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down the Potomac for several miles, & over into Virginia, along Arlington heights—The trees, grass, river

328 Mickle Street n'r Delaware river Camden New Jersey U S America Dec: 26 '90 — Herewith are copies

you, all welcomed—As I write I hear the great steam whistle (for noon) of a huge factory down by the river—looks

for me—To day is very clear, but cold & windy—I have been out some two hours enjoying it—cross'd the river—The

everything to interest me—the constantly changing but ever-beautiful panorama on both sides of the river

all the way, (nearly 100 miles up here)—the magnificent north river bay part of the city—the high straight

succession of handsome villages & cities—the prevailing green—the great rocky mountains, gray & brown—the river

itself, now expanding, now narrowing—the glistening river with continual sloops, yachts, &c. their white

New York— June 26 p m Dear friend— Here I am back again in N Y—Came down the river Monday night, & shall

ohn] B[urroughs] is reading the proofs of new book Pepacton (the Indian name of a beautiful little river

at Round Hill—As I close we have the prospect of a fine evening—A cannon has just boomed out on the river

& secluded here—all winter too, the snow white & deep in every direction—as I look from my window, river

I am at present temporarily here at Camden, on the Delaware river, immediately opposite Philadelphia,

country is beautiful now—I take a walk on Broadway almost every afternoon—then sometimes a sail on the river

office, seated by the same old open window, where I can look out & have a splendid view of the Potomac river

as far ahead of "the fat gentleman in striped trousers," as a Baltimore clipper does beyond a North River

Parker's family —I am writing this by my window in the office—it is a fine view, ten miles of river,

in office—as I look out it is dark & cloudy with a chill rain, but the grass is green & I see the river

view of great expanse, & very comforting every way—also a pleasant breeze coming in steadily from the river

Skirting the river road, (my forenoon walk, my rest,) Skyward in air a sudden muffled sound, the dalliance

grappling, In tumbling turning clustering loops, straight down- ward downward falling, Till o'er the river

Whitman on a Tuesday in August, 1882, on the boat crossing the river to Camden.

He haunted the Delaware River front about Camden foryears.

It came from a guano factory on the Philadelphia side of the Delaware River. Mr.

He accepted all,as the great river takes in streams. He was a creative man.

Kingdom established up the North River, with many disci s was fired and ples.

Even yesterday, when the wind whistled its way and raced madly and blew keenly up from the river, the

You people across the river should be able to talk better of him than I can.

wrote to Abby Price as Meade was unable to slow the Confeder at~ advance across Virginia's Rapidan River

picturesqueness, and oceanic amplitude and rush ofthese great cities, the unsurpass'd situation, rivers

A young man stands at the Delaware River's edge, with the Walt Whitman Bridge in the background, and

I will plant companionship thick as trees along all the rivers ofAmerica, and along the shores ofthe

JA M E S E .M IL L E R , JR . 197 Earth ofshine and dark mottling the tide ofthe river!

He resides here, near the Delaware river, in a little cottage of his own, with a good "house-lady," as

a sonnet of Hood's, or a dainty bit of verse by Longfellow has form; but he has form as a tree, a river

descending the Alleghanies; Or down from the great lakes, or in Pennsylvania, or on deck along the Ohio river

; Or southward along the Tennessee or Cumberland rivers, or at Chatta- nooga on the mountain top, Saw

energetic sons did, and still do, amidst a newer and far grander variety of wilderness of lake, plain, river

practical labor of farms, factories, foundries, workshops, mines, or on shipboard, or on lakes and rivers—resumes

The infinite oceans where the rivers empty!

"Are not Abana and Pharpar, rivers of Damascus, better than all the waters of Israel?

de Erza Ezra Pound; luego los “Poemas de Chicago” de Sandburg; y hacia 1915 la Antología de “Spoon River

table, against the wall, in the little apartment on Balcarce street whose two windows open onto the River

Poetry ], Ezra Pound's "Cantos"; then Sandburg's "Chicago Poems"; and around 1915 Lee Masters's Spoon River

permitted, Whitman was wont to cross the Delaware in the ferry-boats, repeating his favorite East River

place at the very end of the wharf of the Boston Terra-Cotta Company on Federal Street, bordering the river-like

objects of especial attention have been the Rocky Mountains, the Great Plains and the Mississippi River

Whitman's nurse] I have been carriaged across to Philadelphia (how sunny & fresh & good look'd the river

Whitman rushed to the front, searching the hospitals in Falmouth, Virginia, across the Rappahannock River

Rivers) not included under "Disciples" (see below).

"I write three hours a day, haunt the Delaware river much of the time, am a good liver and not a teetotaler

of clover and timothy, Kine and horses feeding, and droves of sheep and swine, And many a stately river

Winds blow south, or winds blow north, Day come white, or white come black, Home, or rivers and mountains

Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river!

Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river!

posed a problem for the plans of the Tennessee Valley Authority (TVA) to dam the Little Tennessee River

The sense that something valuable had been lost in the Tellico Valley with its little river and fertile

Unlike a boat or even a bridge, the dam interferes with the very "riverness" of the Rhine.

Like the undammed river, the soul flows and may flood unexpectedly.

spots, and you airs that swim above lightly, And all you essences of soil and growth—and you, my rivers

green leaves of the trees pro- lific prolific In the distance the flowing glaze, the breast of the river

thisconnection, however, may note has to make himself familiarwith the whole poet of America — its lands, rivers

He isBehemoth, wallowing inprimeval jungles, bathing at fountain-heads ofmighty rivers,crush- ing the

human Cities,arts, thought explore. occupations, manufactures, have a larger place in his poetry than rivers

full-blooded, six feet high, a good feeder, never once using medicine, drinking water only—a swimmer in the river

He is Behemoth, wallowing in primitive jungles, bathing at fountain-heads of mighty rivers, crushing

"Flood-tide ofthe river, flow on!

": "From pent-up aching rivers, I From that ofmyselfwithout which I were nothing" (LG, 91).

Thus he is called by the wind, the birds, and the currents ofthe great rivers ofhis people.

These boundless rivers! You are measureless and boundless like them!"

chapter on Philadelphia, another city with a large Irish population and located just across the Delaware River

The Irishman took the Germans to the boat and saw them safely across the river, where, with no common

asks its subject, 36 : the american 1848 Seek’st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river

are overlaid with foreign ones: “[h]ills became mountains and dales valleys, streams were called rivers

” by “men of truly proper style” like Duy- ckinck.88 For Whitman to flee the perfumed salon for the river

sweeps over great oceans and inland seas, over the continents of the world, over mountains, forests, rivers

Earth of shine and dark, mottling the tide of the river!

simplicity can give of power, pathos, and music: "Cold dash of waves at the ferry-wharf—posh and ice in the river

take a serpentine course—their arms flash in the sun—Hark to the musical clank; Behold the silvery river—in

wharves —the huge crossing at the ferries, The village on the highland, seen from afar at sunset—the river

To think that the rivers will flow, and the snow fall, and the fruits ripen, and act upon others as upon

that separates it from prose of any sort: Cold dash of waves at the ferry-wharf—posh and ice in the river

Hafiz again, only drunk now with Catawba wine instead of the Saoma, and worshipping the Mississippi river

I will plant companionship thick as trees along all the rivers of America, and along the shores of the

comrades, With the life-long love of comrades, 'I will plant companionship thick as trees along all the rivers

picturesqueness, and oceanic amplitude and rush of these great cities, the unsurpassed situation, rivers

Always, and more and more, as I cross the east and north rivers, the ferries, or with the pilots in their

like beads on my smallest sights and hearings—on the walk in the street, and the passage over the river

couplets of our orthodox English verse, and this wild, free, reckless voice of the fields, and the rivers

Winds blow south, or winds blow north, Day come white or night come black, Home, or rivers and mountains

working expedition(my brotheJeffwith me) throughallthe Middle States,nd down the Ohio and Mississippi Rivers

Or crossing the half or half the East River, the day night in the pilot-houses of Brooklyn ferry-boats

Outside of work hours he occupied himself observing Southern life,people, the river,with itsmiles of

At all times he was keenly inquisitive m matters that belonged tothe river or boat.

There had been a good deal of rain,the river was high, and the fallfiner than usual.

"I write three hours per day, haunt the Delaware River most of the time, am a good liver, not a teetotaler

dusk, near the cotton- wood cottonwood or pekan-trees; Coon-seekers go through the regions of the Red river

Earth of shine and dark, mottling the tide of the river!

the trees of a new purchase; Scorch'd ankle-deep by the hot sand—hauling my boat down the shallow river

from the rocks of the river— swinging and chirping over my head, Calling my name from flower-beds, vines

dusk, near the cotton- wood cottonwood or pekan-trees; Coon-seekers go through the regions of the Red river

Earth of shine and dark, mottling the tide of the river!

the trees of a new purchase; Scorch'd ankle-deep by the hot sand—hauling my boat down the shallow river

from the rocks of the river— swinging and chirping over my head, Calling my name from flower-beds, vines

dusk, near the cotton- wood cottonwood or pekan-trees, Coon-seekers go through the regions of the Red river

Earth of shine and dark, mottling the tide of the river!

the trees of a new purchase, Scorched ankle-deep by the hot sand—hauling my boat down the shallow river

from the rocks of the river —swinging and chirping over my head, Calling my name from flower-beds, vines