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Harper's Monthly ("A Summer's Invocation"; see the letter from Whitman to Harry Stafford of January 2,

Pearson, Jr., "Story of a Magazine: New York's Galaxy, 1866–1878," Bulletin of the New York Public Library

Nov. 2, 18 68 My dear Sir, As you have not found the little piece "Ethiopia Commenting" available, allow

, 2 November 1868

Whitman withdrew the poem in his November 2, 1868 letter to Francis Church.

Pearson, Jr., "Story of a Magazine: New York's Galaxy, 1866–1878," Bulletin of the New York Public Library

Winter "a dried-up cadaverous schoolmaster" (Horace Traubel, With Walt Whitman in Camden [1906–1996], 2:

1936), 232–233; Clara Barrus, Whitman and Burroughs—Comrades (Boston: Houghton Mifflin Co., 1931), 2–

and March 19, 1867 letters to Louisa Van Velsor Whitman,and by the time of Whitman's letter of April 2,

Pearson, Jr., "Story of a Magazine: New York's Galaxy, 1866–1878," Bulletin of the New York Public Library

Whitman withdrew the poem in his November 2, 1868 letter to Francis Church.

On May 2, 1867, Louisa Van Velsor Whitman reported that George Washington Whitman was not well, but was

Pearson, Jr., "Story of a Magazine: New York's Galaxy, 1866–1878," Bulletin of the New York Public Library

The most delicate & even conventional lady only needs to know him to love him. 2.

There is nothing new in the office—the same old story—I have rec'd a number of papers from England with

Velsor," mentioned in Walt Whitman's July 2, 1866 letter to Louisa Van Velsor Whitman as a driver in

For the story of Swinburne's veneration of Walt Whitman and his later recantation, see Harold Blodgett

Harbor in June 1864— & he has had the bullet in him ever since—it was in a very bad place, the lower part

The first Reconstruction Act was passed March 2, 1867.

March 12 and March 19, 1867 letters to Louisa Van Velsor Whitman, and by Whitman's letter of April 2,

March 12, and March 19, 1867 letters to Louisa Van Velsor Whitman, noting that by the time of his April 2,

here to the office, about a mile & a half—Mother, I have not much to write about, only the same old story

Attorney General's Office , Washington April 2, 1867 .

Price Elizabeth Lorang Zachary King Eric Conrad Walt Whitman to Louisa Van Velsor Whitman, 2 April 1867

his hat, smilingly said, in response to calls for a speech, that he "must decline to take any other part

believes thoroughly not only in the future world, but the present, and especially in our American part

, any thing is but a part.

I swear I dare not shirk any part of myself, Not America, nor any part of America, Not my body, not friendship

What is prudence, is indivisible, Declines to separate one part of life from every part, Divides not

Recall ages—One age is but a part—ages are but a part, Recall the angers, bickerings, delusions, supersti

To think that we are now here, and bear our part!

thousand different newspapers, the nutriment of the imperfect ones coming in just as usefully as any—the story

The time is at hand when inherent literature will be a main part of These States, as general and real

precedents, and be directed to men and women—also to The States in their federalness; for the union of the parts

, to strength, to poems, to personal greatness, it is never permitted to rest, not a generation or part

so, but to be more so, stormily, capriciously, on native principles, with such vast proportions of parts

No dilletant democrat—a man who is art-and-part with the commonalty, and with immediate life—loves the

organs are marked by figures from 1 to 7, indicating their degrees of development, 1 meaning very small, 2

connoisseurs of his time, may obey the laws of his time, and achieve the intense and elaborated beauty of parts

The perfect poet cannot afford any special beauty of parts, or to limit himself by any laws less than

Meanwhile a strange voice parts others aside and demands for its owner that position that is only allowed

listener or beholder, to re-appear through him or her; and it offers the best way of making them a part

qualities, tumble pell-mell, exhaustless and copious, with what appear to be the same disregard of parts

Here, it is occupied for the most part with dreams of the middle ages, of the old knightly and religious

holds out the skein, the elder sister winds it off in a ball, and stops now and then for the knots, 2

and truckling fold with powders for invalids, conformity goes to the fourth- removed fourth-removed , 2*

I believe in the flesh and the appetites, Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag

The sentries desert every other part of me, They have left me helpless to a red marauder, They all come

, any thing is but a part.

2 The love of the Body of man or woman balks ac- count account —the body itself balks account; That of

I dare not desert the likes of you in other men and women, nor the likes of the parts of you; I believe

, All the governments, judges, gods, follow'd persons of the earth, These are contain'd in sex, as parts

touch you, For I could not die till I once look'd on you, For I fear'd I might afterwards lose you. 2

(Now we have met, we have look'd, we are safe; Return in peace to the ocean, my love; I too am part of

I will make divine magnetic lands, With the love of comrades, With the life-long love of comrades. 2

brown hands, and the silent manner of me, without charm; Yet comes one, a Manhattanese, and ever at parting

—No; But I record of two simple men I saw to-day, on the pier, in the midst of the crowd, parting the

part- ing parting of dear friends; The one to remain hung on the other's neck, and pas- sionately passionately

his brother, and for men, and I an- swer answer for him that answers for all, and send these signs. 2

his own, and bestows it upon men, and any man translates, and any man translates himself also; One part

does not counteract another part—he is the joiner—he sees how they join.

; Perfect sanity shows the master among philosophs; Time, always without flaw, indicates itself in parts

forth every day; And the first object he look'd upon, that object he became; And that object became part

of him for the day, or a certain part of the day, or for many years, or stretching cycles of years.

