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sit up several times during the day now, for a few minutes at a time—am gradually gaining the use of my

as I am lying here—I have not written to Han since I had the paralysis—Mother, you might send one of my

letters to her, Han , when you next write—(this one, or any)—Say I sent my love, & will be up before

I am still anchored here in my bed—I am sitting up now on the side—Mrs.

are both very helpful to me—one comes day time, & one evening—I had a good night's sleep last night—My

mind is just as clear as ever—& has been all the time—(I have not been at all down hearted either)—(My

it—I shall be getting well soon—am on a fair way to it now— latest ½ past 4 I have just set up & had my

I rec'd your letter, dear mother—you may rest assured that I write the exact facts about my sickness—I

window looking out on the river & scenery—it is beautiful weather now—they have sent over & paid me my

with the money—& yesterday I sent you by Adams' express, paid, to same address as this letter a set of my

Sept 14 My dear Linton, I rec'd a letter to–day from Moncure Conway (just arr'd arrived here from England

My general strength, however, from fair to middling.

Dont feel to leave my anchorage here, just now—but hope yet to take advantage of your affectionate &

Sunday , March 28 Dear Linton, My note of yesterday, (or day before,) asking for the bill was written

To-day, better, I have just taken up yours to read a second time, (as I generally do with my friends'

431 Stevens Street Camden New Jersey May 8 '78 My dear Linton I returned last evening from a jaunt to

half-&-half)—after a bad spell during March & most of April—thought I was going to have a relapse to my

—Since my late sick spell, it is not so likely the programme will be carried out —but I want to go about

way we talked of, (& I have no doubt we shall,) & satisfaction is felt on both sides, it is certainly my

Whitman observed to Horace Traubel in 1889: "What a sweat I used to be in all the time . . . over getting my

My dear Linton, Your kind letter came duly to hand.

Rossetti: Dear Sir & friend; Please accept these copies of my latest edition.

address is still there—(& always, always glad to hear from you, my friend.)

My " Leaves of Grass " I consider substantially finished, as in the copies I send you.

To " Democratic Vistas " it is my plan to add much, if I live.

Indeed, my friend, I wish to hear from you oftener.

My dear Linton: How do you get on with the picture?

I am back here at work at my desk, for the fall & coming winter.

this fine sunny crispy day—cross'd the Delaware—walk'd up Chestnut st—every thing lovely—look'd in at my

Camden Monday Evng Evening Feb 26 '83 At the breakfast table this morning we all agreed—my sister most

Monday afternoon April 14 1879. 1309 Fifth av: near 86th st My dear Reid— As you might possibly have

room in the paper—& a full report might hit—I send you a complete copy of my lecture, to take the chances

to-morrow's paper —(As I calculate, it would make about three quarters of a column in your small type) — —My

plan is to break the tedium of my half invalidism from time to time (& also collect a few shekels) by

April 13 '79 My dear Sir To break the tedium of my half-invalidism—& as an experiment—I have come on

I with my respects, thanks, & love —I shall give the whole proposed meeting, address &c: into his and

(choice persons,) one third women (Proceeds to me $869.45)—I went over, was wheeled on the stage in my

I am a native Texan, but my father belonged to the Georgia branch of the Whitman family.

But you must know that I am an artist, and am able, out of my craftman's knowledge, to separate Art as

For today, my work is done. It is growing dusky.

, Or rude in my home in Dakota's woods, my diet meat, my drink from the spring, Or withdrawn to muse

"My lovers suffocate me . . . thick in the pores of my skin."

I sit, my gaze directed to my world map. I sing the ocean, the mother of the earth.

This is what my taste tastes. . . .

may say that at this meeting I had the pleasure of hearing several warm admirers of yourself discuss my

Perhaps in its printed form my article may stimulate others to enquire.

