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constipation, & bad kidney tribulation, day & night—but I am up & dressed & sitting here by the fire, & my

Baxter has gone to Arizona, & left bust in my care.

Kennedy My idea is to charge $5. or a guinea for the vol. & print it in good style.

Sometime when you are sending you can return me the article for my collection.

I keep up my spirits as well as I can, but find it all pretty depressing.

Whitman occasionally referred to Stafford as "My (adopted) son" (as in a December 13, 1876, letter to

I have told my mother & sister about you all. I send my love to William.

Tell Charles Eldridge too I send him my love.

Nelly, I am writing this from my room at my mother's house.

My sister Martha is untiring, feeding & nursing him.

My brother Jeff is well—he is a noble young man & one to love.

Behold me where I pass—hear my voice—approach, Touch me—touch the palm of your hand to my Body as I pass

; Be not afraid of my Body.

early in the morning, Walking forth from the bower refresh'd with sleep, Behold me where I pass, hear my

voice, approach, Touch me, touch the palm of your hand to my body as I pass, Be not afraid of my body

early in the morning, Walking forth from the bower refresh'd with sleep, Behold me where I pass, hear my

voice, approach, Touch me, touch the palm of your hand to my body as I pass, Be not afraid of my body

early in the morning, Walking forth from the bower, refresh'd with sleep; Behold me where I pass—hear my

voice—approach, Touch me—touch the palm of your hand to my Body as I pass; Be not afraid of my Body.

"My hot-blood days are all gone, now, all gone—it is the evening chill!"

Wondered what my notion was about Moore: "Why do you suppose he wrote you?

Of course, I don't know any more about it than you do, but I give you my guess.

(My own position on these theological disputes ought to be understood—to have no part in them.

And thank God I have room for all—I take up my skirts for no one!)

Long for my soul, hungering gymnastic, I devour'd what the earth gave me; Long I roam'd the woods of

O wild as my heart, and powerful!)

wonder, yet pensive and masterful; All the menacing might of the globe uprisen around me; Yet there with my

; —Long had I walk'd my cities, my country roads, through farms, only half satisfied; One doubt, nauseous

longer wait—I am fully satisfied—I am glutted; I have witness'd the true lightning—I have witness'd my

Long for my soul, hungering gymnastic, I devour'd what the earth gave me; Long I roam'd the woods of

O wild as my heart, and powerful!)

wonder, yet pensive and masterful; All the menacing might of the globe uprisen around me; Yet there with my

; Long had I walk'd my cities, my country roads, through farms, only half satisfied; One doubt, nauseous

longer wait—I am fully satisfied—I am glutted; I have witness'd the true lighting—I have witness'd my

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.

HERE the frailest leaves of me, and yet my strongest- lasting strongest-lasting : Here I shade and hide

my thoughts—I myself do not expose them, And yet they expose me more than all my other poems.

HERE the frailest leaves of me, and yet my strongest- lasting strongest-lasting : Here I shade down and

hide my thoughts—I do not expose them, And yet they expose me more than all my other poems.

Armory Sq Hospital,Sunday Evening Oct 4Dear Madam,Your letter reached me this forenoon with the $30 for my

Who put you on to my secret?" "It's not even a secret—anybody might know it who looked."

My nature, my temperament, my blood, should take me close to the Teuton."

Here was my first tally of life—here were my first tries with the lute—in that book I am just like a

for two hours on my tin horn."

My dear Traubel,Hearty thanks for your letters to myself.Johnston, Wallace & Carpenter have sent on to

correspondence, & to sympathise most deeply in all your hours.And there I have your photograph upon my

It revolutionized my previous conceptions, & made me another man. Revolution is always a bad thing.

previous environment and my own feeble self.I pour all this out upon you now, because, while Whitman

Glad you have my book. Have you two nurses now?

This suggested my remark: "Garland asked that you send an autograph copy to Howells."

I wrote down what came into my head at the time—what then seemed required."

"No—I had my doubts the other night but they were only momentary doubts.

My surprise is, how they can receive me?

Your book, always to be handed down and transferred by my clan, reached me on my fifty-fifth birthday

"Here are the proofs—but, Horace, do not rely upon my readings.

In fact, all my experiences South—all my experiences in the hospitals, among the soldiers in the crowds

Then read.Montenotte, Cork,Sept. 3, 1872.My dear Mr.

My address is as before, 50, Wellington Road, Dublin.

He took my hand—pressed it fervently. "I am in luck. Are you?

Bucke to my left.

My friends do not realize my condition. They persist in imagining that I am like them."

: "Have you noticed my chair?

"My supper is my main meal now.

Speaking of my trip he said that he had felt uneasy in consequence of my late arrival.

Bucke calls this my 'bible.'

It is about my dear sister at Burlington.

It is written by a woman who helps my sister: my sister has jaundice—is in bed—can do little for herself

Conway always excites both my interest and my suspicion."

W. said last: "How can I ever pay my debt to you?"

"I go from my bed to the chair—from my chair to the bed—again and again—never staying long in either

place, never losing altogether the sense of lethargy which characterizes my present condition.

