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7 196 My touch hand will not hurt what it holds, and yet will devour it, That It must remain whole perfect
Only one minute, only two or three passing bulging sheathed touches, Yet they gather all of me and my
spirit into a knot, They hold us so long enough there, to show us what life we can be,— And that my
senses and our flesh, and even a part of flesh, is seems more than all life.— What has become of my senses
My hand will not hurt
4 To me I subject all the teachings of the schools, and all dicta and authority, to my the tests of myself
And myself,—and I encourage you to subject the same to the tests of yourself—and to subject me and my
swear I will am can not to evade any part of myself, Not America, nor any attribute of America, Not my
body—not friendship, hospitality, procreation, Not my soul—not the last explanation of prudence, Not
Calamus 18. p 363 City of my walks and joys!
little you h You city : what do y you repay me for my daily walks joys Not these your crowded rows of
delicious athletic love fresh as nature's air and herbage— —offering me full repa respon ds se equal of my
my own, These repay me—Lovers, continual Lovers continu only repay me.— This manuscript is a draft of
City of my walks and joys
am myself and nobody else, am the greatest traitor, I went myself first to the headland, — my own hands
I have lost my wits . . . .
I and nobody else am the greatest traitor, / I went myself first to the headland . . . . my own hands
Part of "Pictures" was published as "My Picture-Gallery" in The American in October 1880 and later incorporated
11 He The sores on my neck shoulders are from his iron necklace I look on the off on the river with my
bloodshot eyes He stops the steamboat and till she will paddle off with away take my woman, and paddle
The sores on my shoulders
titled "The Sleepers": "How he laughs when I look down the bend after the steamboat that carries away my
for I am you seem to me all one lurid Curse oath curse; I look down off the river with my bloodshot eyes
, after 10 I see the steamboat that carries away my woman.— Damn him!
how he does defile me This day, or some other, I will have him and the like of him to curse the do my
I will stop the drag them out—the sweet marches of heaven shall be stopped my maledictions.— Whitman
how he does defile me, / How he informs against my brother and sister and takes pay for their blood,
/ How he laughs when I look down the bend after the steamboat that carries away my woman" (1855, p. 74
and the breast that ha fed his young , and so buys a nomination to great office; i I nforme d against my
brother and sister and got t ook aking pay for their blood, hearts; l L aughed when I looked from my
iron necklace, after the steamboat that carried away my woman.— Whitman probably drafted this manuscript
how he does defile me, / How he informs against my brother and sister and takes pay for their blood,
/ How he laughs when I look down the bend after the steamboat that carries away my woman" (1855, p. 74
—I lend you my own mouth tongue A black I dart ed like a snake from his mouth.— I My eyes are bloodshot
, they look down the river, A steamboat carries off paddles away my woman and children.— Around my neck
am T The His i ron necklace and the red sores of my shoulders I do not feel mind , h H opples and ball
ankles and tight cuffs at the wrists does must not detain me will go down the river, with the sight of my
bloodshot eyes, go in to the steamboat that paddles off wife woman and child A I do not stop with my
. / How he laughs when I look down the bend after the steamboat that carries away my woman"(1855, p.
bribed to swap off with touch, and go and graze at the edges of me, / No consideration, no regard for my
draining strength or my anger" (1855, p. 33).; 22; Transcribed from digital images of the original.;
meet and drawing their love in Never losing old friends, or new ones; and finding new on every day of my
levee in life,— After death Now when I am looked back upon, I will I hold levee, after death, I lean on my
left elbow—I take ten thousand lovers, one after another, by my right hand.— I have all lives, all effects
Open your mouth gums my pardy, that I put send blow grit in you with one a breath ; Spread your palms
19 I am become the poet of babes and the little things I descend many steps—I go backward primeval My
equanimous arms feet 209 I surround retrace things steps oceanic—I pass to around not merely my own
. / My feet strike an apex of the apices of the stairs, / On every step bunches of ages, and larger bunches
Where day and night I wend thy surf‑beat shore, Imaging to my sense thy varied strange suggestions, Thy
not smell— —I smell the your beautiful white roses— I kiss their soft your leafy lips—I reach slide my
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
original "Inscription" to the 1867 edition, ultimately appearing under the title "Small the Theme of My
the undulation of your one wave, its trick to me transfer W C ould you but breathe one breath upon my
The first several lines of the poem were published in 1880 as "My Picture-Gallery.
.— wood-duck on my distan le around. purposes, nd white playing within me the tufted crown intentional
/ It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life. / My tread scares the wood-drake and
wood-duck on my distant and daylong ramble, / They rise together, they slowly circle around. / . . .
Hear my fife!—I am a recruiter Who Come, who will join my troop?
first several lines of "Pictures" (not including this line) were eventually revised and published as "My
Hear my fife
first several lines of "Pictures" (not including this line) were eventually revised and published as "My
of the poem (not including this line) were revised and published in The American in October 1880 as "My
not included in any subsequent editions of Leaves, Whitman did include it in the 1891 volume Good-Bye My
not included in any subsequent editions of Leaves, Whitman did include it in the 1891 volume Good-Bye My
not included in any subsequent editions of Leaves, Whitman did include it in the 1891 volume Good-Bye My
Nor for myself—my own rebellious self in thee?
.— what my touch wanted any thing whatever I wanted.— Surely I am out of my head!
I am lost to myself and someth something else Nature in another form has laid down in my place.
manuscript appeared as the following, in the poem eventually titled "Song of Myself": "All I mark as my
He swoops by me, and rebukes me hoarse ly with his invitation; He complains with sarcastic voice of my
roughs, a kosmos" (1855, p. 29) and "The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me . . . . he complains of my
gab and my loitering. / I too am not a bit tamed . . . .
