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Deliriate, thus prelude what is generated, offering these, offering myself, Bathing myself, bathing my
songs in Sex, Offspring of my loins.
Deliriate, thus prelude what is generated, offering these, offering myself, Bathing myself, bathing my
songs in Sex, Offspring of my loins.
Deliriate, thus prelude what is generated, offering these, offering myself, Bathing myself, bathing my
songs in Sex, Offspring of my loins.
(For what is my life, or any man's life, but a conflict with foes—the old, the incessant war?)
painful and choked articulations—you mean- nesses meannesses ; You shallow tongue-talks at tables, (my
resolutions, you racking angers, you smoth- er'd smother'd ennuis; Ah, think not you finally triumph—My
poverties, wincings, and sulky retreats, Ah you foes that in conflict have overcome me, (For what is my
You toil of painful and choked articulations, you meannesses, You shallow tongue-talks at tables, (my
Ah think not you finally triumph, my real self has yet to come forth, It shall yet march forth o'ermastering
poverties, wincings, and sulky retreats, Ah you foes that in conflict have overcome me, (For what is my
You toil of painful and choked articulations, you meannesses, You shallow tongue-talks at tables, (my
Ah think not you finally triumph, my real self has yet to come forth, It shall yet march forth o'ermastering
(For what is my life, or any man's life, but a conflict with foes—the old, the incessant war?)
painful and choked articulations—you mean- nesses meannesses ; You shallow tongue-talks at tables, (my
You broken resolutions, you racking angers, you smother'd ennuis; Ah, think not you finally triumph—My
On the reverse (nyp.00100) is a fragment related to the poem eventually titled Who Learns My Lesson Complete
Draft lines on the back of this manuscript leaf relate to the poem eventually titled "Who Learns My Lesson
Song of Myself": "Echos, ripples, and buzzed whispers . . . . loveroot, silkthread, crotch and vine, / My
respiration and inspiration . . . . the beating of my heart . . . . the passing of blood and air through
my lungs, / The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore and darkcolored sea- rocks, and
.; Draft lines on the back of this manuscript leaf relate to the poem eventually titled "Who Learns My
This man (whose frame, as I afterward found, was no mean type of the generous heart within) came to my
bed, sat down, & after some talk with me wrote a letter to my parents in Michigan.
This act secured my gratitude & we became intimately acquainted & close friends—Being furloughed in July
an ugly bullet hole through my left lung that time finding a lodgment at Armory Sqr.
My friend was still in Washington, we met, & our intimacy was renewed and again abruptly broken off in
March 25, 188 3 Walt Whitman My old time friend Do you ever think of the boy that you found sick in the
Whitman:— Dear Sir:— I am collecting the autographs of famous men and I would like to have yours in my
3-12-1890 Walt Whitman, My Dear Friend:— Allow me to express my ineffable gratefulness to you for the
immense delight your "Leaves of Grass" have thrilled me with, in the form of a few of my rhapsodies
under the ban of your warm regards for my poetic productions—(properly belonging to the 21 & 22 centuries
poems, which were received with much pleasure by the public—But they were the poorest specimens of my
work—Had it been otherwise—that is, one of my most select copies,—the people would have recoiled from
have a favorable opportunity, by means of a visitor to the hospital, who is now sitting by the side of my
called upon me & given me a few trifles——— Dear friend, I wish you would say to Mrs Rice I send her my
the face of a friend,—I wish you would write me a good long letter, some of you my dear friends, as
a letter from home is very acceptable in hospital——— My diarrhea is still somewhat troublesome, yet I
please put a stamp on & write to me—Please give my love to the friends in the village & tell them I
In 1888, after Alcott's death, Whitman said, "Alcott was always my friend" (With Walt Whitman 1:333)
In 1888, after Alcott's death, Whitman said, "Alcott was always my friend" (With Walt Whitman 1:333)
R Bedford Penn a Pennsylvania July 31st 85 My Dear Mr Whitman I am here in these mountains and all around
I will follow in the footsteps of my parents as in their young days they did the very same thing.
Having been told so many times at my mothers knee of how she did these things when she was young.
Soul to do these things over again as my parents did them.
I see many friends and many who were friends of my Father and Mother.
My dear Whitman, I received this morning from an old friend (Mr.
England 31 st May 1890 Dear Sir Many people in this country, who are admirers of my brother Edward Carpenter
Hoping you will pardon my presumpt ion & kindly accede to my request, Believe me to be Yours truly Alfred
Whitman: "Because you have, as it were, given me a ground for the love of men I thank you continually in my
Walt Whitman My name is not for publication, though if my subscription were for five thousand dollars
You perhaps remember calling on me 3 or 4 years ago, when I lent you my diary of the war days from which
If you are in present straits, I will enclose you my little offering at once without waiting for a formal
New York 7th June 1879 My recollection of what Miss — told me on the Friday evening, just one week after
well, & recollect asking Miss — at what point in it the tragedy occurred, but her answer has escaped my
part of the stories told I knew from competent & trustworthy sources & also, in a small measure, from my
Holsman Mansion Passaic, New Jersey 9 June '79 My dear Mr Whitman, I got yours of the 24th ult. & also
I enclose a copy of the selections you made from my journal, and also an account of the information Miss
for those loose sheets which I used sometimes to resort to, partly because I was accustomed to write my
, & it strikes me I have in my portfolios much that is better than that, unprinted.
office in the city, as my letters are forwarded every day.