"I feel keenly my mental shakeup—my loss of continuity: my overwhelming weariness.

He knew of my special interest in his hospital records. "Yes—read it—keep it, if you like.

I send my thanks and love to yourself, your sister, husband, and the sisters Wigglesworth.

If I can make that much gain I may be able to do my work.

Clifford wrote today: "My love to dear Walt Whitman.

He raised his head from the pillow: "My love to dear John Clifford!

I often find myself misplacing names, things—find that I must go back and rectify my errors—retrace my

steps—review my work."

He passed slowly over to the chair, leaning the one side on the cane, the other on my arm.

"My father was always a Democrat—a Democrat of the old school." "Was he anti-slavery?"

He went on to say, however, anent my remark that nearly all Quakers were opposed to slavery: "My father

"They make quite a bulk: I gave them to my own people—my dear friends: some of them close, O so close

My relations with the boys there in Washington had fatherly, motherly, brotherly intimations— touched

cuss did me lots of good: he left me temporarily in a quarrelsome mood: I hated the room here, and my

lame leg, and my dizzy head: I got hungry for the sun again, for the hills: and though Mary brought

me up a good supper she didn't bring the sort of food required to satisfy a fellow with my appetite.

But later, next day, yesterday, the tramp's gift got into my veins—it was a slow process, but got there

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

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

10 th 89 O Good Gray Poet, When I read the notes on your life made by Ernest Rhys the tears came to my

feeling of the boundlessness of the universe, of the greatness of a man—perhaps, only perhaps, it may be my

glory to help others to "justify" your work; it surely is my heart's desire.

My excuse for writing you is the sending of a book; a first utterance, called "Voices & Undertones"—it

431 Stevens Street Camden New Jersey Jan: 15 '81 My dear friend As I have not rec'd received the proof

In the Feb: February N A North American Review there is a piece of mine about Poetry (a good many of my

send to Mr Rice, the editor, or Mr Metcalf the business manager, & I think get the sheets—you can use my

name— Walt Whitman Should you notice, send to me In my last I addressed you at 757 Broadway—is either

Dear Pete, I am having a better time here than I had my last visit.

swimming— Mother is only middling—has some pretty bad spells with rheumatism—will break up here, & go with my

It is either $120 (or $130, I am not sure—but I have a memorandum in my desk at Washington)—I am feeling

real well, & hope you are too, my loving boy.

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

Dear brother I hardly know what to say to you in this letter for it is my first one to you but it will

not be my last I should have written to you before but I am not a great hand at written and I have ben

very buisy fixing my tent for this winter and I hope you will forgive me and in the future I will do

I send you my love and best wishes. Good by from Your Brother, Sergt Thomas P Sawyer P.S. 

Or during my tedious sickness and first paralysis ( '73 1873 ) how you used to come to my solitary garret-room

and make up my bed, and enliven me, and chat for an hour or so—or perhaps go out and get the medicines

Pete, give my love to dear Mrs. and Mr.

From to-day I enter upon my 64th year.

I easily tire, am very clumsy, cannot walk far; but my spirits are first-rate.

or boat, hundreds of miles—live largely in the open air—am sunburnt and stout, (weigh 190)—keep up my

But the principal object of my life seems to have been accomplish'd accomplished —I have the most devoted

"My eyes are feeling pretty badly, and yesterday and to-day I consulted Dr.

I have lost my poise in walking and cannot promenade at all.

I go out every day in my carriage, and a friend of mine, Willie Duckett, a neighbor's little boy, always

I still retain my hopeful, bouyant spirits. I feel better to-night than I have for several days."

What do my shouts amid lightnings and raging winds mean?)

(I bequeath them to you, my children, I tell them to you, for reasons, O bridegroom and bride.)

(Know, I am a man, attracting, at any time, her I but look upon, or touch with the tips of my fingers

, Or that touches my face, or leans against me.)

To rise thither with my inebriate Soul! To be lost, if it must be so!

My dear friend, Your letter has reached me here, & it is a real comfort to hear from Bethuel once more

interesting—when I think of those old times in the hospital & our being together, you seem to me like my

Bethuel, I enclose an envelope for you—dear boy, I want you to write me a good long letter—my best best

Smith, I thank you for writing to me, it has done me good—I send my best respects & love to you—& my

I have been at work all this morning getting ready my first lecture on insanity for the students; which

evening about 7 o'clock—All yesterday I was very busy looking into matters which had accumulated in my

absence and today, as I have said, about my lecture.

I found Mrs Bucke and all the children quite well on my return and Horace will tell you all about them

I have been showing Horace something of my W.W. collection and H. is to take some copies of L. of G.

