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Camden New Jersey U S America January 22 1890 My dear E R Y'rs regularly rec'd & welcom'd (I often send
change or happening—fairly buoyant spirits &c—but surely slowly ebbing —at this moment sitting here in my
transcript that appeared in Pall Mall Gazette on February 8, 1890, and that Whitman used in Good-bye My
sixty-five poems that had originally appeared in November Boughs (1888); while the second, "Good-Bye my
mind for some clew as to who I was, but I hardly think he placed me, though I told him the names of my
Whittier was standing by him & hearing my name, said to Emerson, "oh!
—I am making trips to N.Y. now adays nowadays to be treated for my arm & hand.
He cauterizes my back & arm with a red hot piece of platinum.
volumes of Horace Traubel's With Walt Whitman in Camden (various publishers: 1906–1996) and Whitman's "My
entitled "A Backward Glance O'er Travel'd Roads" and sixty-five poems; while the second, "Good-Bye my
Whitman's preface was also included in Good-Bye My Fancy (Philadelphia: David McKay, 1891), 51–53.
. | Apr 28 | 8 PM | 90, London | AM | MY 1 | | Canada; N. Y. | 4-29-90 | 11PM | 12.
I have been in Camden once or twice & should have called to see you but thought perhaps my comeing coming
Whitman occasionally referred to Stafford as "My (adopted) son" (as in a December 13, 1876, letter to
print & stitching) of L of G. at last complete —after 33 yr's of hackling at it all times & moods of my
sixty-five poems that had originally appeared in November Boughs (1888); while the second, "Good-Bye my
health—pretty busy, but that does no harm—Inspector is to be here tomorrow or next day—I am about half through my
sixty-five poems that had originally appeared in November Boughs (1888); while the second, "Good-Bye my
Am still laid up here by disablement and paralysis—am confined entirely to my room and mostly to my chair
My dear friend O'Connor is very ill at Washington.
substantial volume—not that I am overwhelmed or even entirely satisfied by it, but as I had not put my
Kennedy again lauded his book ("Walt Whitman, the Poet of Humanity"): "I have completed (rough finish) my
I shall have Specimen Days in my class during spring time.
chair here, folding my hands on my lap, and having you do my work!
My friend and yours, R.
"O for the light of another sun,With my Bazra sword in my hand!"
He said: "You have opened my eyes."
Some of my best friends—my own people—accuse me (have always accused me) of procrastination—the most
That might apply wonderfully well to my case." He was silent.
And yet he added: "My physical disabilities don't affect my power to think: no: not at all: but they
increase my inertia: they paralyze my fingers, for instance, so I don't want to write: but my brain keeps
My dear Horace:Yours of 18th just to hand.
written you long before, as well as after, but have been in a wretched condition with the misery in my
I don't improve in my back and legs as rapidly as I ought and am nearly as lame and heavy as you are,
Often as I have read it, I can't keep the tears out of my eyes."
White, even at my expense. Reason, Shakespearean hostility to the subject. This is a pretty note!
I wrote my mother voluminously from the War: ah! those letters! my dear, dear mother!
Jersey, U S America March 31, '76 My dear friend, (Later than my letter dispatched last evening I wish
A., corner Chestnut and Strawberry streets, on my endorsement .
I send you the Transcript with my notice of November Boughs —hastily pencil-scrawled bet between jobs
on my proof desk.
I asked Traubel to tell you that Wilson (Glaswegian) had written me my book. cordially yrs yours W.S.Kennedy
Hurd, literary editor, or kept till my return. Had grand visit of 3 days with Dr. Bucke.
I fear I can't see you on my return, as my ticket takes me back (excursion ticket, via northern N.
Phil Pa Sept 15 89 My Dear Walt Whitman I met with a dreadful accident several weeks ago, and so could
money is in Drexels Bank, and as soon as I can go to town I will have it sent to you—I write this with my
left hand as my right arm is useless. $50. 00 of the money is from Henry Irving and $25. from Bram Stoker
BOSTON,__________188 Monday noon Oct: October 10 '81 My dear friend Yours rec'd received , & thanks—I
still linger along here—the printing of my book is finished—but one or two little things I want to see
word a day beforehand—I am well as usual—Have had a very pleasant time here, & the book printed &c. to my
Anderton, nr Chorley Lancashire, England 22 August 1891 My dear Walt Whitman, I am prevented again from
sailing from Liverpool next Wednesday August 26 th —I have had a busy time this week, & this afternoon my
So I content myself with the briefest line, to convey my continued love & good wishes.
&c &c sent June 8 '76 by Ex & rec'd June 1st JQA Ward 9 or 10 Vols, &c sent, by Ex My dear Mr Whitman
I inclose check for Fifty dollars ($50) my subscription for five copies of your complete works If I
Be kind enough to send them to my address.
Traubel has read my letter to you, I presume. My essay on you and my translation of "D.
Camden N J Aug: August 27 All going on well with me—the type-setting of my new prose book "Specimen Days
As I write, (Sunday afternoon) up in my 3d story room, heavy clouds & rain falling in torrents.
My brother & sister well—I saw Mrs.
But I would like to have a sample page in bourgeois too for my calculations —I hope it will be new type—The
typographical show of my poems—how they shall show (negatively as well as absolutely) on the black &
white page—is always in my idea in making them—I am printer enough for that— Walt Whitman Walt Whitman
Weave In, Weave In, My Hardy Life. WEAVE IN, WEAVE IN, MY HARDY LIFE. WEAVE in!
weave in, my hardy life!