In a the garden, the world, I, a new Adam, again wander, Curious, here behold my resurrection after ages
is wondrous—I am myself most wondrous, The All is I have con I exist, I peer and penetrate still, By my
jibs appear in the offing—steamers with pennants of smoke— and under the noonday forenoon sun Where my
Where my gaze as now sweeps ocean river and bay.
Have lost my recognition of your silent ever-swaying power, ye mighty, elemental throes, In which and
of Grass, eventually titled "Song of Myself": "The supernatural of no account . . . . myself waiting my
first several lines of "Pictures" (not including these lines) were eventually revised and published as "My
first several lines of "Pictures" (not including these lines) were eventually revised and published as "My
The first several lines of "Pictures" (not including this line) were revised and published as "My Picture-Gallery
Because I am in my place what of that? The perfect male and female are everywhere in their place.
the 1855 edition of Leaves of Grass, later titled "Song of Myself": "I resist anything better than my
own diversity, / And breathe the air and leave plenty after me, / And am not stuck up, and am in my
Now I laugh content, for I hear the voice of my little captain,(says my grandmother's father;) We have
my Captain!
O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! 1 O CAPTAIN! my captain!
Leave you not the little spot, Where on the deck my captain lies.
Fallen cold and dead. 2 O captain! my captain!
my best as for a purpose, Unbuttoning my clothes and holding me by the bare waist, Deluding my confusion
My Soul!
We closed with him . . . . the yards entangled . . . . the cannon touched, My captain lashed fast with
I laughed content when I heard the voice of my little captain, We have not struck, he composedly cried
Come my children, Come my boys and girls, and my women and household and intimates, Now the performer
He swears to his art, I will not be meddlesome, I will not have in my writing any elegance or effect
What I experience or portray shall go from my composition without a shred of my composition.
You shall stand by my side and look in the mirror with me.
Is it uniform with my country? Are its disposals without ignominious distinctions?
what answers for me an American must answer for any individual or nation that serves for a part of my
my best as for a purpose, Unbuttoning my clothes and holding me by the bare waist, Deluding my confusion
My Soul!
We closed with him . . . . the yards entangled . . . . the cannon touched, My captain lashed fast with
I laughed content when I heard the voice of my little captain, We have not struck, he composedly cried
Come my children, Come my boys and girls, and my women and household and intimates, Now the performer
COME closer to me, Push close my lovers and take the best I possess, Yield closer and closer and give
I will have my own whoever enjoys me, I will be even with you, and you shall be even with me.
become so for your sake; If you remember your foolish and outlawed deeds, do you think I cannot remember my
am this day just as much in love with them as you, But I am eternally in love with you and with all my
friendly companions, I intend to reach them my hand and make as much of them as I do of men and women
How perfect is my soul! How perfect the earth, and the minutest thing upon it!
O 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.
Leaves of Grass, "I Wander All Night in My Vision," Leaves of Grass.
My hands are spread forth . .
I descend my western course . . . . my sinews are flaccid, Perfume and youth course through me, and I
darn my grandson's stockings.
though I lie so sleepy and sluggish, my tap is death.
curious breathing laughing flesh is enough, To pass among them . . to touch any one . . . . to rest my
As I see my soul reflected in nature . . . . as I see through a mist one with inexpress- ible inexpressible
Features of my equals, would you trick me with your creased and cadaverous march?
I saw the face of the most smeared and slobbering idiot they had at the asylum, And I knew for my consolation
what they knew not; I knew of the agents that emptied and broke my brother, The same wait to clear the
Come nigh to me limber-hip'd man and give me your finger and thumb, Stand at my side till I lean as high
Fill me with albescent honey . . . . bend down to me, Rub to me with your chafing beard . . rub to my
And I stood before the young man face to face, and took his right hand in my left hand and his left hand
in my right hand, And I answered for his brother and for men . . . . and I answered for the poet, and
to the President at his levee, And he says Good day my brother, to Cudge that hoes in the sugarfield;
Then the mechanics take him for a mechanic, And the soldiers suppose him to be a captain . . . . and
Leaves of Grass, "Who Learns My Lesson Complete?" WHO learns my lesson complete?
as every one is immortal, I know it is wonderful . . . . but my eyesight is equally wonderful . . . .
and how I was conceived in my mother's womb is equally wonderful, And how I was not palpable once but
thirty-six years old in 1855 . . . . and that I am here anyhow—are all equally wonderful; And that my
Orleans, San Francisco, The departing ships, when the sailors heave at the capstan; —Evening—me in my
room—the setting sun, The setting summer sun shining in my open window, showing the swarm of flies,
, futurity, In space, the sporades, the scatter'd islands, the stars— on the firm earth, the lands, my
thereof—and no less in myself than the whole of the Mannahatta in itself, Singing the song of These, my
my lands are inevitably united, and made ONE IDENTITY; Nativities, climates, the grass of the great
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!
You objects that call from diffusion my meanings, and give them shape!
Why are there men and women that while they are nigh me, the sun-light expands my blood!
Why, when they leave me, do my pennants of joy sink flat and lank?
It is safe—I have tried it—my own feet have tried it well. Allons! be not detain'd!
I give you my hand!
all—aplomb in the midst of irrational things, Imbued as they—passive, receptive, silent as they, Finding my
woods, or of any farm-life of These States, or of the coast, or the lakes, or Kanada, Me, wherever my
As I Lay With My Head in Your Lap, Camerado. As I Lay with my Head in your Lap, Camerado.
As I lay with my head in your lap, Camerado, The confession I made I resume—what I said to you and the
open air I resume: I know I am restless, and make others so; I know my words are weapons, full of danger