The early lilacs became part of this child, And grass, and white and red morning-glories, and white and

The field-sprouts of Fourth-month and Fifth-month became part of him; Winter-grain sprouts, and those

, They gave this child more of themselves than that; They gave him afterward every day—they became part

war, (that shall serve for our pre- lude prelude , songs of soldiers,) How Manhattan drum-taps led. 2

mother kisses her son—the son kisses his mother; (Loth is the mother to part—yet not a word does she

globe uprisen around me; Yet there with my soul I fed—I fed content, super- cilious supercilious . 2

THE CENTENARIAN'S STORY. VOLUNTEER OF 1861-2.

in myself—aye, long ago as it is, I took part in it, Walking then this hill-top, this same ground.

ceaseless ferry, faces, and faces, and faces: I see them, and complain not, and am content with all. 2

I saunter'd, pondering, On time, space, reality—on such as these, and abreast with them, prudence. 2

is of consequence; Not a move can a man or woman make, that affects him or her in a day, month, any part

of his mouth, or the shaping of his great hands; All that is well thought or said this day on any part

What is prudence, is indivisible, Declines to separate one part of life from every part, Divides not

destin'd conqueror—yet treacherous lip-smiles everywhere, And Death and infidelity at every step.) 2

west-bred face, To him the hereditary countenance bequeath'd, both mother's and father's, His first parts

employments, are you and me, Past, present, future, are you and me. 18 I swear I dare not shirk any part

of myself, Not any part of America, good or bad, Not the promulgation of Liberty—not to cheer up slaves

with the Power's pulsations—and the charm of my theme was upon me, Till the tissues that held me, parted

through the sod, and turn it up under- neath underneath ; I am sure I shall expose some of the foul meat. 2

Perhaps every mite has once form'd part of a sick per- son person —Yet behold!

2 ('Tis while our army lines Carolina's sand and pines, Forth from thy hovel door, thou, Ethiopia, com'st

going with me leaves peace and routine behind him, And stakes his life, to be lost at any moment.) 2

heroes and martyrs, And when all life, and all the souls of men and women are discharged from any part

of the earth, Then only shall liberty, or the idea of liberty, be dis- charged discharged from that part

not so desperate at the battues of death—was not so shock'd at the repeated fusillades of the guns. 2

the blows strike revenge, or the heads of the nobles fall; The People scorn'd the ferocity of kings; 2

balk me, The pert apparel, the deform'd attitude, drunkenness, greed, premature death, all these I part

Cluster: Songs of Parting. (1871) SONGS OF PARTING.

whither or how long; Perhaps soon, some day or night while I am singing, my voice will suddenly cease. 2

Your horizon rises—I see it parting away for more august dramas; I see not America only—I see not only

advancing with irresistible power on the world's stage; (Have the old forces, the old wars, played their parts

all its horrors, serves, And how now, or at any time, each serves the exquisite transition of death. 2

2 Be it so, then I answer'd, I too, haughty Shade, also sing war—and a longer and greater one than any

sailors young and old, haply will I, a reminiscence of the land, be read, In full rapport at last. 2

the hermit thrush from the swamp-cedars, Solitary, singing in the West, I strike up for a New World. 2

wend—they never stop, Successions of men, Americanos, a hundred millions; One generation playing its part

, and passing on; Another generation playing its part, and passing on in its turn, With faces turn'd

let others ignore what they may; I make the poem of evil also—I commemorate that part also; I am myself

how superb and how divine is your body, or any part of it. 15 Whoever you are!

the wood, and become undis- guised undisguised and naked; I am mad for it to be in contact with me. 2

If I worship one thing more than another, it shall be the spread of my own body, or any part of it.

I take part—I see and hear the whole; The cries, curses, roar—the plaudits for well-aimed shots; The

List to the story as my grandmother's father, the sailor, told it to me.

is but a part.

is but a part.

part- ing parting of dear friends; The one to remain hung on the other's neck, and pas- sionately passionately

THE CENTENARIAN'S STORY. VOLUNTEER OF 1861-2.

What is prudence, is indivisible, Declines to separate one part of life from every part, Divides not

SONGS OF PARTING.

2 Be it so, then I answer'd, I too, haughty Shade, also sing war—and a longer and greater one than any

sailors young and old, haply will I, a reminiscence of the land, be read, In full rapport at last. 2

Poem of Women. 2 — Poem of Women.

palaces, hovels, huts of barba- rians barbarians , tents of nomads, upon the surface, I see the shaded part

on one side where the sleepers are sleeping, and the sun-lit part on the other side, I see the curious

I see the cities of the earth, and make myself a part of them, I am a real Londoner, Parisian, Viennese

column of wants in the one-cent paper, the news by telegraph, amusements, operas, shows, The business parts

Riches, opinions, politics, institutions, to part obe- diently obediently from the path of one man or

Great is life, real and mystical, wherever and whoever, Great is death—sure as life holds all parts to

- gether together , death holds all parts together, Death has just as much purport as life has, Do you

I dare not desert the likes of you in other men and women, nor the likes of the parts of you!

bones, and the marrow in the bones, The exquisite realization of health, O I think these are not the parts

west-bred face, To him the hereditary countenance bequeathed, both mother's and father's, His first parts

States, Congress convening every December, the mem- bers members duly coming up from the uttermost parts

I swear I dare not shirk any part of myself, Not America, nor any part of America, Not my body, not friendship

This is the compost of billions of premature corpses, Perhaps every mite has once formed part of a sick