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"O my brave soul! O farther, farther sail! O daring joy, but safe!
For that, O God—be it my latest word, here on my knees, Old, poor, and paralysed—I thank thee.
, I yield my ships to thee, Steersman unseen!
henceforth the helms are thine; Take thou command—what to my petty skill thy naviga- tion?
"My hands, my limbs, grow nerveless; My brain feels rack'd, bewilder'd; Let the old timbers part, I will
Sir: Your letter of the 8th instant, requesting to be furnished with a copy of correspondence between my
Surprised to learn that I am in Washington but here I am and will try and give you a few details of my
them without me were seeds only, latent, unborn; And forever, by day and night, I give back life to my
Have lost my recognition of your silent ever-swaying power, ye mighty, elemental throes, In which and
these little potencies of progress, politics, culture, wealth, inventions, civilization,) Have lost my
of power in my left."
Davis to my wife.
My friends do not realize my condition.
My supper is my main meal now.
He enquired what my programme was for the rest of my jaunt.
In the year 1885 I lived with my father in a small house in Eagle Street, Bolton.
My father was a millwright in the employ of a large engineering firm in the town, and I—then thirty-one
My mother had died in January of that year, and certain experiences of mine in connection with that event
Soon after her death a few of my intimate friends, who often came singly to see me, began to make a special
the last five or six lines as from my living pulse."
They seemed charged with a new beauty and a new meaning addressed to my individual soul; and long did
—After a refreshing night's sleep I awoke to the singing of some sweet little songsters at my window.
I did not see him again for about forty years, when one day he came to my house and asked me,— " 'Do
I believe, too, that I once existed before I lived in my present form, and that I shall again live as
an individual after I have changed my present form."
Rome—where I received a most cordial welcome from him and his good wife, who is my wife's cousin.
Rome, like myself, is an Annan man—and much did I enjoy that talk about my dear old home, three thousand
I asked him to write his name in my book, and I found it to be John Y.
river, the ceaseless movement, and the brilliant and varied panorama of "Manhattan from the Bay." ¹ On my
"But my 'Good-Bye' is probably my last bit of writing.
"Some of my friends feel—Dr.
My poems do not discuss special themes and are short. And, anyhow, that is my method.
He enquired what my programme was for the rest of my jaunt.
W. read it, and then said to me: "My best friends are women. They are my best friends.
"Yes," he said, "my right arm is my best, but I have a good deal of power in my left."
knee with my bag of crackers.
is the result of my sitting.
And now I'll write my name on it, and I want you to take it to Wallace with my love."
Davis to my wife.
Knowing this I never attempted, during my talks with him, to question him or draw him out on any subject
And of course this applies also to my own account of him, as I saw him from day to day at a period very
manner he may have shown in earlier life, or on other occasions, no defects were ever observable in my
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 went first of all from Brooklyn to Washington to nurse some of my friends.
Well, I went just like that: I went 'on my own hook.'
"From Long Island I went with my parents and settled at Brooklyn.
For my part, I said, I thought Mr.
Gladstone's policy; and my wish, my desire, my animus, would certainly be on the side of the just, wise
It was there that I hastened to seek my old friend Walt Whitman on the first morning after my arrival
when the federal troops occupied the village of Falmouth on the Rappahannock river, the house owned by my
father, where my early life was passed, was used as a hospital, and it was in that house that Walt began
On the day after my call, Walt came to see and dine with me, and I had many hours' conversation with
A Visit to Walt Whitman A visit to Walt Whitman On a hot August afternoon, in 1889, my wife and I went
And Walt replied: "Well my friends who have known me longest have told me, many times, that I always
And then he added, after reflecting a moment: "I think my poems are like your West—crude, uncultured,
Walt sat in his arm-chair, and held wife with his right hand and me with his left, and said: "So long, my
"My father was a carpenter and came into that trade by inheritance.
I had begun to think of making my fortune as a builder.
But my subsequent acquaintance with him taught me not to be too hasty in making up my mind about people
I keep up my spirits, but my strength won't stand any extra demands.
Captain, Oh, My Captain."
