a great rate around my feet.
word, accoutred as I was, I plunged—the fish—into an old tin kettle, and gave them, with sixpence and my
the wharf with a boat-hook, and offering his shoulder for me to step on—though, as he was about half my
divided the water—to lie on my back and gaze by the half-hour at the passing clouds overhead—merely
John Titus, The John Titus mentioned here is probably the same John Titus who served as a captain in
.; The John Titus mentioned here is probably the same John Titus who served as a captain in the militia
A Fire Company was formed, consisting of seven members, for one year; namely, Henry Stanton, captain;
number of firemen was increased to eleven, and the following were elected members: Stephen Baldwin, Captain
William told his young visitor "I took one bag on each shoulder, one in each hand, and one in my teeth
Whitman, Captain George Washington Whitman, Walt Whitman's younger brother by ten years, served in the
December, 1862, was commissioned as Captain; all these steps for conduct in the field.
.; Captain George Washington Whitman, Walt Whitman's younger brother by ten years, served in the New