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In turn, Twain noted, "If I've become a Whitmanite I'm sorry—I never read 40 lines of him in my life"
section 1); in "Song of Myself" he is situated "Under Niagara, the cataract falling like a veil over my
The longer version, with the new title "Small the Theme of My Chant," reappeared in the final, 1891–1892
My Soul and I: The Inner Life of Walt Whitman. Boston: Beacon, 1985.Chari, V.K.
I am sure that if I had my legs and a boat, it would be a day for me."
"No—they would not fear it as my friends but as journalists.
W. smiled—and to my hope that T. might somewhere have put himself so on record in his own hand, W. remarked
I just received the following letter from the Post Office (from Baker): New York, March 7th 1891 My dear
that was not the end of those nations, or any person of them, any more than this shall be the end of my
From my very soul, I look with sorrow on the pitiable and black souled malice which actuates such men
that was not the end of those nations or any person of them, any more than this shall be the end of my
that was not the end of those nations, or any person of them, any more than this shall be the end of my
these little potencies of progress, politics, culture, wealth, inventions, civilization,) Have lost my
that was not the end of those nations or any person of them, any more than this shall be the end of my
"It is wicked," says she, "to run the cars on Sunday, and I don't want anybody in my class that will
14 May '68 thursday Thursday My dear Walt i write to tell you that janey maquire that is nanc Nancy brothers
difference but i doo do feel sometimes if i could have something except the regular fare i should like it as my
afterwards that he (the sick man) had not eat so much at a meal, in three months—Mother, I shall have my
by him soothing him, he was wandering all the time, his talk was so affecting it kept the tears in my
April 9th 188 6 My dear Walt Whitman I distributed the papers and magazines you sent me to every body
Have had a splendid day for my sail down the Hudson, & have enjoyed it from beginning to end.
It is not for want of thinking of you, dear Walt, that I write but seldom: for indeed my thoughts are
The Herald, Boston, Oct. 8, 188 7 My dear Friend: I have yours of yesterday and enclose a list of the
very much indeed i wrote to her that i dident didn't know how to undertake the journeey journey in my
that it is "as much as Han can do to take care of herself" and that he had "paid off the mortgage on my
wonder how she is i think so much about her some nights i cant sleep if she wou ld only write to me) my
institutionalizing Jesse because, according to her December 25, 1863 letter, she "could not find it in my
My sister Jeannie's little Mary is very sick with typhoid fever too, but they hope not dangerously so
My sleep was very poor while in Ky, but I think of it as the finest country I have yet seen—that is the
I believe that the picture will make my name as an artist, a few months will show!
the top whether it was that or what i dont don't know but all that night i couldent couldn't sleep my
Robert Buchanan's new vol. of "Essays" placed in my hands.
Do you understand my bad English?
I am at work on my Tribune letter, which I hope will prove satisfactory.
dont know as she remember me but I do her how could I forget her if you see her pleas tell her I send my
have just returned home last eve[ning] from Washington, being there to see about getting the body of my
It is pleasant here this forenoon—as I look out of my window, the river looks fine—there is a slight
M 30 evening My dear Walt all alone i receives your kind letter this morning i was glad to hear from
that was not the end of those nations, or any person of them, any more than this shall be the end of my
W. said: "Maurice says the new leaves and flowers will be my best medicine when spring comes.
It aroused my ire: has a scurrilous little paragraph on the Colonel: a mean, dirty little paragraph:
: "It is very companionlike of her to say that: I thank her deeply: such goodwill serves to appease my
I folded it and put it away in my pocket. W. asked: "Well: have you any thoughts about it?"
first met Whitman, beginning a friendship that will always form one of the pleasantest memories of my
The task in question, however, would naturally have fallen to my colleague and intimate friend, Frederic
before, I believe—he dropped in upon Guernsey at the Herald and introduced himself with the words: "My
Making known my errand, he greeted me cordially.
"In the moral, emotional, heroic, and human growths (the main of a race in my opinion), something of
& did you remember to give her my love? how did little Hattie look? had she grown much?
Don't forget the three things you were to bring for my especial benefit.
Ellen O'Connor related in a letter on November 24, 1863, that the Count had said to her recently: "My
Our garden goes on much the same, and all seems homelike & pleasant after my long absence—the bees humming
Whitman occasionally referred to Stafford as "My (adopted) son" (as in a December 13, 1876, letter to
On December 17, Whitman sent four poems: "Old Chants," "Grand is the Seen," "Death dogs my steps," and
and, while I cannot send you anything particularly new, I re-dedicate to you all, as follows, one of my
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. . . .
On the boat I had my hands full. One poor fellow died going up."
the hospitals, Whitman dolefully observed: Looking from any eminence and studying the topography in my
"There comes that odious Walt Whitman to talk evil and unbelief to my boys," she wrote in a letter to
"I think I would rather see the evil one himself—at least if he had horns and hoofs—in my ward.
"He took a fancy to my fever boy, and would watch with him sometimes half the night.
make the only growth by which I can be appreciated, I reject none, accept all, then reporduce all in my
For the great Idea, That, O my brethren, that is the mission of poets.
appreciate the natural Man and freeing me from much [sic] theological or conventional preconceptions due to my
Sin ceased to dominate my view of life..." (qtd. in Hancock 48).
could parallel in nothing else than in those lines of Whitman's on Columbus— "Poor, old and paralyzed,My
"As it is now, it will not go into any of my books."
"Yes," he said, to my question, "Yes, I have been out—down to the river: and how beautiful—oh!
"The river is my elixir," he finally said—"and such."
McA. saying to me, "At my last call, just now, he hardly noticed me at all."
the end as will enable me to be there if possible.If you speak to Walt tell him he is never out of my