Aug 9 '78 431 Stevens Street Camden New Jersey U S America My dear Mr Child I rec'd received your kind

Keep cheery, but remain a partial paralytic—I have now an edition of my works in Two Volumes (see Circular

herewith) which I have got out here & job & sell myself —(as the publishers positively wont publish me & my

wish any, the price would be $3.50 a —I send you a copy of Two Rivulets , as a little present, with my

regards—Any thing you meet alluding to me, or criticizing, or that you think will interest me, send me, my

Iu .5 Camden Sept: 29 1890 Dear friend, Yr's just came telling me of y'r moving—As you don't mention my

If so, let them go—I wanted to go on record embalming (as much as I could) my tribute of dear W[illiam

I continue on ab't the same—slowly letting down peg after peg—my mind & my right arm remain'g abt the

I am sitting in my room in Mickle Street in the big old ratan chair with wolf-skin spread on back—have

almost human tenderness in the atmosphere, to get up and go out, and as I was being wheeled about by my

But I staid just a little too long in my unaccustomed wanderings, because I had not been out before during

It was after sunset when I got back to my home, and I enjoyed my supper better than I had for many a

I can read the magazines, and my friends from abroad keep me advised as to what is going on in the world

Philp, just starting for London, a copy of my Poems, prepared with care for the printers, with reference

I wish to send you, as also to those other friends & well-wishers whom it seems I have in England, my

Many serious & wonderful things have occurred in our dear country, since you & I last met, my friend.

Philp leaves Washington this evening, & I must hasten my letter.

the Attorney General's Office here, of pay sufficient, & duties entirely agreeable & consistent with my

My sister Martha at St. Louis was not in good health at last accounts.

will tell you further—Beulah asked much about you & William, and Jeannie— Nothing special with me or my

As it turns out, my death by railroad smash permeated the lower orders, (I suppose at second & third

My true love to you both—Jeannie, my darling, a kiss for you—good bye, Nelly dear— Walt The following

Walt you know wat what good times Petter and your selfe self and me had together Walt how is Harry my

not Receved Received no answer as yet but you must tell him that you have herd heard from me and give my

love to him and take a good share your self give my love to all the Boys on the Rail Road as mr sailor

to go to the D. and so forth Walt I want you to write to me as soon as you get this you must excuse my

me George D Cole Tottenville Staten Island in care of Cap t JW Sprague how is old car no number 29 my

I loafe and invite my soul. I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of sum- mer summer grass.

My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from this soil, this air, Born here of parents born here from

stuck up, and am in my place.

Now comes a passage remarkable for its nobility: "With music strong I come, with my cornets and my drums

I beat and pound for the dead, I blow through my embouchures my loudest and gayest for them.

My morning's round took me to W.'s.

Could then only leave my order. Wrote Creelman.

—seeing an open paper in my hands.

Imparted substance of my correspondence with Creelman.

, and so on—that is the nature of my desires.

streets, among people again—the blare, everything—I was totally blinded, almost—everything obfuscated—my

head swam, my hearing dulled—all my senses seemed to desert me.

I could not stand it—my brain whirled—was in a ferment.

And it was a revelation to me of two things: my sight is going—going markedly—and I am weak—very weak—my

W. afterwards, "I wore my new hat today. It made a great dash."

I think the dinner my good friends gave me recently, at Morgan's Hall, gave me a new lease of life.

"At least here I am surrounded by my books, and the roses you see my friends send me daily.

Arnold, you are right welcome to my home."

My second wife, you know, was an American lady, and that gives me a claim on your people.

There was no ceremoniousness about my visit to the President, and as a journalist I liked my brief talk

Sleep-Chasings SLEEP-CHASINGS. 1 I WANDER all night in my vision, Stepping with light feet, swiftly and

Receive me and my lover too—he will not let me go without him.

my clothes were stolen while I was abed, Now I am thrust forth, where shall I run?

carefully darn my grandson's stockings.

How he informs against my brother and sister, and takes pay for their blood!

I wish each to be told my remembrance (or to see this letter if convenient).

positions & ideas in your Westminster article—and radiating from the central point of assumption of my

I would say that (as you of course see) the spine or verteber principle of my book is a model or ideal

(And I want my friends, indeed, when writing for publication about my poetry, to present its gay-heartedness

And now, my dear friend, I must close.

THAT shadow, my likeness, that goes to and fro, seek- ing seeking a livelihood, chattering, chaffering

it where it flits, How often I question and doubt whether that is really me; But in these, and among my

lovers, and carolling my songs, O I never doubt whether that is really me.

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

Whitman tells us, "Ever since what might be call'd thought, or the budding of thought, fairly began in my

I felt it all as positively then in my young days as I do now in my old ones; to formulate a poem whose

My book ought to emanate buoyancy and gladness legitimately enough, for it was grown out of those elements

, and has been the comfort of my life since it was originally commenced."

But he admitted: "I am more and more sensitive to the cold: my inanimate limbs."

W., after his laugh over my repetition of this, added: "I am not surprised: no doubt I should disfavor

If you can, go in to see him—give him my reiterated request for proofs—tell him I must on no account

No man has suffered worse than I have from editors who insist they can read my proofs better than I can

I should have done it long ago—I feel some embarrassment in my neglect—for it is a neglect."