New York, May 13 th 187 2 Walt Whitman I now take my pen in hand to let you know how I am getting along

New York June 1/70 Friend Walter I now take my pen in hand to write to you I am in good health at Present

not want to lend me the I asked for, why Did you not write and say so—not to make out you Did not get my

of it when you was I though thought I would put you in—mind of it if I would be man Enough to keep my

I would not mind if you would give me my Clothes now as I need them very I cant can't go out any wear

My Dear friend Walt I now take my pen in hand to let you know how I am getting along I am in very good

health at present & I hope you are the same. my father is not very well at present he has been Laid

I bought some medicine for a freind friend of my fathers & he gave me the money to pay for them & I Spent

Robbins & then I will be Disgraced & Discarged Discharged I asked my Sister to lend three & she would

New York Nov 16 My Dear friend Walter I received your letter of the 29 th and was very glad to here hear

from you I am very Sorry to keep you waiting so long for my answer. we have just got done taking account

I am very tired when I get home at night my feet are very sore from the nails sticking up in the heels

like you I send you mine in return I have received the title of Unkle Uncle my sister Josephine has

Crum he weigh weighs ten pounds I am going to get my wages raised after the Holidays father has just

. /70 Dear friend Walter I now take my pen in h and to let you know how I am getting along.

received your letter of the Eight & was very glad to hear from you. we have been Stoping stopping at my

I am going to buy a fraim frame for your Picture I have it up in my room I wou ld like to see you very

Boss Mr Hawkins is going to leave the firm the first of march & my friend Oliver Allen & I thought we

I am alone at home, with my brothers—Papa & Mother are gone visiting to Uncle John's Father's-in-law.

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

Whitman My Dear Sir I received your letter on the 8 , & was very glad to hear from you.

You asked about my Grand-Mother, she is alive, but, I cannot say well.

I attended an Academy last winter, but, my teacher went away, so I stopped going there We are having

I would send you my picture but I want you to come & see me myself. & very much Oblidge Oblige Your loving

Walter Storms April 26—75 Pascack Apr. 20 1875 My dear Friend, Mr.

to hear from you so soon after writing nevertheless, I was just as glad to hear from you, I wrote in my

inches of snow and people rode with the sleigh, there are no gardens made yet, but I have plants in my

I am not much of a young man yet, I am 17 years old, all but a few days, but very small for my age I

soul, / I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass" (section 1).The second, related

knowledge that pass all the argument of the earth,And I know that the hand of God is the promise of my

own,And I know that the spirit of God is the brother of my own,And that all the men ever born are also

my brothers, and the women my sisters and lovers,And that a kelson of the creation is love,And limitless

the 1881 edition are definitive, the annexes that appear after 1881—"Sands at Seventy" and "Good-Bye my

Whitman, I have been perplexed how to express to you my feelings of gratitude for the gift of the letter

I am especially pleased to learn from it that you share my admiration for the noble stoic Epictetus,

I have also to thank you, Mr Whitman, for inscribing my name in the copy of Leaves of Grass which the

"Boys of the College" gave to me on my birthday.

my wife joins I am yours sincerely Wentworth Dixon Wentworth Dixon to Walt Whitman, 13 June 1891

and his brother Harry were the sons of Henry Whireman Fritzinger (about 1828–1881), a former sea captain

Davis, Whitman's housekeeper, who had also taken care of the sea captain and who inherited part of his

My dear Walt Whitman, As one of the College Boys who feels honored by the hospitable reception given

kind messages of love which you have so frequently sent to us, I wish to send you a word to convey my

I (& the others I am sure) feel very grateful for the act. & I return my best thanks. Dr.

The engraved portrait with your autograph on my mantel reminds me that that is another favor.

Traubel & Warry I send my most cordial regards. WD.

and his brother Harry were the sons of Henry Whireman Fritzinger (about 1828–1881), a former sea captain

Davis, Whitman's housekeeper, who had also taken care of the sea captain and who inherited part of his

letters in the Trent Collection at Duke University as one of the "true treasures [that] helped shape my

"My Boys and Girls," The Rover , April 20, 1844. Reprinted in The Early Poems and Sketches, ed.

ldent shut my hand my finger were so swoln but we got along." March 26–28?

present plan to do the ensuing winter at my leisure in Washington."

