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daughters, sons, preluding, The love, the life of their bodies, meaning and being, Curious, here behold my

cycles, in their wide sweep, having brought me again, Amorous, mature—all beautiful to me—all wondrous; My

wondrous; Existing, I peer and penetrate still, Content with the present—content with the past, By my

daughters, sons, preluding, The love, the life of their bodies, meaning and being, Curious, here behold my

cycles, in their wide sweep, having brought me again, Amorous, mature—all beautiful to me—all wondrous; My

wondrous; Existing, I peer and penetrate still, Content with the present—content with the past, By my

daughters, sons, preluding, The love, the life of their bodies, meaning and being, Curious here behold my

cycles in their wide sweep having brought me again, Amorous, mature, all beautiful to me, all wondrous, My

wondrous, Existing I peer and penetrate still, Content with the present, content with the past, By my

daughters, sons, preluding, The love, the life of their bodies, meaning and being, Curious, here behold my

wide sweep, having brought me again, Amorous, mature—all beautiful to me—all won- drous wondrous , My

wondrous; Existing, I peer and penetrate still, Content with the present—content with the past, By my

daughters, sons, preluding, The love, the life of their bodies, meaning and being, Curious here behold my

cycles in their wide sweep having brought me again, Amorous, mature, all beautiful to me, all wondrous, My

wondrous, Existing I peer and penetrate still, Content with the present, content with the past, By my

words of Two Veterans for musical publication—& also give permission for further musical adaptation of my

pieces—Am curious to see how they go—Am sure I sh'd should be impress'd impressed and pleased—My western

trip has worked well—My health is about the same as of late years— When the music is printed—(if printed

Caranne, 153, Boulevard Saint-Germain, Paris. 11 Juillet 1891 Reached Paris, exceedingly tired, but my

Send me papers and works: my permanent address is my uncle's, in the country, as follows: M.

the Attorney General that in any changes in the Solicitor Treasury's office, I be not disturbed in my

position as clerk in that office—all my duties to the government being & having been thoroughly & regularly

performed there, by a substitute, during my illness.

Washington Feb. 8;—noon— (sitting up on the side of my bed.)

dear, dear sister Matty — O how I have been thinking of you, & shall all day—I have not now the use of my

Louis—I can but send you my love, dear, dear sister— Your unhappy, sorrowful, loving brother Walt Walt

My feet strike an apex of the apices of the stairs, On every step bunches of ages, and larger bunches

Cycles ferried my cradle, rowing and rowing like cheerful boatmen, For room to me stars kept aside in

I open my scuttle at night and see the far-sprinkled systems, And all I see multiplied as high as I can

; No friend of mine takes his ease in my chair;— I have no chair, no church, no philosophy, I lead no

man to a dinner-table, library, exchange; But each man and each woman of you I lead upon a knoll, My

—I think profoundly of my friends—though I cannot write to them by the post office.

—I write to them more to my satisfaction, through my poems.— Tell Hector I thank him heartily for his

—I am so non–polite—so habitually wanting in my responses and ceremonies.

—I not only assured him of my retaining faith in that sect, but that I had perfect faith in all sects

—They retard my book very much.—It is worse than ever.

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.

I come," she cried, in toneLike sweetest siren song,"Though I have tarried long,I come, my own, my own

Thou art too late; in soothNaught earthly makes me glad;Where wert thou in my mad,My eager, fiery youth

Nay, grieve not thine," she said,"For I have loved full oft,And at my lovers scoffed,Alive to woo them

s "sonorous verse," W. thereupon: "That sounds good: I hope the verse is sonorous: I have my many many

"Take these—mere reminders—with my remembrance, my affection."

And to my questions: "I should not object to appearing in Scribner's if they paid me for it.

I have been so often cuffed—met not only incivility but downright and cowardly insult—I must pick my

Nov. 24, 18 68 Dearest Mother, I suppose you got my letter last Saturday, 21st—All goes along at present

last—To-day it is very fine—I should like to be with you on Thanksgiving, Thursday—I shall take dinner at my

Benedict told me yesterday to bring any of my friends to dinner I wanted to—I still have the same room—I

the office that keep me hard at it— Love to you, dearest mother—& to all— I have had to scratch off my

letter in a hurry, but I wanted you to have something, according to promise in my last.