voice speaking, As to you Rebellious, (I seemed to hear her say,) why strive against me, and why seek my
voice speaking, As to you Rebellious, (I seemed to hear her say,) why strive against me, and why seek my
VIGIL strange I kept on the field one night: When you, my son and my comrade, dropt at my side that day
battle, the even-contested battle; Till late in the night reliev'd, to the place at last again I made my
long-drawn sigh—Long, long I gazed; Then on the earth partially reclining, sat by your side, leaning my
chin in my hands; Passing sweet hours, immortal and mystic hours with you, dearest comrade—Not a tear
, not a word; Vigil of silence, love and death—vigil for you, my son and my soldier, As onward silently
VIGIL strange I kept on the field one night; When you my son and my comrade dropt at my side that day
battle, the even-contested battle, Till late in the night reliev'd to the place at last again I made my
long-drawn sigh, long, long I gazed, Then on the earth partially reclining sat by your side leaning my
chin in my hands, Passing sweet hours, immortal and mystic hours with you dearest comrade—not a tear
, not a word, Vigil of silence, love and death, vigil for you my son and my soldier, As onward silently
VIGIL strange I kept on the field one night, When you, my son and my comrade, dropt at my side that day
battle, the even-contested battle; Till late in the night reliev'd, to the place at last again I made my
long-drawn sigh—Long, long I gazed; Then on the earth partially reclining, sat by your side, leaning my
chin in my hands; Passing sweet hours, immortal and mystic hours with you, dearest comrade—Not a tear
, not a word; Vigil of silence, love and death—vigil for you, my son and my soldier, As onward silently
VIGIL strange I kept on the field one night; When you my son and my comrade dropt at my side that day
battle, the even-contested battle, Till late in the night reliev'd to the place at last again I made my
long-drawn sigh, long, long I gazed, Then on the earth partially reclining sat by your side leaning my
chin in my hands, Passing sweet hours, immortal and mystic hours with you dearest comrade—not a tear
, not a word, Vigil of silence, love and death, vigil for you my son and my soldier, As onward silently
WHILE my wife at my side lies slumbering, and the wars are over long, And my head on the pillow rests
at home, and the mys- tic mystic midnight passes, And through the stillness, through the dark, I hear
, just hear, the breath of my infant, There in the room, as I wake from sleep, this vision presses upon
with eager calls, and orders of officers; While from some distant part of the field the wind wafts to my
or near, (rousing, even in dreams, a devilish exultation, and all the old mad joy, in the depths of my
My own opinion guess is that myriads of superior works have been lost—superior to existing works in every
waste of ignorance, and the calamities of war, our treasures rather than our losses are the object of my
luxurious and delightful moments of life; which have often enticed me to pass fourteen hours a day at my
desk, in a state of transport; this gratification, more than glory, is my reward.'
What was learned man's compliment, may serve for my confession and conclusion.
Portions of this manuscript contributed to Some Personal and Old-Age Jottings, Good-Bye My Fancy (1891
For instance, in section 35 of "Song of Myself," Whitman recounts a tale involving Amy's father, Captain
You must excuse m my writing & spelling for I am in a hurry to get off to the park.
let me know how you are I will try & write a little more abou about thing next time I write & send my
.: My Dear Sir:— I shall not flatter myself that you retain any knowledge or the faintest recollection
—While reading this paragraph, an army (and no small army) of reminiscences were called to my mind, prominent
After my most cordial regards allow me to say that I should feel SO proud to receive your autograph at
My Sister attained quite a reputation about that time as a writer for News-papers under the nom-de-plume
If you have time & patience to read my review I should be extremely obliged if you would tell me whether
with regard to the above question, I shall esteem it a great kindness; & in any case I assure you of my
"My young friend you ask me a difficult question.
Buds" (1891)"Unseen Buds" first appeared in 1891 in the second annex of Leaves of Grass, "Good-Bye my
later editions.However, when read along with "The Unexpress'd," "Grand is the Seen," and "Good-Bye my
that was not the end of those nations, or any person of them, any more than this shall be the end of my
that was not the end of those nations or any person of them, any more than this shall be the end of my
that was not the end of those nations, or any person of them, any more than this shall be the end of my
that was not the end of those nations or any person of them, any more than this shall be the end of my
that was not the end of those nations, or any person of them, any more than this shall be the end of my
came to me saying, "You think so much as Uncle Walt does, you ought to know him" and she placed in my
I read them, and I have reread many times since, the vital words that record the history of my own soul
O wild and loose to my soul—O wonderous singer.
I read not long ago in the Century a line "the vagaries of my life" This troubled me—is the book and
"If you love me, keep my commandments." If you care for me read my book.
I cannot understand much of these things, only of my love and affection this I am sure of.
May I call my self a pupil—Dear old man you are beloved more than you can know this is the best I have
The writer is referring to Whitman's poem, "My 71st Year" which was first published in the Century Illustrated
would be greatly pleased to place your autograph among those of some grand poets, such as I have among my
volumes of Horace Traubel's With Walt Whitman in Camden (various publishers: 1906–1996) and Whitman's "My
The Morton C Portsmouth, O., J Walt Whitman Esq My Dear Sir Please send me your autograph on enclosed
"[u]nfolded only out of the inimitable poems of woman can come the poems of man, (only thence have my
Unfolded only out of the inimitable poem of the wo- man woman can come the poems of man—(only thence have my
body, Unfolded only out of the inimitable poems of woman can come the poems of man, (only thence have my
body, Unfolded only out of the inimitable poems of woman can come the poems of man, (only thence have my
"I rode through it to-day with my friend, Senator Armstrong, and went to see my other ancient friend,
I also poid my respects to that most intelligent octogenarian, Mr.
found out the great secret, and I hope to meet their posterity and their friends and followers during my
Thee, seated coil'd in evil times, my Country, with craft and black dismay—with every meanness, treason
—are but parts of the Venture which my Poems entirely are. (11) It is this type of indirection that
It was reprinted, without the subtitle, in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891) and in the Good-By my Fancy annex
Revised and reprinted in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891).; Our transcription is based on a digital image of