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"I went that way because it is on my road home.
Please to let me go to my seat—I a'n't well." "Oh yes; that's very likely;" and Mr.
are you, my young gentleman!"
When last in the dooryard the lilacs bloomed [sic]," "Chanting the Square Deific," and "As I lay with my
Me, master, years a hundred since from my parents sundered.
Only late in life could Whitman acknowledge, "As I get older, and latent traits come out, I see my father's
"My Summer With Walt Whitman, 1887." In Re Walt Whitman. Ed. Horace L.
on slang, so he submitted "Slang in America," with some assurance, remarking that slang was "one of my
section 1) But the earlier version begins on an intimate, even erotic note:Come closer to me,Push closer, my
In Specimen Days (1882), November Boughs (1888), and Good-Bye My Fancy (1891), as well as his early newspaper
the best society of the civilized world all over, are to be only reached and spinally nourish'd (in my
Whitman's interaction with the children at a picnic for London's poor: "During the day I lost sight of my
That has been my experience."
I noticed that he said of my expression—but that does not worry me."
There was considerable feeling at the time—all were not agreed in favor of it—but my folks were emancipationists
Robert LeighDavisMemoranda During the War [1875–1876]Memoranda During the War [1875–1876]"My idea is
had strong reservations about it, and Whitman later referred to it as "the horrible dismemberment of my
"My Boys and Girls" (1844), critics agree, is a reminiscence about Whitman's many brothers and sisters
ever read Talmage at all; perhaps to try to find some change for the better, some chance to revise my
W. responding, "Never mind, Frank—that's but a part of the evidence of my good will.
interviews with me at different times, this one in Monday's paper had been the best—bore more nearly my
onward 10 years Goethe —(reading Carlyle's criticisms on Goethe.) over leaf Here is now, (January 1856) my
They are not in condition to be able to let their accounts lay uncollected without embarrassment, and my
I want to have it done for my own purposes" (Friday, October 16, 1891).For more information on W.
By 1855 when Whitman wrote "I lean and loafe at my ease . . . . observing a spear of summer grass," he
It is extremely obnoxious to my digestion, sir! So let me have no more salutations from you, sir!”
In my opinion, they would fare a great deal better than they do now.
—it is—it is indeed my long-long che-ild!"
Now wait till I get my dress fixed and Papa waited and then she fell over & never spoke another word
you may think he is not very well i am sorry walt your head is no better how bad it must b e good by my
more after that I am kept pretty busy the little questions of all kinds coming up require nearly all my
I have not read anything of the man himself yet—though I find that my reading & thinking for long past
for your dear sake, O soldiers, And for you, O soul of man, and you, love of comrades; The words of my
Whitman as follows: "You came to woo my sister, the human soul.
Complete in body and dilate in spirit, / Be thou my God" ("Gods") or when in the 1855 version of "Song
of Myself" he called God "a loving bedfellow [who] sleeps at my side all night and close on the peep
countless thousands of people—I must here resume the thing, after a fashion, and tuck you, reader, under my
and also here asseverate, once for all, that when I do so specify, I do it to give definiteness to my
untrodden and mouldy—I see no longer any axe upon it, I see the mighty and friendly emblem of the power of my
I do not vaunt my love for you, I have what I have. The axe leaps!
response, Take what I have then, (saying fain,) take the pay you approached for, Take the white tears of my
untrodden and mouldy, I see no longer any axe upon it, I see the mighty and friendly emblem of the power of my
I do not vaunt my love for you, I have what I have. The axe leaps!
response, Take what I have then, (saying fain,) take the pay you approached for, Take the white tears of my
"It used to be the delight of my life to ride on a stage coach," said he.
There was my friend Jack Finley.
Oh, yes, I was answering your question as to how I spent my time. Well, it is very monotonous.
Phantoms welcome, divine and tender, Invisible to the rest, henceforth become my companions; Follow me
Perfume therefore my chant, O Love! immortal Love!
For that we live, my brethren—that is the mission of Poets.
the sisters Death and Might, incessantly softly wash again, and ever again, this soil'd world. … For my
where he lies, white-faced and still in the coffin—I draw near; I bend down and touch lightly with my
You traitor to my dead father—robber of his children!—scoundrel!—wretch! Whitman cut "—scoundrel!
"Why are you crying, my little son?" said he.
"My brother is sick," answered the child. "I have no father. He is dead."
"What is your name, my poor boy?" he asked. "Adam Covert," said the child.
Some of my readers may, perhaps, think that he ought to have been hung at the time of his crime.
If I worship any particular thing, it shall be some of the spread of my body.'
Earth of the limpid gray of clouds, brighter and clearer for my sake! Far swooping elbowed earth!
If I worship any particular thing, it shall be some of the spread of my own body."—p. 55.
If I worship any particular thing, it shall be some of the spread of my own body."—p. 55.
volume contains the rest of Collect, all of November Boughs (1888), and the first part of Good-Bye My
It also hints of deep unformed feelings mentioned in "Scented Herbage of My Breast," whose "O I do not
My Soul and I: The Inner Life of Walt Whitman. Boston: Beacon, 1985.Gregory, Dorothy M-T.
when he attempts to "tell the best," he finds that he cannot:My tongue is ineffectual on its pivots,My
"To My Seventy-First Year" he said, "is the name of the Century piece to appear next month.
My South! / O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse and love! good and evil! O all dear to me!"
Doyle recalled, "We were familiar at once—I put my hand on his knee—we understood . . .
I don't know but I'll have to close all my friends out."