Anderton, near Chorley Lancashire, England 5 June 1891 My dear Friend, Your most kind letter of May 23

Thank you from my heart.

And yet, my loved friend & master, I know in my heart of hearts that all is well, that "Love like the

God's blessing upon you, & my tenderest love— Wallace James W. Wallace to Walt Whitman, 5 June 1891

Whitman— I have taken so much pleasure of late in re-reading your work that I would not render my spiritual

I have read "Pioneers, O Pioneers" over and over again to my many friends, who study not books but life

I have your picture in my room, and I never see it or take up your book without feeling what a glorious

I send you a few poems of my own. I shall be glad if they please you.

I am not a person that makes literary visits, but I wish that I could meet you this summer, on my return

Syracuse Dec 27th/68 Walt Whitman Dear Friend I suppose you will think by this time that I have forgotten my

Dear old Friend by my long silence & neglect to answer your letter, or acknowledge the receipt of your

think of you & promise myself that I will not delay writing to you any longer but as often I break my

My health is very good. Father has been quite sick for a week but is improving now.

York next summer & cannot come up and make me a short visit let me know when you are coming and if my

& was glad to hear from you—I am still in a pretty bad way—I am writing this over at the office, at my

desk, but feel to-day more like laying down than sitting up—I do not walk any better, & my head has

strength—very slowly—& shall yet get well as ever — Every thing goes on about the same, in the sphere of my

is impossible in reality— I got a long letter from Dowden —he mentions you—As I sit I look over from my

were men out there in their shirt-sleeves raking it up—I have a big bunch of lilacs in a pitcher in my

My Dear friend Walt I now take my pen in hand to let you know how I am getting along I am in very good

health at present & I hope you are the same. my father is not very well at present he has been Laid

I bought some medicine for a freind friend of my fathers & he gave me the money to pay for them & I Spent

Robbins & then I will be Disgraced & Discarged Discharged I asked my Sister to lend three & she would

matter with me now—I fear he is having a bad time—& think of him much—Nothing very different or new in my

affairs—my "cold in the head" still hangs on—some twinge of bladder trouble, but nothing serious—upon

Wednesday 20th —Sunny & cool & fine to-day—My brother Jeff from St Louis (topographical engineer) here

—(as he grows older, we look curiously alike—you would know he was my brother)—he is not well, stomach

the tel[egram] that you w'd not start till next Monday—bowel action this mn'g—am sitting as usual by my

Belmont Mass Oct 3. 89 Dear Old Quaker Friend of the horse-taming sea kings of Long Island: My thorn

He drew those pictures of yr home for my book; but takes the blackguard view of you.

My dame laid him out flat after calling on you. She can do such things, is keen as steel.

White's pitiful parody of L of G. in my face & thot he had floord me, he said he ahd heard that Edwin

I have to do it for my writings now.

Sept: 19 Perfect sunny day—am feeling pretty well—grip palpable tho'—(cold in the head feeling)—ate my

breakfast with rather subdued appetite—bowel action this forenoon—miss Mrs: D[avis] somewhat —call f'm my

New York decidedly, but it is probable they will have it in Phila: —there is some opposition to me or my

his endorsement & advocacy, & think that speech at the Reisser dinner one of the chief pinnacles of my

snakes & bed-bugs are not half as loathesome as some humans can be)—I call the H man whelp altogether in my

page on the following day, and the account in the Camden Post on June 2 the poet reprinted in Good-bye My

1890: "I think you are right to stand aside (personally) from this I[ngersoll] demonstration but for my

since I last wrote you has passed on, bringing no decided change in my condition—in my bad spells, (&

I have them often enough) I 'most think the end is not far off—but I get over them & my natural buoyancy

reässerts itself—(& in the main keeps control of the helm)—though to a man of my lazy-activity this

I was discharged from my clerkship on the last of June, by B.

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.