My Dear Sir I had the honor to recive the fiew lines you addressed to me, which was delivered by my particular
In my humble opinion there is nothing so well calculated to inspire a soldier with new courage and fresh
acquaintance may ripen into a mutual attachment The preasent you sent me I received for which accept my
My dear Walt Whitman (Somehow the Mr does not come well before Walt Whitman).
broken ground, glad also that you find something to approve of in a work so utterly unlike your own as my
I am this morning starting with my wife & Sons on a tour to the Continent.
in an extreme hurry, packing up & after these few words must bid you goodbye, not without expressing my
My dear Sir: Mr.
that he had brought your books with him from America, a gift from you, and that they were lying in my
London chambers; Whereupon I wrote back to him, begging him to bring them himself to me at my country
I have now just called at my London lodgings, and found them on the table.
I had previously met with several of your works and read them with interest and had made up my mind that
My dear W. W.
It is postmarked: SCHOOL GREEN | B | MY 14 | 91 | ISLE OF WIGHT; A; RECEIVED | May | 24 | 12 | 12 | ;
Dear old man, I the elder old man have received your Article in the Critic, & send you in return my thanks
blowing softlier & warmlier on your good gray head than here, where it is rocking the elms & ilexes of my
August 24th 1878 My dear Walt Whitman I am not overfond of letter-writing—rather hate it indeed—I am
As to myself I am pretty well for my time of life—sixty nine on the sixth of this month—but somewhat
troubled about my eyes—for I am not only the shortest-sighted man in England—but have a great black island
However my oculist informs me that I shall not go blind, & bids me as much as possible spare my eyes,
My younger son Lionel (whom you inquire about) was married to the daughter of F.
This is the first letter I have written for weeks, and I am afraid I write rather obscurely, for my hand
did not answer and acknowledge them I regret to have done so; but if you knew how great the mass of my
Walt Whitman Dear Friend I am now at my own home but hav not got my discharge yet.
I have to go back to rochester to get my discharge. the day that I left thare went to the patent ofice
them kicked me on the forehead and then they start to run and the wagon wheel struck me on the back of my
My friends their respects Please if get this rite and if you will Please to sennd me that potographs
Dublin, 18/2 187 6 My dear Mr Whitman I send you an order for 39/= for a copy of your works the $10 edition
I must say that I only know Mr Dowden casually—a person of my world cannot aspire to much acquaintance
My knowledge of literature is very slight—I have not the critical insight into things that he has Dear
My having been obliged to give up all idea of a separate life for myself beyond the grave, forces me
Those fellows have one virtue—they always use good paper: and on that I manage to do a good deal of my
Am so filled with gratitude can scarce express my feelings.
Tis the first time I have had the pleasure of gazing up on the picture of my Great Great Uncle Elias
I have patiently submited to the will of God, it is through him I breathe, live, and have my being.
barefooted every few minutes now and then in some neighboring black ooze, for unctuous mud- baths to my
A.MS. draft and notes.loc.00287xxx.00263[All my emprises]about 1874poetryhandwritten1 leaf; A draft of
[All my emprises]
celebrated physician remark, in speaking of the decay of health in metropolitan life,—“I should despair of my
"History of My Whitman Studies." Walt Whitman Quarterly Review 9 (1991): 91–100. Blair, Stanley S.
my love to a living soul.
I glory in my mutability and my vast receptivity; I glory in having no unalterable opinions.
I glory in my invincible supremacy over prejudice, my superb contempt for custom.
He is the author of all my suffering, but he hath redeemed my soul. (And alas!
Nor am I less thine equal on account of my years.
I could not but warmly respond to that which is actually personal: I do it with my whole heart."
every experience and aspiration; and I hope to open the cover—turn the pages, point to the lines, for my
f'm my friend Mrs: Johnston | NY 305 17 th Street East Our dear Uncle Walt.
Nothing could surpass the filial love she has given me: the confidence in my judgment: the loving obedience
Friend Walter, Sir accordain to promis I now embrace this opportunity of informing you of my Safe arrival
My Friends gave me a warm reception Such as how are you Bush got robed did you &c I told them how it
I had the pleasure of meeting my Capt G.
laugh at me for not being sharper I told them it would be all right in cours of time live & learn is my
If you dont I do and I long for to see mine very much and I think she will want to see me— give my letter
I am glad to report that I enjoyed my Self finely and had a gay time.
I expected to be in Washington before this on my way Home to get my rights, if I dont get it I will not
play Tell Miss Felton that I never will forget theWatter cooler of Ward P. and as there are some of my
Friends that I have omited on account of names I hope you will as[k] Pardon in my behalf. tell Brown
My Love & best Wishes to all I will close Hoping to Here from you soon.
Please to remember me to Miss Lowell Brown , Benedict, Bartlett, & Chas Cate —also to all others of my
I had a very pleasant passage and enjoyed the ride very much but yet I found that my wounds were somewhat
how things are moving and will be much pleased to hear from you and I will try to write you more in my
Will you give my love to Mrs. Davis?
My visits to you this winter have been such a pleasure to me & it is one of my greatest regrets in leaving
I can hardly realize that I shall see all my dear family so soon.
Please give my love to Mrs. Davis, & keep a great deal for yourself, my dear, dear friend.
So all my time will be taken up with him.
I am not accustomed thus to present my claim to acquaintanceship with writers.
I will believe this also, adding it to my "creed" the "I believes", of my religion which years ago I
I was certain my dear brother would not ask me to read a bad book.
That was my hour of triumph for my poet. For I had heard Mr.
If I were younger I would strive with all my to do something worthy of my worship of your genius, worthy
first published in the New York publication Truth on 19 March 1891 and was later reprinted in Good-Bye My
"If I worship one thing more than another," he proclaims, "it shall be the spread of my own body" ("Song
"Whitman's Image of Voice: To the Tally of my Soul." Walt Whitman. Modern Critical Views. Ed.