Italian tenor, singing at the opera —I heard the soprano in the midst of the quartet singing; …Heart of my
—you too I heard, murmuring low, through one of the wrists around my head; Heard the pulse of you, when
all was still, ringing little bells last night under my ear.
Italian tenor singing at the opera, I heard the soprano in the midst of the quartet singing; Heart of my
you too I heard murmuring low through one of the wrists around my head, Heard the pulse of you when all
was still ringing little bells last night under my ear.
Italian tenor, singing at the opera—I heard the soprano in the midst of the quartet singing; …Heart of my
—you too I heard, murmuring low, through one of the wrists around my head; Heard the pulse of you, when
all was still, ringing little bells last night under my ear.
What Think You I Take My Pen in Hand? WHAT THINK YOU I TAKE MY PEN IN HAND?
WHAT think you I take my pen in hand to record?
Weave In, My Hardy Life. WEAVE IN, MY HARDY LIFE.
WEAVE in, weave in, my hardy life, Weave yet a soldier strong and full for great campaigns to come, Weave
Italian tenor singing at the opera, I heard the soprano in the midst of the quartet singing; Heart of my
you too I heard murmuring low through one of the wrists around my head, Heard the pulse of you when all
was still ringing little bells last night under my ear.
What Think You I Take My Pen in Hand? WHAT THINK YOU I TAKE MY PEN IN HAND?
WHAT think you I take my pen in hand to record?
Weave In, My Hardy Life. WEAVE IN, MY HARDY LIFE.
WEAVE in, weave in, my hardy life, Weave yet a soldier strong and full for great campaigns to come, Weave
New-York is my birth-place.
Of my brothers and sisters I shall introduce only one, my brother Matthew, not quite two years younger
I was intended for the profession of the law; though, being lazy in my studies, it was not until my twenty-first
The very first day of my appearance there, about the middle of the morning, there came to see my master
My eyesight seemed to waver, my head felt dizzy, and a feeling of deadly nausea came over me.
Poem in the 1856 edition of Leaves of Grass: "The best I had done seemed to me blank and suspicious, / My
The lines "I am too great to be a mere President or Major General / I remain with my fellows—with mechanics
fool and the wise thinker" may be related to a similar phrase in the poem eventually titled Who Learns My
What do my shouts amid lightnings and raging winds mean?)
To rise thither with my inebriate soul! To be lost if it must be so!
songs in Sex, Offspring of my loins.
was still ringing little bells last night under my ear.
voice, approach, Touch me, touch the palm of your hand to my body as I pass, Be not afraid of my body
What do my shouts amid lightnings and raging winds mean?)
To rise thither with my inebriate soul! To be lost if it must be so!
songs in Sex, Offspring of my loins.
was still ringing little bells last night under my ear.
voice, approach, Touch me, touch the palm of your hand to my body as I pass, Be not afraid of my body
—have been out in my wheel chair for a 40 minute open air jaunt (propell'd by WF. my sailor boy nurse
) —& now 4pm Nov. 14 '89 waiting for my supper to be bro't— Transcribed from digital images of the original
Buffalo— 12 Jan y 1863 Dear Sir, I am very sorry to be so late with my reply to your note, which was
You will see that I have dated my note from my known residence. With best hope, R. W.
My dear Marvin, Your letter of 13th has reached me.
I should have made my visit the current week, but one of my bad spells has intervened —will write to
Dear Sir:— Accompanying this note, I send you a copy of the first volume of my collection "Poetic Works
Please accept it with my compliments and my best wishes for your welfare I am yours very truly, Frank
afternoon and Stay all night With you and home on the Sunday morning train. i love you Walt and Know that my
Cattell My Love to you Walt, i think of you in my prayers old man Every night and Morning Edward P.
Saturday morning, 1st December 1888 My dear Walt, I want to introduce to you my friend Edward Pease of
When my dear mother was initiating "The Free Will Offering" in London Edward Pease was the first to render
up from a three weeks' visit down in the Jersey woods, & find your card of 26th—The only copies of my
complete poems "Leaves of Grass," in my control, are of a special autograph & portrait edition, 1882
Walt Whitman I also supply, when desired, my prose volume "Specimen Days & Collect"—price $2.—374 pages
will be very short—but show you that I am still in the land of the living, & have not forgotten you—My
have traveled several thousand miles—mostly on the Lakes & St Lawrence, very comfortably & I am now on my
I am feeling heartier physically than for years—Camden will be my permanent P O address—Love to you—
What Think You I Take My Pen in Hand? WHAT THINK YOU I TAKE MY PEN IN HAND?
WHAT think you I take my pen in hand to record?
Camden Aug 29 Have finished my Germantown visit & am back here.
Ritter —have indeed not sent copies to any except my sisters and neices nieces . Mrs.
New York City, has translated many of my poems in German, & published them.
Weave In, Weave In, My Hardy Life WEAVE IN, WEAVE IN, MY HARDY LIFE. WEAVE in!
weave in, my hardy life!
What Think You I Take My Pen in Hand? WHAT THINK YOU I TAKE MY PEN IN HAND?
WHAT think you I take my pen in hand to record?
suggests to me impromptu—Yes I am making calculation on a conveniently plann'd & built house, & garden, of my
O'Reilly's, K's & your hands (& any others if any others there be)—putting it in a draught payable to my
order & send it to me here—I feel as if I could suit my wants & tastes better probably deciding & directing
know too how appreciatingly & gratefully I feel ab't their help—& that I appoint you to fully act as my