Adding after my nod of assent, "Well, if there's anyone in the world he ought to know by this time—would

Did you go to hear my good friend Herne read while he was in Philadelphia.

He is my convert to the Single Tax. By the way does W. W. indicate interest in it still?

Give him my love.

The last one—the closing one—just the last year—in this room—since my sickness.

I used it at my talk last week. Think I shall put up another for my own use.

I find I can co-operate with them & do my work on common ground.

My exhibition will include a variety of things.

I am going to send for my Cleveland statue & your bust.

I felt like doffing my hat to old Dame nature.

see notes Dec 2d 1888 Lapierre House Philad Philadelphia Friday My dear Poet.

the chief figure in a box with Childs Dayton and self on the eve of the 24th inst at the opening of my

My dear friend are you not well enough to come? Longfellow was ith with me at Boston .

LIPPINCOTT'S MONTHLY MAGAZINE Philadelphia, Sept 16th. 188 6 My dear Sir: Your article, "My Book and

I have been purposing to call over to see you, but my days are pretty well engaged and I am afraid of

431 Stevens Street Camden N J Dec 18 a m My dear Sir I want a nice standing ratan work-basket for my

baskets,—such as will probably cost 3½ or $4— Please call soon — Walt Whitman I am well as usual—I send my

11.27—1891 My dear friend Walt Whitman, I want, before you go beyond reach of such messages, to send

you my love and admiration and thanks.

Bless you, dear Walt,—& I wish that I might bear all your bodily pain & weakness upon my own strong young

cool—have signed & sent the contract with Rheinhalter Bros: 18 Broad st: Phila: architects &c: for my

burial house in Harleigh Cemetery —Ralph Moore to have control & charge under my name & be my representative

America Nothing very new or different, Alys comes often & is as welcomed as sunshine—I am sitting here in my

den as ever—dark & rainy to-day & yesterday—My Canadian nurse & friend has left me—(he had a good chance

along better than you might imagine—a bad physical brain probably catarrhal—& hopeless locomotion—are my

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!

Fascinated, my eyes, reverting from the south, dropped, to follow those slender winrows, Chaff, straw

Bent to the very earth, here preceding what follows, Oppressed with myself that I have dared to open my

I take what is underfoot; What is yours is mine, my father.

I throw myself upon your breast, my father, I cling to you so that you cannot unloose me, I hold you

from my dead lips the ooze exuding at last! See—the prismatic colors, glistening and rolling!)

Furzedown, Streatham Surrey Sunday April 23. 1871 My dear Mr.

day—I have been very, very much occupied & intensely busy one way & another arrears of work claimed my

attention for you know I am not a "briefless barrister" & latterly my work has increased but I have

determined that this glorious spring time shall not pass without my carrying out the my my intention

smell of the flowers, the clouds the rainbows & sun lights as I see them & hear them all from this my

last three or four weeks, & before returning to London tomorrow I should like to tell you something of my

Before beginning about myself, though,— many thanks for the Lippincott's article.— My Book & I , which

North Sea Interlude," and so it was natural that I should go down to the sea-shore a good deal during my

—then, two or three days ago, I went over to Browney Valley, to see my old friends the coal-miners &

Believe this, of yours most affectionately Ernest Rhys After to-day my address is again Sq.

This would be my notion of the volume, as a , if I knew nothing of its author—of its "only begetter."

For the regard, the affection, which convoyed your noble argosy to this my haven,—believe me, my dear

He reported you as saying that I wouldn't take off my hat to Apollo, if we sh d happen to meet.

Well: there is too much taking off of hats, but I certainly should doff my own to the Sun-God.

Pray give my kind regards to M. Traubel. Edmund Clarence Stedman to Walt Whitman, 27 March 1889

Greeted me by name and took my hand rather heartily.

Then they say I defer too much to English opinion in my favor.

That's all bosh—I defer to nobody—I do my work.

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

It seems to be a fine average specimen of his current lectures.And now my friend, I must close my letter

W. frequently broke in on my descriptions to say: "Well, that is beautiful to hear!"

The Century under Gilder has always accepted my pieces and paid for them.