All errors I claim as my own.

"O my brave soul! O farther, farther sail! O daring joy, but safe!

) For that, O God—be it my latest word — here on my knees, Old, poor, and paralysed—I thank thee.

"My terminus near, The clouds already closing in upon me, The voyage balk'd, the course disputed, lost

, I yield my ships to .

"My hands, my limbs, grow nerveless; My brain feels rack'd, bewilder'd; Let the old timbers part I will

If it doesn't come with this it will be because of my being compelled to go down to Washington as a witness

If by reason of my absence it should be overlooked, pray remind me of it.

New York, Nov 18 187 8 My Dear Whitman: I am sorry that the pay for that Gathering the Corn article was

one could fail then [during the War] to admire his zeal and devotion, and I am afraid that at first my

head at nightfall, and he is fain to say, "I too am not a bit tamed—I too am untranslatable; I sound my

I do not press my finger across my mouth, I keep as delicate around the bowels as around the head and

Amelioration is my lesson, he says with calm voice, and progress is my lesson and the lesson of all things

I am the teacher of athletes, He that by me spreads a wider breast than my own proves the width of my

own, He most honors my style who learns under it to destroy the teacher.

What is commonest and cheapest and nearest and easiest is Me, Me going in for my chances, spending for

The Johns Hopkins University holds one Whitman poetry manuscript (a handwritten version of O Captain!

My Captain!)

he screams to a gaping universe: "I, Walt Whitman, an American, one of the roughs, a Cosmos; I shout my

voice high and clear over the waves; I send my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world."

From those beginning notes of sickness and love, there in the mist, From the thousand responses in my

O what is my destination? O I fear it is henceforth chaos!"

I wish to see my benefactor, and have felt much like striking my tasks and visiting New York to pay you

my respects.

The air tastes good to my palate.

Was't charged against my chants they had forgotten art?

Another song on the death of Lincoln, "Oh Captain! My Captain!"

Y.) and My Life on It as Child and Young Man…Printing Office—Old Brooklyn…Lafayette…Broadway Sights…My

I have been exercised deeply about it my whole life.)

Again he was ask'd to yield, this time by a rebel captain.

The rebel captain then shot him—but at the same instant he shot the captain.

From today I enter upon my 64th year.

. * "No one will get at my verses who insists upon viewing them as a literary performance, or as aiming

Leaves of Grass has been chiefly the outcropping of my own emotional and other personal nature—an attempt

day, there can be no such thing as a long poem, fascinated him: "The same thought had been haunting my

flashes of lightning, with the emotional depths it sounded and arous'd (of course, I don't mean in my

"I round and finish little, if anything; and could not, consistently with my scheme.

—I reached out my hand to feel the life-blood thrill beneath my fingers—I was faint with transport.

arms above my head to catch the stray sunbeams;—hugged it to my bosom transported with extatic emotion

;—yet never came before my vision sensual forms or thought found place in my imagination;—Was I passionless

—the warm, sympathetic tears that crept from beneath my eyelids and rolled lovingly down my bosom, soothing

my beating heart?

Whitman:— I have thought of you often since my call upon you the other day (and before, too, for that

matter), and felt, that although I have a copy of your works in my library, I would like one from you

420 Green Ave Brooklyn Apr. 10/91 My Dear Mr.

Whitman: Allow me to introduce to you my friend of many years' standing—Mr.

I immediately appealed to my lady friends and patriots in Philadelphia, and they have sent me on a fine

I have never had better health in my life, perhaps I can explain it to you.

My regards to them and hope they are out of Campbell Hospital. What became of poor Dick?

I have very little time tis true, yet I endeavor by writing rapidly to have time to keep up my correspondence

Have I not my hands full by the way you wish to know what Jones Hotel is.

I send my Photo and shall expect one of the Prince of Bohemia by return I will write in a few days.