Some of my friends have quarrelled with the editors but they have never done it with my consent.

I am well satisfied with my success with titles—with Leaves of Grass, for instance, though some of my

You have saved my books: I could not do these books without assistance.

He did not indicate his knowledge of my presence.

Whitman and my next door neighbor—and my neighbor is now dead."

'My idea is...'""That's right—you've got it.

I had taken Bucke's note of the 14th out of my pocket.

Yes, got my rest on the bed—wrote my sister at Burlington. I am very lame.

—that my mind is bound to last me out whatever becomes of my body." Spoke of the Harneds.

My father spoke of the Twenty Years' drawings in the Magazine of Art as being "so Scotch."

Gilder has always been my friend—very good friend—indeed, I may say my 'dear' friend, speaking for myself

Gilder as well as Watson himself, I'd had one of the times of my life.

appreciation, my love for them, has no ifs and buts either." [1905.

Give him my love, tell him you found me here, tell him the beautiful note nestled to its place in my

If I will send you copy of my lecture on Shakespeare will you read it to Whitman?

I have put some in my cellar."

W. asked, "My proofs? Not come yet?" I was to have them Monday.

And now, Horace, if you write to the Colonel, don't forget my love.

has been giving me the very devil in Liberty for calling the Emperor William a 'faithful shepherd' in my

As he said: "It is all from my friends.

There was nothing in this little poem to contradict my earlier philosophy.

leave W. reverted to the Emperor William affair: "Do you think I had better write a little note to my

"That is true—true—if I wrote I would do no more than make it clear that my reference was to the Emperor

I went down to the Cemetery—Harleigh: I want you to go there, too—see my lot.

And curiously, he is the first man of the kind, in such a position, whose views coincide with my own.

No—no—I do not think he is anything but what he appears—my impression was a good one, favorable: the

Not only asked to buy my whole stock of books—but the copyright as well.

I am willing to sell books and books—but my freedom?"

the still woods I loved, I will not go now on the pastures to walk, I will not strip the clothes from my

body to meet my lover the sea, I will not touch my flesh to the earth as to other flesh to renew me.

I do not see any of it upon you to-day, or perhaps I am deceiv'd, I will run a furrow with my plough,

I will press my spade through the sod and turn it up underneath, I am sure I shall expose some of the

transparent green-wash of the sea which is so amorous after me, That it is safe to allow it to lick my

the still woods I loved, I will not go now on the pastures to walk, I will not strip the clothes from my

body to meet my lover the sea, I will not touch my flesh to the earth, as to other flesh, to renew me

I do not see any of it upon you to-day—or perhaps I am deceived, I will run a furrow with my plough—I

will press my spade through the sod, and turn it up un- derneath underneath , I am sure I shall expose

transparent green-wash of the sea, which is so amorous after me, That it is safe to allow it to lick my

the still woods I loved, I will not go now on the pastures to walk, I will not strip the clothes from my

body to meet my lover the sea, I will not touch my flesh to the earth as to other flesh to renew me.

I do not see any of it upon you to-day, or perhaps I am deceiv'd, I will run a furrow with my plough,

I will press my spade through the sod and turn it up underneath, I am sure I shall expose some of the

transparent green-wash of the sea which is so amorous after me, That it is safe to allow it to lick my

the still woods I loved; I will not go now on the pastures to walk; I will not strip the clothes from my

body to meet my lover the sea; I will not touch my flesh to the earth, as to other flesh, to renew me

I do not see any of it upon you to-day—or perhaps I am deceiv'd; I will run a furrow with my plough—I

will press my spade through the sod, and turn it up under- neath underneath ; I am sure I shall expose

transparent green-wash of the sea, which is so amorous after me, That it is safe to allow it to lick my

I have just written to the Postmaster at Washington, asking him to forward my letters here, as I suppose

In my case there is no notable amendment—& not much change—I have irregular spells of serious distress

the day or night only, with intervals in which, (while I remain still,) I feel comparatively easy—but my

C[lerk] at which I am truly pleased —Nelly, as I suppose you will see this letter, I will send you my

& did he say any thing new about my sickness or symptoms?